Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Fortunately, this happened at this critical moment.

Irving subconsciously adjusted his posture, slightly turning his body to the side and contracting his body, then rolled forward in the direction he had fallen.

This not only allows you to dissipate force by rolling, but also helps you break free from your opponent's entanglement.

Faced with this crisis, if it were an ordinary boxer or a regular person, their subconscious choice would be to use their hands or elbows to brace themselves against the ground.

But if you do that, you'll be facing a fracture or a severe sprain.

Imagine a watermelon falling from a height. Even if it's on a soft surface, it will inevitably break in two. But if it lands on a slope, rolls and slides away, it will be perfectly fine.

This is called force release, and only boxers with solid basic skills or a certain talent can master it.

Upon witnessing this dangerous scene, Bourne and Hudson, who were watching from below the stage, were so frightened that they gasped.

Fortunately, European culture resolved this crisis.

"Incredible!" Commentator O'Neal stood up and exclaimed in surprise, "Cullen just executed an absolutely spectacular full-body takedown, almost knocking out Irving! Oh my god! Cullen definitely looks like he has real skill!"

"That's right, O'Neal." Kevin, the commentator sitting next to him, analyzed seriously: "The technique that Cullen just used is a high-level technique that is often used in women's combat."

Taking advantage of your agility and the opponent's carelessness, first control the opponent's neck, and then use all your strength to throw the opponent to the ground.

To be honest, Kyrie Irving reacted very quickly this time; if he had been any slower, he probably would have lost his arm...

"WTF?!" Before commentator Kevin could finish speaking, O'Neal interrupted him, his eyes wide as round as a billiard ball:

"Oh my god, unbelievable! Cullen tried to press his advantage, but Irving had already reacted, throwing a powerful punch straight to his opponent's head!!"

"That punch almost blew Cullen's nose off! Oh, it must have tasted awful..."

Having taken a solid punch, Cullen covered his nose, grimaced, and quickly retreated to create distance.

Sensing the other party's wary gaze, Irving wiped his nose, his expression instantly turning serious.

It was obvious that although this Cullen looked tall and muscular, his strengths were clearly in high speed and wrestling.

That's why Irving was caught off guard at the beginning and almost got knocked out by his opponent.

However, after realizing what had happened, Irving immediately changed his approach.

Since the opponent excels in speed and wrestling, fine, just don't give him a chance to get close.

As long as he can maintain his distance and not give his opponent a chance to drag him to the ground to win, he can win this match!

"Hey buddy, stop acting like a girl and all all over her. Let's go head-to-head!"

After readjusting himself, Irving stretched his neck and started doing some feints with crossover steps, while simultaneously launching into trash talk: "Are all black boxers like this? All they can do is wrestle, they can't even throw a punch?"

"Oh, I see. Your partners must all be transgender people, and you keep your fists to please them..."

"F**K, you yellow-skinned monkey, shut up!" Upon hearing the words "transgender," Cullen seemed to be provoked and suddenly charged forward.

Irving's lips curled up slightly. Seeing that the other party was about to try the same trick again, he dodged to the side in advance.

He used his agile cross steps to evade his opponent's attacks.

"F**K, if you're so tough, why are you hiding?"

Seeing that he couldn't reach his opponent, Kulen cursed and launched a frantic attack.

Irving remained calm, dodging and making small, continuous punches to create physical contact.

As the number of attacks increased, Owen gradually felt his body weight getting lighter and lighter, his limbs seemed to have no weight, and with the slightest movement, he would turn into a blur.

"Is this the skill [Wandering Boxer]?"

Irving took a deep breath, feeling that his attack speed had reached its limit. He had no intention of continuing to play with Cullen and began to launch his offensive.

"F**K, if you've got the guts, hit me! Hit me, you coward!"

As soon as Cullen finished speaking, he suddenly saw Irving stop in his tracks.

He had initially thought that his opponent's stamina had begun to decline after a series of dodges.

Just as he was secretly pleased and preparing to unleash another wrestling move, Irving made his move.

In an instant, Irving kicked out.

Kulen instinctively raised his arm to block, but then he realized that the opponent's speed seemed frighteningly fast!

Before he could react, Irving kicked him hard in the chest.

One kick, two kicks, three kicks... Kuren stared at the afterimages filling the sky before him, his mouth agape.

Mom... I think I saw the Invisible Kick in the game!

boom!

With a loud bang, Cullen was sent flying backward, his body crashing heavily into the steel mesh of the octagonal cage.

When Irving finished off Cullen with a single blow, leaving him lying on the ground struggling to get up, many spectators in the arena gasped in surprise.

"Oh my god!!" Not only the audience, but commentator Shaquille O'Neal slammed his hand on the commentary desk and stood up. "What did I just see?! The Invisible Kick?! The legendary Invisible Kick!!"

"God, Mom, Chinese Kung Fu is so brutal!!"

"Kevin, did you see that?"

"I saw it, Jesus above, I still can't believe my eyes..." Kevin, the narrator, raised his hands, his face full of amazement.

Hearing the exclamations from the commentators, Irving pulled his feet back and stretched them slightly.

Seeing that the referee hadn't come up to count down, he suddenly recalled the exaggerated performances of the WWE fighters on TV.

Thinking of this, Irving had a sudden inspiration, took a few steps back and started to run.

Amidst the shocked gazes of thousands of spectators in the arena, Irving performed an aerial somersault, slamming hard into Cullen, who was staggering to his feet.

Although this move may not seem as lethal as a direct head stomp, its advantage lies in its explosive visual impact.

Feeling the atmosphere in the arena completely ignited, even Kevin, a former professional boxer and commentator, couldn't help but stand up in amazement:

"Jesus above, O'Neill, tonight we witnessed the birth of a star fighter, a fighter with UFC skills and WWE viewing experience. My God, I can't even imagine what Owen will achieve in the future..."

"That's right, Kevin! I understand how you feel all too well!"

Commentator Shaquille O'Neal slammed his hand on the commentary table, almost shoving the microphone into his mouth: "I never understood why my grandfather and father were so obsessed with Bruce Lee, but now I get it!"

"Hey, Kung Fu is fucking cool, Kevin. What do you think about asking Kyrie Irving to take me on after the match?"

"I think it's possible. Wait for me in a bit, we'll go together!"