novelraw Chapter 145 - 134 The Boxing Match Begins_3
Chapter 145 - 134 The Boxing Match Begins_3
Perhaps it was the inspiring words from Bob that had an effect, or maybe it was the urge to prove himself amidst the doubts of so many people around him.
In any case, as soon as the match started, he quickly got into the zone. Taking advantage of his opponent not being fully warmed up, he managed to score several points early on.
A high school boxing match certainly couldn’t go the full twelve rounds like professional fighters do.
But even with just five rounds, it was a big challenge for those who had not undergone professional training.
By the end of all five rounds, his teammate clinched a narrow victory on points over the opponent, securing the first win and advancing to the quarterfinals.
"You got us off to a good start, brother."
Bob congratulated his teammate who had just come down from the ring with a smile. In years past, this would have already been considered a passing mark.
Next was the middleweight division match, and this time luck wasn’t on their side. In the first round, they faced an opponent with the strength of a semifinalist. Despite fighting with all his might until the end, he couldn’t turn the tide and was eliminated.
After these two matches, although they had one win and one loss, the outstanding performance of the two won the recognition of many spectators, and soon, the voices of doubt diminished significantly.
Next, it was Li Ang’s turn to go up.
Maybe his prayers had worked, as in the first round, Li Ang faced none other than Bob’s old adversary.
"Honestly, that’s a lucky draw."
Bob said excitedly on the side, clearly looking forward to Li Ang’s upcoming performance.
"His best result to date was the semifinals, but I think he got lucky that time."
Catina also stood up from below the stage, carrying her camera, and moved to a closer spot, planning to take some close-up shots later.
"I never knew he was good at so many sports."
Sheila chatted with Sofia beside her.
Sofia, eyes fixed on Li Ang’s perfect physique, nodded in response:
"In fact, I only found out a few days ago too."
"Honestly, how far has your relationship with him progressed?"
It seemed the previous sentence was just a prelude; Sheila’s sudden question, accompanied by the mischievous smile on her face, made Sofia’s heartbeat skip a beat.
"Um... We’re on pretty good terms privately, just had dinner together twice, as you know, we’re in a teacher-student relationship."
Sofia answered, feigning calmness.
Sheila’s smile grew more indulgent as she stroked Sofia’s hair with one hand, continuing to probe:
"Just dinner twice? I think you have your sights set on more than just that."
"What about you two, are you just ordinary neighbors? It doesn’t seem so."
In fear of revealing more by saying more, Sofia quickly turned the tables on Sheila.
But Sheila was much more composed, replying without a hint of disturbance:
"Of course, we’re not just ordinary neighbors; we are very close neighbors. He saved me not long ago, something I believe I’ve mentioned to you."
Sofia nodded, "But I didn’t expect the ’young boy’ you mentioned would be a student in my class."
"Alright."
Sheila smiled, "I won’t press you any further. Just make sure you don’t keep him to yourself."
At these words, Sofia blushed and quickly skipped the subject.
"Look, the match is about to start."
As Li Ang stepped onto the boxing ring, the audience could more vividly compare the difference between his physique and that of his opponent.
But a portion of the girls in the audience focused their attention solely on Li Ang’s physique.
Compared to Li Ang, whose every muscle seemed naturally perfect, his opponent had a significantly higher body fat percentage and appeared to have no appeal whatsoever.
However, true boxing fans understood that Li Ang’s opponent had the actual advantage, the extra layer of fat beneath the equal muscle mass serving as a layer of defense.
"I don’t know whether you’re lucky or unlucky, but I’m happy your match will end here with me."
Faced with his opponent’s trash talk, Li Ang didn’t bother to respond. He was too lazy to waste words on such minor characters.
Li Ang glanced at Catina below the stage, signaling her to start recording.
"Ding! Ding!"
The first round began, and Li Ang’s opponent bounced around the ring with crossover steps, pondering whether to move in for a probe or wait for Li Ang to attack.
But before he could decide, his vision went dark the next second, and then the world around him quieted down.
Li Ang had been paying close attention to his opponent from before the match started and seized the moment his opponent’s attention wavered to launch his attack.
His mastery level of Twelve Tan Legs, combined with his powerful leg strength and explosive power, allowed him to close the distance instantly, followed by an ordinary jab that struck directly on the opponent’s vagus nerve, knocking him unconscious.
Although he had the strength to steamroll his way through, tactics were tactics, and this had to be a response he could make subconsciously.
"10,9,8..."
Along with the referee’s count, there was also the notification of 0.2 Limit Break Points arriving and the roar of the crowd like a tsunami.
But the points gained seemed too meager, and Li Ang wondered if it was because the match was too short—the time from the bell ringing to the opponent falling wasn’t even three seconds.
In contrast, Li Ang’s boxing team members were still in a state of shock.
Although Li Ang had demonstrated his formidable strength in the fight against Blant, with the two lasting two rounds, it hadn’t been as shocking as this.