allonlinenovel Chapter 73 The Beauty of Boxing
Chapter 73 The Beauty of Boxing
Although Luo Hao looked embarrassed at the moment, his tenacious eyes revealed his indomitable fighting spirit.
He struggled to deal with every attack from the jets by blocking left and dodging right, and every dodge was challenging his limits.
When the Jet's killer move "Finger-to-Eye" came fiercely, Luo Hao dodged it with amazing reaction speed. The sharp fingertip happened to rub his forehead, leaving a tiny blood mark.
However, this also caused the Jets to almost lose two of their fingers.
Luo Hao gritted his teeth, took advantage of the moment when Jet lost consciousness due to pain, and exerted force suddenly, pushing the opponent to the far end of the ring.
I took the opportunity to escape from that narrow corner and finally got a chance to catch my breath.
Luo Hao escaped from the corner and sat on the boxing ring, breathing heavily, as if he wanted to expel all his fatigue with his breathing.
He rubbed his sore legs and arms with his hands, a strange movement that puzzled the jets in the distance.
Jet was secretly alert, thinking that Luo Hao was setting a trap, so he didn't dare to move forward easily.
He stood in the distance, blinking his eyes, trying to find some clues from Luo Hao's actions.
However, at this moment, Luo Hao suddenly stood up.
A relaxed smile appeared on his face, as if all the previous embarrassment and fatigue had disappeared.
He shouted at the jet, "Come again!" His voice was full of provocation.
The gamblers under the ring were surprised and puzzled when they saw this scene. They talked about it and guessed Luo Hao's intention.
"Did that kid get beaten silly? He's still laughing."
"I think he did it on purpose to disrupt the Jets' rhythm."
"But to be honest, I really like this kid's style. He can still play like this in such a bloody black boxing match."
Black Dragon, who was standing on the other side of the ring, also looked much more relaxed at this moment.
There was a gleam of admiration in his eyes, as if he saw something special.
"This kid finally relaxed, that's right, why are you so nervous, just relax and play slowly!"
After Luo Hao stood up, he began to walk around the jet.
He first walked half a circle clockwise and took up a traditional boxing stance.
Just as the jet was about to rush up to engage him, he suddenly retracted his stance and walked around the jet counterclockwise for another half circle.
During this process, he was also doing warm-up exercises such as shaking his shoulders and legs, completely ignoring the jets.
At this moment, Luo Hao stopped and suddenly got into a boxing stance. The Jet was caught off guard by his sudden action.
He was startled and staggered back involuntarily, seemingly intimidated by Luo Hao's aura.
This scene caused laughter from the audience.
"Hahaha...this kid is so funny!"
Jet was like an enraged lion, rage burning in his eyes, he could no longer tolerate Luo Hao's playful provocation.
He rushed forward, took a step forward and kicked with the force of thunder.
However, Luo Hao saw through it all. His movements were extremely agile, like a rabbit running through the mountains and fields. With a light turn, he easily avoided the jet's forward kick.
Luo Hao leapt lightly to the other side of the ring, squatted down, and began to do lunge leg stretches. Every time he stretched his legs, every movement was extremely provocative.
After finishing stretching his legs, Luo Hao slowly stood up, gently rubbed his head with both hands, and pushed his chin hard, making a crisp "click" sound.
A relaxed smile appeared on his face, then he stretched out his left hand and hooked his finger at Jet, motioning him to come over and play again.
At this moment, Luo Hao entered a state of both relaxation and excitement. His eyes flashed with sharp light, like a sword drawn from its sheath.
Everyone present felt the aura from him, a kind of confidence and composure that can only be seen in true masters.
In the luxurious private room on the second floor, Boss Umehara looked at Luo Hao on the boxing ring and couldn't help laughing.
He whispered, "This kid is so slow to warm up, he only got into the state now.
However, once he gets into form, the outcome is hard to predict.”
Another big man in a suit nearby laughed disapprovingly: "Hahaha, Umehara, you are bound to lose this game.
This kid has been suppressed by the Jets for so long. If he really had the strength, he would have fought back long ago. Why would he wait until now? Just give up!"
Luo Hao on the boxing ring was staring at the jet intently. Their eyes met in the air, creating invisible sparks.
"Sizzle, sizzle!" There seemed to be electricity surging in the air, and Luo Hao took the lead in launching an attack.
His jab hit the Jet's face like lightning, but the Jet reacted quickly and slapped away Luo Hao's fist with a slap.
"Snapped!"
Luo Hao did not give up, he immediately threw another jab at the Jets face.
This time, the Jet reacted quickly again and knocked away Luo Hao's jab, but unfortunately he did not expect Luo Hao to follow up with a straight punch.
"Bang!" With a dull sound, Jet's nose was hit by Luo Hao and started bleeding.
The blood from his nose flowed down his lips, making him look very embarrassed and even a little funny.
But at this moment he had no time to care about these things, because his heart was filled with anger. He was actually fooled by a little devil.
Luo Hao took the opportunity to move closer, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
At this moment, the Jets were completely caught up in Loh's rhythm and seemed to have forgotten their original style and rhythm.
Now Luo Hao was becoming more and more relaxed as he fought. His steps were like those of a light dancer, with his toes touching the ground and leaping rhythmically.
"Tap, tap, tap..." Luo Hao's sense of rhythm was brisk and clear, like the beat of a drum. Suddenly he rushed forward like lightning, his jab like an arrow, and after hitting the opponent, he quickly retracted his fist.
"Tap, tap, tap..." Immediately afterwards, another jab hit the opponent's arm. Jet immediately rushed forward to counterattack, but he did not expect that Luo Hao's jab was a combo.
The jab that hit his arm was just a feint, and the one that hit his abdomen was the fatal one.
"boom!"
This was a perfect and effective score, but unfortunately this was an underground black boxing match and no one would pay attention to whether Luo Hao's punch was beautiful or not.
After Jet was punched in the abdomen, he could no longer bear it and rushed forward madly and swung his arms and punched.
This swing punch was extremely powerful, but it also had obvious flaws. In front of a professional boxer like Luo Hao, it was full of loopholes and as slow as a snail.
Luo Hao leaned forward and swung his arms smoothly, allowing the swing punch to slide over his back easily, then he jumped sideways and moved to the right side of the jet.
At this moment, Hei Long's eyes lit up and he shouted, "Beautiful!"
"Boom!"
Luo Hao delivered two consecutive left hooks to the liver, which was a textbook-level capture of a loophole, as smooth as Dove chocolate, and it brought the beauty of boxing to the extreme!