bookcurios Chapter 49: Comeback against the Wind
Chapter 49: Comeback against the Wind
Just before stepping onto the ring, the coach of Kadokawa Boxing Gym held Matsumoto's hand tightly and whispered, "Matsumoto, you are ahead in points in the first two rounds. In the next round, you just need to maintain this momentum and finish the game steadily, and the victory will belong to you.
Remember, Matsumoto? Not fast, but steady."
Matsumoto nodded, but when he stepped onto the ring and his eyes fell on his tightly clenched gloves, the remaining "taste of knockout" rushed into his heart like an electric current.
He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, then clenched his fists, making a creaking sound between his joints.
In the third round, Matsumoto and Luo Hao faced off again.
Although Luo Hao's steps seemed more steady due to the short rest, Matsumoto remained unmoved.
Relying on his sharp jabs and varied footwork, he moved around the ring as flexibly as a cheetah. Every punch he threw was precise and powerful, and Luo Hao could only passively endure his attacks.
However, compared with the second round, Luo Hao's improved condition allowed him to last a little longer, and he still could not get rid of Matsumoto's suppression.
In the audience stands, the audience gradually became dissatisfied with this scoring style of play and they were eager to see a more intense confrontation.
"Matsumoto, don't waste any more time! End this fight with a heavy punch!"
The shouts of the audience rose and fell like waves, pouring into Matsumoto's ears.
His heart began to waver, and his once firm belief gradually became blurred amid the cheers of the audience.
"I don't need to win by points like my coach said. I can also knock him down with a fair punch." Matsumoto muttered to himself, with a determined light in his eyes.
Now he wants to win in a more direct and shocking way.
At this time, the coach of Kadokawa Boxing Gym noticed the change in the atmosphere on the field. He looked at Matsumoto nervously, fearing that he would make an impulsive decision.
He immediately shouted, "Matsumoto! Stay steady! Use this pace to wear down your opponent! Got it?"
However, Matsumoto did not respond to the coach's call.
The only person in his eyes was Luo Hao, the opponent standing opposite him.
He took a deep breath, then rushed towards Luo Hao, his back fist whistling out with the sound of wind...
On the ring, the magnetic voice of the live commentator always sounded at the critical moment: "Look, Matsumoto finally began to respond to the audience's eager expectations.
He began to abandon his original containment tactics. Was he about to launch a fierce attack?
Is his KO moment just around the corner?"
Luo Hao's defense was like a leaky copper wall. Although he tried hard to resist, he still received many punches during this period of time.
There was blood at the corner of his mouth, but fortunately those punches did not hit any fatal spots.
"Boom!"
On the boxing ring, there were two swift front jabs, which cut through the air like lightning and went straight to Luo Hao's face.
But Luo Hao blocked them one by one with his sharp reaction.
Just as he was looking for an opportunity to counterattack, a strong wind pressure suddenly hit.
It was a powerful straight punch from behind, like a giant dragon breaking through the air, roaring towards Luo Hao.
Luo Hao was shocked because he knew that Matsumoto was not a player who would easily use a heavy punch from the back hand.
His tactics have always been known to be stable, and winning by points is his forte.
However, at this moment, he chose such a risky attack.
Countless thoughts flashed through Luo Hao's mind in an instant, but his body was too late to react.
The straight punch from behind hit him hard on the bridge of his nose like a sledgehammer.
"boom!"
Luo Hao's body was like a ship hit by huge waves, and was instantly hit by a punch from Matsumoto.
At that moment, his nose was torn, and a warm liquid flowed down the bridge of his nose, staining his face red.
On the ring, a blood-red flower slowly bloomed. It was Luo Hao’s blood and also his indomitable fighting spirit.
Luo Hao's body began to shake, as if he would fall down at any time.
His eyes were blurry and he could only vaguely see the crowd and flashing lights around the boxing ring.
The ground seemed to tilt beneath his feet, forming a 60-degree slope.
However, Luo Hao's consciousness was extremely clear.
Matsumoto's figure was reflected in his pupils. The guy was rushing towards him like a cheetah, ready to deliver a fatal punch.
Luo Hao knew that if this punch hit him, he would probably have to be sent to the ICU.
At this critical moment of life and death, a mysterious power suddenly erupted from Luo Hao's body.
It is a person's last glimmer of hope in despair, and the most primitive struggle and resistance of life.
He spread his legs apart, firmly planted them on the ring, and then began to build up power for his punches in an incredible position.
His body's center of gravity was so low that it was almost touching the ground, and his whole body was in a strange tilted 45-degree posture.
But it was this posture that allowed him to accumulate enough strength to turn the tide.
There was an unyielding fire burning in his eyes, like a volcano about to erupt, and his fists were like the hot magma, ready to go.
In Matsumoto's eyes, Luo Hao's struggle was nothing more than a dying fight of a trapped beast. It was meaningless. After this punch was thrown, he would surely be sent into a sweet dream.
Two ferocious forces were approaching like a gust of wind. The hearts of all the audience present were in their throats. Their eyes were attracted as if by a magnet, staring at the two people in the field without blinking.
Even the four-member group led by Daisuke Aoyama, who had the most powerful presence at the scene, stopped what they were doing, held their breath, and stared at the two people in the field.
"Sister Meili, I'm so nervous that I don't even dare to look!" Zhang Siya covered her eyes with her hands, her body shaking with nervousness.
On the ring, two fists flew like meteors, rushing towards their respective targets.
At this moment, the whole place was dead silent. It was so depressing that even the dust in the air seemed to have solidified. The only sound that could be heard was the sharp whistling of fists tearing through the air.
However, in the end…
Unfortunately, Matsumoto's fist was like a ghost, brushing past Luo Hao's scalp, while Luo Hao's right hook was like a surface-to-air missile, piercing straight into Matsumoto's ribs.
"boom!"
"Kaka!"
The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed in the boxing ring. Obviously, this was the sound made by Matsumoto's left rib being severely hit.
After being punched, Matsumoto took three steps back. In the blink of an eye, Luo Hao's left fist had already gathered power.
Luo Hao cleverly used the previous right hook to shift his body's center of gravity completely to the left, squatting with his legs deep, and fully accumulated strength in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, Luo Hao's muscles tensed, veins bulged, and all the strength in his body suddenly erupted like a long-dormant volcano.
The legs, waist, back, and arms seemed to form a perfect power transmission belt, continuously delivering his internal strength to his fists.
Finally, Luo Hao used his ultimate move - "Antelope Fist".