Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Inside the octagon, after delivering a powerful blow, Irving gracefully stood up and created distance, signaling the referee to come forward and begin the countdown.

In a professional match, seeing Cullen lying motionless on the ground, he would have already started calling for the medical staff on the sidelines.

In underground boxing matches, the fight isn't over until a referee calls a stop.

"Ten, Nine, Eight..."

Upon hearing the referee's countdown, Cullen, who had been unconscious, opened his eyes.

His torso was hit hard, and even breathing began to hurt. His neck, waist, back and every part of his body ached.

Even so, he gritted his teeth and struggled to get up.

In the United States, there are many illegal immigrants, but there are also many people like him who, despite being legal citizens, live worse lives than illegal immigrants, and the vast majority of such people are Black like him.

This underground boxing match was a trial arranged by the professional boxing manager, an opportunity he had managed to persuade his father to grant.

If he loses like this, he will still only be able to work on farms, carry bricks on construction sites, or do odd jobs in restaurants, becoming a cheap laborer, with no hope for the future.

No! He has to win. If he can't make it into professional boxing, his career is over!

Kulen gritted his teeth and roared as he tried to stand up.

He didn't want to end up like his father, whose lifelong savings from underground boxing matches weren't even enough to cover hospital expenses after a car accident.

Thinking about the cost of the ambulance alone, which was seven thousand US dollars, Cullen was so angry that his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.

"KO!"

Seeing this, the dramatic referee immediately blew his whistle.

The next second, a tidal wave of cheers surged from the audience!

At the same time, the giant LED screen on the octagonal building began playing footage of Irving raising his fist in victory.

"Nice!"

Bourne, who had been anxiously waiting on the sidelines, finally breathed a long sigh of relief when the game ended.

Hudson, who was standing to the side, burst into laughter. In high spirits, he slapped the butt of the waitress carrying a beer barrel and pulled out a $20 tip from his pocket.

"Phew—Kevin, what's your take on this game? I know you're just like me, still not calmed down."

"To be honest, this game was completely unexpected," Kevin said, picking up the microphone with a hint of emotion.

"You know, O'Neal, I'm a retired UFC athlete. Although I haven't achieved anything great, I consider myself much better than these underground fighters."

I used to think that way, but after seeing Kyrie Irving, I think things have changed.

I really didn't expect that Kyrie Irving would be so fast and his attacks so fierce. To be honest, even if I were in the ring, I would probably just be standing there getting beaten up like Cullen did with that Shadowless Kick.

Perhaps this is the charm of combat sports; on the stage, you can witness a variety of attacks, and everyone has the opportunity to shine and showcase their own charisma!

"Well said, Kevin!" Commentator O'Neal nodded in agreement.

"This one match alone has already made tonight's ticket price worthwhile for the audience!"

"But Kevin, what's your prediction? Will Kyrie Irving continue his challenge tonight? Or will he quit while he's ahead?"

"Continue the challenge?" Commentator Kevin shook his head. "Are you kidding me? Dude, do you think Kyrie Irving is really Superman?"

"Two matches in a row, even WWE's entertainment-oriented boxing matches don't have two matches in a row."

"Hey buddy, think about it carefully. Although a boxing match doesn't last very long, the intensity of the match is extraordinary."

"Boxing matches require maintaining a high level of concentration throughout, in addition to extremely high-intensity exercise. For the average person, let alone a whole match, being able to sustain it for 5 minutes is already considered quite good."

"Generally speaking, after a high-intensity match, a professional boxer will rest for several days, and it will take at least half a month before he can compete again."

"Okay, man, looks like I was too naive. Sorry, I take back what I just said." O'Neal shrugged.

Seeing that many spectators in the stadium had stood up and were somewhat tired, commentator O'Neal immediately changed the subject and started promoting the bar's newly launched viewing packages.

Seeing that the next game would be another half hour away, Irving decisively stood up from the sidelines, greeted Burn and Hudson, and then went to his private locker room.

As soon as I arrived at the lounge, two professional medical technicians in white coats came up to me.

One of them held a fascia knife, and the other picked up a special pneumatic massager for the legs, and began to relax Irving's muscles.

Irving grimaced, though this allowed his sore muscles to recover quickly and relax to the maximum extent, sweeping away the fatigue from the previous high-intensity battle.

However, the pain from a fascia knife is not something most people can endure.

"Hey, ladies, could you please be a little gentler?"

Seeing two medical technicians, one in each hand, begin scraping his rib muscles with fascia scrapers, Irving gasped and complained:

"If other people see this, they'll think you two are my ex-girlfriends, and they came here specifically to torture me like medical technicians..."

"Haha, you're really funny." A beautiful female doctor with a low threshold for laughter smiled and couldn't help but take off her mask: "You were so brave on stage just now, but I didn't expect you to be unable to withstand even this little bit of pain offstage."

"Sorry, what did I just see? If I had known that two angels were helping me relax my muscles, I definitely wouldn't have complained. On the contrary, I would have acted like I was enjoying it."

The medical technician who took off his mask before meeting him was quite good-looking, with blond hair and blue eyes, and could be rated seven or eight out of ten. Irving immediately changed his tone and began to flirt with the two of them.

But at this moment, the other female medical technician remained indifferent, glared at Owen, and said coldly, "Don't waste your energy, it won't help you flatter us."

From a professional perspective, you've just gone through two high-intensity boxing matches, and now your muscles have a lot of lactic acid buildup.

If you don't quickly deacidify and relax your muscles, your technique will definitely be distorted in the next competition, and your speed and reaction time may also be affected, dropping by 40% to 60%.

"Don't try to teach me, baby, I know all this stuff." Seeing the cold-faced medical technician to his right, Irving immediately felt a surge of desire to conquer.

"I remember that compared to fascia knife, doing some cool-down exercises after exercise can speed up the metabolism of lactic acid more than muscle relaxation. You two are so hot, instead of torturing me with fascia knife, you might as well get some ice packs to cool me down."

"Otherwise, some of my muscles will remain stiff."