Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

"Is there even a choice? Of course I choose to continue playing," Irving said firmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Irving seemed to suddenly remember something and asked curiously, "If we win all the remaining games, how much prize money will I get?"

"Just as we agreed before, $5000 per match, win or lose..."

Before Byrne could finish speaking, Hudson, who was standing to the side, suddenly interrupted, "You can schedule five more games tonight. If you win all five, I'll give you an extra $10,000!"

"WTF??! Hey, Hudson! Are you crazy?!" As soon as Hudson finished speaking, Byrne, who was standing to the side, stepped forward and gently pushed him, his face full of question marks.

"We already agreed to give Irving 20% ​​of the net profit as a bonus, and now you're giving him another ten thousand dollars?! Hudson, are you crazy?"

"Relax, buddy." Hudson shrugged and pointed to the VIP box in the arena. "This ten thousand dollars isn't from me; it was just instructed to me by our sugar daddy."

"OK, I have no objection. I'll go arrange the next boxing match right away."

Upon hearing that it was an instruction from the bar's patron, Byrne's expression instantly changed. He hurriedly ran to arrange the match, his previous skepticism completely gone.

While Bourne was arranging the next match, Hudson quickly waved to his team and introduced Irving to the technical characteristics and style of their next opponent.

Irving readily accepted this offer, since coaching is free.

Besides, although these underground boxing fighters can't compare to professional fighters like those in the UFC, some of them still have real skills.

If one becomes arrogant and complacent, one might actually suffer a setback.

After a 15-minute break and some guidance from his team, Irving heard his name called again.

Seeing the huge LED screen above his head split in two, with a giant half-body portrait of himself on one side and a muscular black man on the other, Irving immediately raised an eyebrow.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

Before Irving could even express his feelings, O'Neal's voice once again resounded throughout the arena.

"We just received news that Kyrie Irving, the Dragon Fist player from the last match, is surprisingly going to continue the game!"

"It seems that his perfect performance in his debut has given him a lot of confidence."

"However, this match won't be so easy, because this time we'll be facing our old friend, the King from California—Cullen!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the image on the giant LED screen above the octagon began to change. In the slightly blurry image, one could see a black boxer repeatedly knocking out opponents in the octagon.

Looking at the exaggerated muscles and terrifying explosive power of the black boxer on the screen, Irving's lips twitched.

Good grief, weren't all the boxers participating in tonight's boxing match supposed to be rookies?

When did this monster get in here?

Irving was about to turn around and complain to Hudson, who was standing not far away.

The next second, we heard Shaquille O'Neal shouting.

"That's right! The boxer on the screen is none other than one of Miami's legendary fighters, Jack Jones!"

"And the contestant who will be appearing this time is none other than his son, Jack Cullen!"

"Dude, let's give this brave young man who's taken up boxing a round of applause!"

Amidst the boos from the crowd, Kevin, another commentator sitting in the commentary booth, promptly chimed in, jokingly saying:

"Hey buddy, after all that build-up, I thought you were some big shot. Don't you know that in America, it's rare for someone to surpass their parents?"

"For example, A.J. Adams and John Adams, George H.W. Bush and George H.W. Bush..."

"Shh, there are quite a few agents around. Be careful not to get arrested on the spot." O'Neal shrank back and peered around cautiously.

The comical actions immediately drew laughter from the audience.

"Alright, stop joking, O'Neal, the game is about to start." Commentator Kevin put his mouth close to the microphone and shouted:

"Now let's welcome our two fighters for this match. First up is Owen from China, who delivered a perfect performance last time and proved his strength!!"

Amid cheers from the crowd inside the arena, Irving walked into the octagon.

Clearly, after the last game, a significant portion of the audience in the arena had developed an interest in Irving.

"Alright, next up is the son of Miami legend Jack Jones, Jack Cullen Jr.!!"

The commentator, O'Neal, drew out his words, but even so, many boos still rang out inside the arena.

To put it bluntly, every single spectator who pays to enter the boxing gym is there to watch the bloody and intense underground boxing matches.

People come here not to see a second-generation upstart story, but to see a pure boxing match.

So when Cullen raised his hands in the octagon to acknowledge the audience, the boos from the crowd grew even louder.

Seeing this, commentator O'Neill had no choice but to take the initiative to lighten the mood, turning to the side and saying, "Hey Kevin, I just heard that an MMA boxing manager seems to have his eye on Cullen recently, did you know about that?"

"Of course I know, I was just about to bring that up." Kevin paused deliberately, clearing his throat.

"Although MMA fights have declined in popularity and not many people watch them now, they are still professional events. The fact that Cullen is noticed by a professional fight manager shows that he has great talent."

"Wow, doesn't this mean that Cullen's strength is far beyond our imagination?" Commentator O'Neal made an exaggerated expression.

"That's for sure," Kevin chimed in. "You know, it's extremely difficult for an ordinary person to get into a professional league. Being noticed by a boxing manager is just the first step. Although it doesn't mean that Cullen will definitely become a professional boxer in the future, it's already quite remarkable that he's come this far."

O'Neal glanced at the staff's hand gesture indicating that the match was about to begin, and immediately changed the subject, "That's right, it just so happens that we can look forward to Cullen's performance in this match."

"Alright, enough chit-chat, let's begin the official competition!"

"Fight Night, the excitement continues!!"

As the bell rang, the referee returned to the sidelines, and the second boxing match officially began.

Unlike the previous match, Kulen launched an attack as soon as the bell rang.

Irving clearly did not expect his opponent to move so quickly.

Before he could react, Cullen kicked him from the side.

Relying on instinct, Irving barely dodged to the side, but the next second the opponent spun sideways and hooked his leg, pressing the instep directly against the back of Irving's neck.

not good!

Irving tried to break free, but Cullen, with incredible speed, locked his neck with both feet and quickly curled up, instantly locking Irving's right arm with both hands.

Bang! A tremendous force struck, and Irving, who had lost his balance, was instantly slammed to the ground!