The American TV series "Four-Round Boxing Champion Starts with Shameless"

Louis immediately retaliated with a combination of punches, all three landing on Victor's defensive arm.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Listen to that sound!"

"That's the magic of heavyweight boxing! A direct clash of power and courage!" Sean exclaimed excitedly.

In the stands, a little boy nervously grabbed his father's hand: "Dad, will Louis win?"

The father stared intently at the boxing ring: "I don't know, son, but he has already earned everyone's respect."

In the last thirty seconds of the first round, Viktor launched an even fiercer offensive.

He seemed to be enraged by Louis's tenacity, and his fists rained down, most of which were blocked or dodged by Louis, but a few heavy punches still found their mark.

"A left hook lands on Louis's abdomen! A right straight grazes his temple!"

Sean spoke rapidly, "Louis persevered through the storm!"

Incredibly, Louis not only withstood those heavy blows, but also launched a counterattack in the final ten seconds.

A beautiful combination of left and right punches landed squarely on Viktor's face, and blood spurted from the boxing champion's nose.

When the bell rang at the end of the first round, both boxers were still throwing punches, and referee Dunn had to intervene to separate them.

What a fantastic first round!

Sean concluded, "The young champion's powerful offensive and the veteran legend's tenacious resistance! This completely exceeded everyone's expectations! Absolutely spectacular!"

Victor retreated to the corner, and Ethan immediately stepped forward: "What are you doing? I told you to wear him down, not to engage him in a direct firefight!"

"His punches lacked power,"

Victor muttered, "I can eat him."

"Don't be silly! He's trying to lure you in! Did you see the look in his eyes when he took the punch? That wasn't the look of someone who was stunned!"

On the other side, Coach Davis anxiously checked Louis's wound: "Are you crazy? We agreed to move and counterattack!"

Louis spat out his mouthguard and chuckled. "I needed to know just how strong he was. Now I know—he was just too powerful. If his movements hadn't been so obvious, I wouldn't have been able to dodge him at all."

“Your brow bone needs treatment, but the wound isn’t deep. Listen, Joe, stop doing this. Your body can’t handle this kind of exchange.”

Louis's eyes were firm: "Tony, I know what I'm doing. I'm not here to make easy money. I'm in it for the dollars, but not to jeopardize my reputation!"

In the audience, people were enthusiastically discussing the previous round.

Many had expected Victor to win easily, but now they saw a different Louis—a Louis who was braver and more tenacious than they remembered.

The first round's statistics are also out, enough to prove the peak performance:

Victor threw 78 punches, landing 21; Louis threw 65 punches, landing 19.

In the exchange of heavy punches, Victor clearly had the upper hand.

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Before the echo of the bell had faded, Victor had already sprang out from the corner like a shark that had caught the scent of blood.

His pressing tactics were even more intense than in the first round. His footwork was heavy and swift, and he treated the center of the ring as his own territory, trying to use his invisible aura to force Louis, the veteran boxer, into a desperate situation of firepower once again.

His jabs, like the forked tongue of a viper, kept darting out, measuring the distance, searching for an opportunity to tear apart his opponent's defenses.

However, this time the "brown bomber" did not choose to confront the typhoon head-on.

Louis, this battle-hardened veteran, seemed to have suddenly shed his heavy armor, and his steps became light and agile.

His body swayed slightly, like a reed in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, Viktor's two sure-fire right punches whistled past his jaw, the wind even blowing the sweat from his temples.

"Great! Keep moving! Don't let him catch you!"

Coach Davis's roar pierced through the clamor of the crowd; his fists were clenched, and his eyes gleamed with hope.

He knew that Louis still had valuable reserves of speed and technology in his tank, which were needed to be ignited at such a critical moment.

Victor's third punch missed again, the immense momentum causing his body to lean slightly forward.

In that split second, Louis moved!

Instead of retreating, he moved with the precision of a machine, sliding to the side while delivering a scalpel-like right jab that struck Viktor's forehead with a crisp "crack!"

Immediately following, another left jab exploded in almost the same spot!

The sound is crisp and loud.

"Oh! Louis! He landed! Two jabs in a row! The veteran used his experience and footwork to give the champion a taste of his own medicine!"

Sean's voice suddenly became louder.

The stands erupted in cheers and applause, which surged toward the boxing ring like a tidal wave.

The veteran boxing fans who had watched Louis's journey excitedly waved their fists. They saw a familiar figure; the "Bomber" who once swept an era with his agility and precision seemed to have returned!

Even some neutral viewers were moved; the temporary suppression of pure power by skill always evokes admiration.

Viktor shook his head, his face expressionless, but the flames in the depths of his eyes burned even more intensely.

He clearly disliked the feeling of missing his target, and even more so, he disliked being hit by his opponent's jabs.

Viktor continued his advance, but the rhythm seemed to have shifted subtly, no longer simply charging in relentlessly.

He landed several heavy left punches on Louis's abdominal frame, the muffled thuds echoing through the microphone and demonstrating his formidable core strength.

Louis carefully parried and dodged, maintaining his distance.

Suddenly, Victor threw a powerful left straight punch, seemingly too wide, aimed straight at Louis's face.

Louis reacted quickly, easily dodging the attack with a backward lean.

However, the missed left punch was actually a feint!

Viktor's body spun sharply to the right with the force of his punch, and his right hook, like a battle axe hidden in the shadows, roared toward Louis's head with all his strength and torque!

Louis had just finished leaning back, his old strength exhausted and no new strength generated, so he could only subconsciously tighten his grip and tough it out!

"boom!!!"

A heavy, teeth-grinding impact rang out.

It wasn't a crisp hit, but a dull thud as force solidly struck a sturdy defense.

Even so, the terrifying power still penetrated through layers of defense, causing Louis to sway violently and stagger backward a step, leaving a slight gap in his brace.

"Heavy hit! Victor's right hook landed! Louis took a solid hit!"

Viktor's beastly instincts were fully activated, and he would never let any opportunity slip by!

A barrage of punches followed immediately!

Left hook, right straight, uppercut!

Fists rained down on Louis like hail, forcing him to tighten his body and curl up behind his guard, once again plunging him into a brutal close-quarters battle!

The audience's hearts tightened instantly.

The cheers abruptly ceased, replaced by tense gasps.

"Hold on! Louis! Push through!"

Coach Davis shouted hoarsely, veins bulging on his forehead.

The center of the boxing ring has become an arena for two men to fight purely on strength, will, and resilience.

Their fists clashed at an extremely high frequency, most of them striking each other's arms, gloves, and hard torsos with a series of loud thuds.

Even if a punch or two occasionally penetrates the defense, it will be absorbed by tough muscles and strong willpower.

Sweat splattered everywhere with the vigorous movements, sparkling like diamonds under the lights.

The heavy breathing, the clashing of fists, and the scraping of rubber soles underfoot intertwined to create a symphony of the most primitive and violent nature.

In this suffocating close-quarters struggle, Victor seized his opportunity.

He feinted a right hook to the abdomen, forcing Louis's defense to drop slightly. Then, a tricky left hook, like a scorpion's tail, swept up from below over the top of Louis's guard!

The edge of the fist grazed Louis's left eyebrow!

In an instant, a shallow wound appeared, and a bead of bright red blood immediately seeped out, then gathered into a small stream of blood, slowly flowing down Louis's eye and cheekbone, leaving a glaring mark on his bronze skin.

"Blood has been drawn again! A left hook from boxing champion Victor! He tore Luis's brow bone!"

The commentator's voice carried a cruel excitement: "The medical supervisor is coming forward. Let's see if the referee will stop the game!"

The referee quickly intervened and signaled a timeout for both sides.

The medical supervisor quickly stepped onto the stage and carefully examined Louis's wound.

The wound is not deep, but its location is sensitive, and the continued bleeding may affect vision.

After a brief assessment, the referee determined that the match could continue.

Throughout the entire process, Louis's gaze remained fixed on Victor across from him. His eyes no longer held only calmness and focus, but also a burning flame of rage fueled by pain and bloodshed.

The bell rang again, and the battle continued!

As if baptized by his own blood, Louis erupted!

No longer content with parrying and dodging, he bravely launched a counter-charge against Victor's artillery fire!

Two sharp jabs opened the way, followed by an incredibly heavy right fist, like a cannonball, piercing through Viktor's not-yet-fully-tightened defense and striking Viktor's chin with perfect accuracy!

"boom!!!"

This sound was clearer and heavier than any previous strike!

The entire audience seemed to be struck by lightning, rising to their feet with a whoosh, staring in disbelief at what was happening in the boxing ring:

The once invincible boxing champion, Victor, suddenly stiffened, his head jerked violently backward, and his eyes momentarily became unfocused and confused.

Viktor's legs visibly buckled, and he almost collapsed to his knees, but he managed to stay upright with superhuman willpower, staggering back two steps before leaning against the ropes.

"My God!!! It hit! It hit squarely! Louis's right fist struck Victor's chin! He's knocked him down! Oh no!"

“Viktor didn’t fall! He held on! But he was devastated! This is the first time in Viktor’s career that he has been hit so hard!”

Sean was practically screaming, his voice distorted with excitement.

The entire stadium fell into a brief silence, which was then followed by a tsunami of gasps and shouts!

Viktor shook his massive head, spitting out a bead of sweat.