roccoschili Chapter 133: The Iceberg Revealed
Chapter 133: The Iceberg Revealed
"It seems you still don't understand. Your punches are too slow for me!" Gaolang easily avoided Yingcun's fierce jabs one after another by simply dodging his upper body, and then spoke to Yingcun in the tone of a high-dimensional creature looking down on the world.
This kind of extreme dodging Eagle Village has only been seen in the expansion packs of boxing teaching videos.
As far as Takamura Mamoru knows, among all the famous boxing champions on this earth, only a handful of boxing legends can achieve this level of dodging.
Muhammad Ali, the god of boxing, his footwork and sway are the model that countless boxers dream of.
The Prince of Awkward Dancing, Nasim Hamed, his boxing dance moves are a classic example of how infuriating it can be.
Sweet Pea Pinar Whitaker, who can also perform extreme dodges with his flexibility and agility.
There is also Iron Man Michael Tyson, who is a representative of integrated offense and defense. People only pay attention to his heavy punches and often ignore his deadly pendulum-like swings.
[Here is a little bit of science. Saul Alvarez can do it, but the time point is different from the plot. His era is relatively late, so I wrote it in the science section. His paper-like dodge is also unique. These boxers have a common feature in boxing. They don't beat their opponents to death, but make their opponents angry to death. Maybe Tyson is an exception. He can beat you while making you angry to death. His D'Amato boxing system and pendulum-style dodge made him a monster who can attack and defend at the same time, and can synchronize the dodge with the attack. ]
Yingcun's eyes gradually became solemn, his brows were furrowed, and he was under tremendous pressure.
He had begun to realize that he was facing a being whose strength far exceeded that of humans.
You know, with Yingcun's current strength, he can fight against an adult black bear weighing 250kg without being inferior. This is unimaginable for ordinary people.
However, Gaolang in front of him at this moment showed a strength even stronger than his.
Yingcun was not sure how powerful Gaolang was, whether it had been fully exposed or was just the tip of the iceberg.
"Gaoran seems to be saying something to Takamura. Although we can't hear those words, they must be very interesting." The voice of the live commentator echoed in the Ryogoku Kokugikan, trying to break the damn heavy atmosphere in the audience.
However, his voice did not seem to have much effect, and the audience's attention was still focused on the ring.
"Back to the point, Takamura's jab seems to have no effect on Gaolang." The commentator continued, "Takamura's fist is like a hammer, while Gaolang is like a flying butterfly, lightly avoiding all his blows."
The atmosphere in the audience became increasingly heavy, and the audience became increasingly nervous.
They seemed to gradually realize that the situation facing Eagle Village had become extremely serious.
Even the less professional spectators began to realize that this match was not a evenly matched one.
Yingcun stood on the ring, feeling the silent pressure coming from all directions.
He took a deep breath and kept himself calm. He knew that the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. Retreating and hesitating would not help. Only by giving it his all, maybe there would be a chance of winning.
“Speed, huh? Then I’ll have a speed contest with you!” Yingcun roared, and his feet instantly accelerated, sweeping across the arena like a whirlwind, “Speed hell!”
He quickened his pace, and his body moved at such a staggering speed that it almost created an afterimage.
Yingcun cleverly used side sliding steps and performed a left-circling tactic around Gaolang, trying to force the opponent to reveal a flaw through high-speed movement.
In the audience, the audience was shocked by Yingcun's amazing speed and exclaimed in amazement and praise.
"The Great Demon King Yingcun is so fast! My eyes are dazzled."
"Takamura is getting serious. It looks like this guy called Fighting God is going to be in big trouble!"
Luo Hao in the audience was also shocked by Senior Yingcun's speed. He whispered to himself, "Senior Yingcun is so fast. He is a heavyweight, but he is so fast.
I guess my pendulum-style dodge can only tie with him."
Itagaki beside him nodded in agreement: "Yes, Takamura-senpai is the WBC World Heavyweight Champion, his strength and skills are at the top level.
The gap between you and him is indeed very large."
However, at this moment, Gaolang also showed amazing speed.
His feet moved quickly, almost in sync with Yingcun.
The two figures intertwined on the ring, forming a perfect confrontation.
"What a match!" the commentator said excitedly, "After Yingcun increased his pace, Gaolang also caught up.
Their speeds are surprisingly similar, and now the two of them are moving in complete sync."
Yingcun felt angry when he saw Gaolang's face, especially his slightly crooked eyebrows.
He couldn't bear it any longer, and he slid to the left at a high speed while throwing out a series of fierce jabs.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak..." Yingcun's fist attacked Gaolang like a storm, but Gaolang just retreated half a step calmly.
At the same time, Gaolang also launched a counterattack.
Moving in perfect sync with Takamura, he unleashed a combo of his own.
This was Gaolang's first punch after the opening.
Yingcun's mind was full of doubts at this moment. He widened his eyes and looked at Gaolang in disbelief.
"What is this guy Gaolang doing? He's taking a half step back and then throwing a jab. Doesn't that mean he's out of range?
Doesn't this mean that I can't hit him, and he can't hit me either?" Yingcun wondered in his heart.
However, what happened next shocked even this world heavyweight boxing champion.
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
As the sound rang out, Yingcun found that every jab he threw was accurately intercepted by Gaolang.
The resistance from his fist made Yingcun clearly feel Gaolang's power.
His eyes widened, his heart filled with shock: “Intercept jab?
How can this be? "
Every interception by Gaolang seemed so calm and accurate.
Yingcun couldn't help but ask himself: "What level of motor reflexes does this require?
What level of punching speed?
What a precise punch!"
He began to doubt whether Gaolang was really human, because such skills and abilities were beyond his understanding.
In the audience, the audience's feelings about this duel were not as profound as Yingcun's.
They might think that the two were just throwing jabs at each other, but in fact, the intensity and technical content of this duel had reached a level that ordinary people could not glimpse.
At this moment, the Fighting God Gaolang spoke up: "Now you know the gap between us!"
These words hit Yingcun's heart like a heavy hammer, and he felt a sense of frustration he had never felt before.
He knew that he had met a real opponent, an opponent so powerful that he felt despair.