Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

"Thanks, Old Wei, I will remember."

Jack sank and pulled himself together.

"Ready? Start after the gong?"

There is no referee in the black boxing competition, so the host announces the start of the competition.

"Well, let's start." Hughes stood up directly from the chair.

"Let's go." Jack didn't say much, but put on his mouthguard.

This is a game that does not divide rounds, does not follow the rules, and the two sides fight until one of them completely falls to the ground.

In order to prevent the original teeth from being knocked out, Jack still wore a dental guard.

"The championship seat of the Night City underground boxing match is now empty, and this situation will end in a maximum of 10 minutes."

On the PDA Luo Qi was holding, he could even hear the professional commentator tirelessly chattering.

"It's hard to properly describe the whole vibe right now, especially in such a crowded gym."

Some of the audience in front of the TV are curious people who come here for the name, and more are enthusiasts and loyal fans who know something about boxing.

They are used to standard boxing matches, and they have a sense of freshness about the unknown in this form that does not divide rounds and count points.

"Okay, gentlemen, are you ready?"

The host, looking at Jack, saw a nod, turned to Hughes, and got the same reply.

"Game start."

Almost as soon as this sentence fell, Razor Hughes took a stance, fisted each other vigorously, and began to move to Jack's left.

Jack is not stupid, he will not give up the space to maneuver, so he keeps a safe distance and starts to circle around.

To be honest, Luo Qi didn't understand the rules and techniques of boxing at all.

He usually relies on absolute strength and speed to hammer down the opponent, and he also learns the way of killing with one blow.

But at least he knew something—

Learning to control the space between you and your opponent is crucial both offensively and defensively.

Without warning, Jack suddenly pressed forward and threw a tentative straight punch at Hughes' face.

"Snapped."

Rocky almost heard the crisp touch before seeing Jack's uppercut fast approaching Hughes' raised arm.

The arms are bent at a high position, which can effectively protect against blows to the face.

Hughes naturally realized that this was not a direct attack, but a temptation.

So his posture didn't lose his balance, and he didn't let go of the empty door, so after a very flexible side dodge, Jack's fist fell through the air.

The two sides distanced themselves again.

The first contact, between lightning and flint, is over.

It looked like two big men were shaking and shoving a few times.

But in fact, whether it is Hughes or Jack, the movement and transformation of the body, the choice between attack and defense, are all decided in an instant.

Boxing is not a numerical game where you attack and defend, but a game where you come and go and test each other similar to sword fighting.

Any attack caused by a flaw may cause serious damage to oneself, which in turn leads to the continuous expansion of disadvantages.

Boxing needs to complete the striking action in the shortest time, and the time to obtain the maximum power is extremely short, and the starting power plays a decisive role.

Pure strength cannot be the only criterion for determining victory or defeat.

But look at the muscle groups of Razor Hughes.

The bulging muscles are like raised mountain bags, the circumference of the arms is even thicker than that of Luo Qi's legs, and the shape of the upper body is more like a strong bear with a few hundred kilograms than a human being.

A punch from him would have left Jack out of breath for a while, if not incapacitated on the spot.

For ordinary people, it is reckoned that a random punch can quickly reincarnate.

Jack's movements became visibly cautious.

"Be careful and steady, and then look for opportunities."

Luo Qi was in the audience, clenched his fists involuntarily, and then stared nervously at Hughes' movements.

Although Hughes was much bigger than Jack, his movements had agility that didn't belong to this size.

Several times Jack's true and false temptations were easily dodged, and he was even almost hit by a backhand.

"Depend on!"

Another unsuccessful attempt, Jack was punched in the arm by Hughes, causing him to retreat again and again.

Obviously, this punch made him feel great pain.

As for Razor Hughes himself, he continued to confront Jack with ease, disrupting Jack's posture by walking and moving flexibly from time to time, in order to find a breakthrough.

"Uhhhh-"

After a loud roar without warning, Hughes' squatting body accelerated suddenly and rushed towards Jack.

That posture is clearly aimed at creating offensive opportunities head-on by relying on the advantage of weight.

Jack's counterattack may not be effective, but his offense must be able to break through the defense.

"Quickly open!"

Luo Qi realized the speed and explosive power, and the threat in a short distance, shouted.

But just as he spoke, Jack's body was already moving.

An unexpected dive, the body is like a slippery loach, "whoosh" broke away from the powerful frontal punch, and Hughes' body moved aside while wiping the razor.

"pretty."

Suzi, who has always been taciturn, unexpectedly expressed her affirmation for the first time.

Before Luo Qi could figure out what happened, Jack dodged Hughes' fists lightly and continuously, and quickly opened the distance.

Not pinned down in the corner of the table.

Even a layman like Luo Qi knows how much the superior opponent will achieve if the room for movement is restricted.

Different from the spacious octagonal iron cage of mixed martial arts, the small size of the boxing ring is destined to fight fast and fiercely.

Looking at it this way, the super-big arena of the Terrorist Mobile Team, which is spacious enough for Luo Qi and Melissa to play "Turn Around the Praying Mantis Knife", is fundamentally specially made.

And there is no boundary rope, if you say that you are shot out, you will fly directly.

To be able to dodge so smoothly in such a small space, Jack seems to have practiced hard.

"Look at his hind feet."

Seeing Luo Qi's cute face, Suzi leaned into his ear and explained, "The center of gravity is always on the back foot. Whether it's a fake move or a real move, the body squats very fast, which can avoid most of the movements. fists, as well as hugging and other movements... Well, there is no hugging in boxing matches."

"I see."

Luo Qi looked puzzled, and looked knowledgeable.

"However, black fist should not be limited to fists and feet."

Eyes on the stage.

From the very beginning, the two have only used their fists to fight, and it seems that they are really determined to fight.

In this series of dodges that made Hughes a little annoyed, Jack took a cold shot and countered a few punches.

The hammer thumped loudly, but did little damage.

"This is a tank at all. Although Jack's fist is heavy, its effect is limited."

The runner-up in the heavyweight group in 2061, Lao Wei spoke.

At that time, boxing matches were still divided by weight, like Watson Boxing Open Grand Prix.

But Lao Wei is not a strong man with a thick back and waist, but even after 16 years, he can still see the bulging muscles in his arms.

Even such an old Wei would like to praise Jack's fist, but the threat to Hughes is limited.

Luo Qi can only sigh with emotion that the existence of prosthetic body transformation has completely changed the ecology of boxing matches.

No wonder the prosthetic proportions are used for grouping.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The two sides punched each other several times, the main content is that Jack is hiding, while Hughes is looking for opportunities to output.

It was completely opposite to the situation where Jack kept probing at the beginning.

Luo Qi could feel the change in tactics and mentality——

The more Jack can do nothing about Hughes, the more unscrupulous Hughes' offense will be.

Suddenly, in yet another variation of the feint, Jack dodges a punch from Hughes, returns a punch to the face from the defender, then accelerates sharply, delivering a punch from a tricky angle that hits Hughes in the side waist.

Even a big machine fighter like Hughes shook for a while after a dull beating sound.

Jack didn't keep the distance cautiously, but hit another set of "eight punches" aimed at the face.

"coming!"

Lao Wei opened his eyes wide and cried out.

what is coming?

Luo Qi didn't even have time to ask, and saw Jack slap Hughes' arms covering his head, and then slammed Hughes in the waist again.

The abdominal muscles, which were like an iron wall, also made a huge collision sound.

This punch actually caused the invincible Hughes to let go of his defensive stance, and then was punched in the face by Jack, who was chasing after the victory.

"pretty!!!"

Luo Qi clapped his hands and cheered.

Not only him, but also the live host and the commentator in the live broadcast room shouted excitedly.

"It's wonderful! A series of feint combos!"

"Let's watch the replay."

Jack, who put down at four times slower, still maintained the high-frequency and rapid output against Hughes, but these fists were perfectly defended by Hughes.

But the next punch, even in slow motion, was still astonishingly fast.

A punch landed on the abdomen where Hughes let go of the defense, and the body shook, almost making people feel the destruction of the waist.

"What a fast fist." Suzi's dynamic vision was much better than Luo Qi's, and he could see the speed and strength of that punch in an instant.

A punch that seemed ordinary and weak was enough to break a person's internal organs.

A scavenger who has tasted Jack's fist is qualified to speak—

One punch stops, two punches stop.

Usually there is no chance of a third punch.

"Ughhhhh!!"

Hughes, who was beaten in excruciating pain, roared and bumped his fists vigorously, looking extremely annoyed.

"Go to hell!"

With a sudden approach, Hughes showed great explosive power, and then smashed his fist on Jack.

Ding Ding Deng

Jack, who lost his balance, twisted his facial features, staggered back, and then reorganized his defense just before Hughes pursued him.

"Bang! Bang!"

After the two punches, the grinning Jack didn't give him a chance to continue the pursuit. Instead, he repeated his tricks and got out of Hughes' attack range.

"Fuck! Madres!"

Jack shook his arms and shoulders painfully.

These places have suffered heavy losses just now, and I'm afraid it's not easy to use.