Chapter 431

433. Chapter 427: The First Match

Ethan looked at his brothers and sisters under the ring, and he tapped his own head with his boxing gloves.

During this time, he had been training, training constantly.

At first, he didn't understand.

Why did Lanse want to send him to box instead of letting him do things with everyone else? He felt like Lanse might have some opinion of him.

But as he trained continuously, and the coach kept telling him about things that had happened, such as those boxers from the bottom of society who eventually achieved huge success in their careers.

He gradually began to understand something.

The Lanse family didn't lack a thug.

He was very tall and also very sturdy; in a gunfight, he would only become a more obvious target, and his marksmanship wasn't very good either.

Many people felt that his strength was great, so shooting should be very simple, but in reality, it wasn't very convenient for him to shoot because his hands were relatively large and his fingers were relatively thick, which made it not so convenient for his fingers to pull the trigger.

He also wasn't very good at aiming; of course, it could also be a lack of practice. In short, compared to using weapons, he preferred using his fists.

In the Lanse family, adding him wouldn't make the family's strength gain a huge boost, not even a tiny bit of improvement.

Without him, the family's strength wouldn't immediately drop by much either; he was just an ordinary person.

But from the moment he started learning boxing, he felt a very special feeling, as if he were born for boxing!

He had greater strength than others and was also more resistant to hits!

He had very strong endurance and could train all the time; he liked this kind of competition where fists hit flesh.

Simple, direct, satisfying, regardless of winning or losing!

He could hold up a banner in this regard; he could become an amazing person, in another way, to make people proud of him!

This is my path!

He threw himself into training very seriously, and through high-intensity training, he successfully gained weight and had already reached the cruiserweight level.

The coach said he would fight three matches, and then consider whether he should continue to move up to heavyweight or first achieve results in this weight class.

The cheers and shouts of the brothers and sisters under the ring, at this moment, made a strong desire for victory grow in Ethan's heart!

The coach's forehead was pressed against his forehead, and his eyes were staring straight into his eyes, as if he wanted to instill everything he was about to say into Ethan's head.

"The only victory this idiot ever had was a decision victory; apart from having a knockout victory in a low-weight match, he hasn't had a knockout since reaching heavyweight, whether in training or matches."

"I don't have any more tactics to teach you; this is just the first step of your legendary life, and you will complete it!"

"Watch out for his hook, protect your chin, and then let him taste your fists!"

The coach patted Ethan on the head, then gave him some encouragement, "Go! Take him down!"

After the coach finished saying this, he left the ring, and the opposing coach also left. Amidst the "ding" sound, the two fighters came to the center of the ring.

There were no girls dressed in skimpy clothes, and no... well, there were still shouts and cheers.

Perhaps afraid that someone on Ethan's side shouting encouragement would make their own fighter lose momentum, the opposing fighter's coach and coaching staff also started shouting encouragement.

This made their fighter feel a bit ashamed; he even wished these people would shut their mouths!

"Start!"

Ethan's coach was observing seriously at the edge of the ring; he felt that Ethan had the qualifications to win a heavyweight gold belt. Some things, you only need to take one look to see.

Ethan stared tightly at the opponent's face; both sides were still testing each other. Boxing is not a simple, childish competitive sport.

It involves a lot of complex knowledge, and if you don't study it systematically, you can't master it at all.

By the end of the first and second rounds, you have to figure out the attack range of the opponent's lead hand and rear hand, interpret the opponent's punching habits as much as possible, and understand the opponent's defensive habits.

Then the fight will start to enter a white-hot stage, and start more proactive attacks.

But Ethan didn't like that; he liked heavy punches, and he liked hammering them solidly onto his opponent's face!

Right from the start, he adopted a more oppressive fighting style; he was constantly invading the opponent's space, and of course, he was also prepared with a defensive guard.

This is a very aggressive fighting style, and at the same time, it is a fighting style with strong self-confidence.

The fighter on the other side was a bit annoyed; although he was also a novice in the heavyweight division, he had a period of study and experience, and also had experience in combat.

But what about the opponent?

A novice who popped up from nowhere, with no match records to be found, a pure rookie, actually disrespecting him like this?

He decided to let this big guy feel the power of his heavy punches!

He used his fist to jab Ethan's arm, followed by a liver punch aimed at Ethan's waist and abdomen.

Ethan's waist and abdominal muscles tightened violently, almost like an instinct, and a heavy force was instantly transmitted to the deeper parts through the fat and tense muscles!

A bit painful!

But, only a bit!

A ferocity that he himself hadn't discovered flashed in his eyes, and he also gave the opponent a hook.

After the two sides finished exchanging their first attacks, they briefly opened up the distance.

The opposing coach's expression became a bit more solemn because he noticed that his own fighter's expression wasn't as relaxed as before.

He noticed the place on the fighter's waist that had been hit was red in an abnormal way, and in the area where the force was more concentrated, some slight red dots even appeared!

Although the coach knew very well that when a heavyweight fighter lands a punch, capillaries are very likely to burst, he didn't expect them to burst so quickly!

This was still the testing stage; did he use his full strength already?

A heavyweight fighter's stamina is limited; does this newcomer on the other side not know how to manage his stamina?

In the following process, the two sides also had some contact, but there was rarely a violent output as direct as the first contact.

At the end of the round, Ethan's coach jumped into the ring, and while helping him relax, he asked, "First time in the ring, how does it feel?"

Ethan nodded, "No different from usual, it's just that that guy doesn't feel very strong."

Seeing him perform so relaxed, the coach checked the red patch on his waist and abdomen; there was no particularly obvious sign of burst blood vessels, and his defensive ability was as high as ever.

Of course, he wouldn't blindly let Ethan become arrogant, "It's still the testing stage; next, that guy will definitely try to find a way to consume your stamina."

"Punch less, but don't hesitate once you find an opportunity; remember to maintain your stamina."

The opposing fighter looked at Ethan sitting in the opposite corner, his eyes revealing a complexity.

His liver was still uncomfortable even now; he had thought it was just an ordinary punch, but he hadn't expected it to be so heavy!

"That young man is in his first match; he doesn't have enough experience, and this is where we have the advantage."

"Find a way to make him punch more and destroy his stamina management."

"Find an opportunity to finish him; if that's not easy to do, then score more points and win by points."

The fighter's expression was a bit strange; a heavyweight fighter relying on points to win sounds like an insult!

If it were featherweight or lightweight, then a fighter's fists might just be fists, and wanting to destroy a person's body and defense isn't such an easy thing.

But heavyweight fighters are all heavy hitters, which is also the most attractive part of heavyweight boxing matches!

People don't like watching two skinny monkeys bombarding each other in the ring for ten seconds and then opening up the distance again with nothing happening; what they want to see are heavy cannons where every punch can bring an adrenaline rush!

So if a heavyweight fighter relies on points to win... this is undoubtedly a disrespect to heavyweight fighters!

He eventually nodded; raising the win rate is the key now, whether he gets a knockout isn't important!

Lanse and his people sitting below actually couldn't understand boxing matches either; the vast majority of them just subconsciously treated this as a fight, but it wasn't a real fight; it had rules.

In the second round, the opposing fighter clearly had a tactical change; he started frequently baiting Ethan into acting.

The stamina consumed by defense is far lower than the stamina consumed by attacking; Ethan lacked some experience in matches, and he couldn't help himself.

Although the opponent defended against Ethan's attacks in the second round, he also took a few hits, and he became even more wary of Ethan's heavy punches.

However, their tactics were very successful; Ethan had already started panting, and his stamina consumption was relatively high.

Don't look at it as just seven or eight, ten or so attacks; this is also very stamina-consuming!

The coach, while fanning him, said, "He is baiting you to attack; he just wants to consume your stamina. Remember the point game we learned?"

"He wants to play the point game with you; in the next attacks, don't use your full strength, focus mainly on scoring points!"

Since they want to be shameless, then everyone can be shameless together; anyway, they were the ones who were shameless first!

The coach had already thought about how to express his dissatisfaction after the match; he would tell the Boxing Association, he would tell "Boxing" magazine, this is a fucking boxing match, not a math competition!

Ethan didn't agree, because in his ears were still the cheers and encouragement of his brothers, as well as those words telling him to "take him down."

The coach didn't know if Ethan had listened at all; he could only continue to analyze the situation and analyze the opponent's tactics.

Soon, the third round began; Ethan tried to make contact with the opponent again, but the opposing fighter still chose to bait him into punching, as well as quick dodging.

As they fought, Ethan suddenly dropped his guard; he looked at his opponent who was constantly moving with small steps, and he took out his mouthpiece, "Can you face me like a warrior?"

The opposing fighter's footwork also stopped; he turned his head to look at the referee, the expression on his face as if asking "what the fuck is this."

Ethan's coach, while telling Ethan to put the mouthpiece back in, ran to explain to the referee.

Ethan looked at the opposing fighter, and while putting the mouthpiece back in, said finally, "Either fight me like a warrior, or get chased around like a girl!"

The match restarted, and Ethan had completely given up on boxing; he walked directly toward the opponent.

The fighter on the other side was very uncomfortable with this fighting style; clearly, he could hit Ethan's chin if he punched, but he just didn't dare to punch; he wasn't sure if this was some kind of conspiracy.

Even the referee at this moment was a bit impatient; for this heavyweight fighter who had no courage, he also believed that the opponent should go fight in lower-level matches.

But now he was the referee, and he could only keep his opinion to himself.

The third round ended quickly, and the two sides returned to their corner rest areas. The coach said a lot, but Ethan didn't listen to a single word; he only stared at the opposing fighter.

The opposing fighter was very uncomfortable being stared at by him, while his coach had a look of deep joy on his face, "Well done, you successfully recorded this guy; we've already won half!"

"Find a way to keep provoking him..."

He didn't hear the rest of the words clearly.

In the fourth round, Ethan was still the same, not holding a guard, just standing in the ring, standing like an ordinary person, looking at him with a look of contempt.

This also made him very angry; he tried to get close to Ethan and threw a probing punch.

Ethan didn't dodge, didn't even defend, letting that light punch land on his face.

Through the eye slits that were squeezed slightly out of shape, a look of mockery and contempt fell on the opponent; the opposing fighter couldn't help but give Ethan another punch.

It was still a probing punch; after hitting, he opened up the distance, and Ethan still didn't move.

Even... he took the initiative to punch himself.

Hitting harder than he had hit!

His expression finally changed; those people started booing him, and some people greeted him and his family.

Fighters always have tempers, otherwise they couldn't become boxers; his face started to turn red rapidly, and his coach suddenly realized that his fighter had been provoked!

He ran in front of Ethan and gave Ethan a few more punches; the mockery in Ethan's eyes became even richer, and a foul breath rose from his body in an instant, stuck in his throat!

If he didn't give the opponent a heavy punch, he wouldn't be able to spit this breath out!

He clearly knew that this might be a tactic, he clearly knew he shouldn't do this!

But as a fighter, once his temper flared up, it was hard for him to be restrained by reason!

He also didn't believe that Ethan could take a heavy punch from him head-on!

His body started to stretch, and the muscles in his back made his arm swing back; this would be a super heavy cannon!

Ethan captured this small movement, and his fist was also pulled up, a limit punch!

Two bursts of sweat were scattered, and Ethan staggered back two steps, finally standing firm.

But the opponent fell straight down.

Everyone was stunned for a moment; Ethan's coach waved his towel in surprise, and the referee rushed up to count seconds for the opposing fighter.

But obviously, he couldn't stand up anymore.

Only counting to five, the referee gave up counting seconds and announced Ethan's victory...

After the match, Ethan's face was already swollen, but his face was full of a simple, happy smile.

"What were you thinking?" Lanse patted his muscles, which were obviously much firmer, "What if you couldn't take that punch?"

Ethan scratched his head, "I didn't think about it, but I knew that a fighter who kept avoiding direct confrontation with me couldn't knock me down."

When he said this, the opposing fighter and his team were just about to leave and were passing by here.

The opposing coach snorted angrily; in his view, Ethan used a disgusting psychological tactic, and he would complain to "Boxing" magazine about this practice.

The ring should be pure; you can't let these people bring these crooked winds and evil spirits into the ring!

The opposing fighter's face was also swollen high, and his eyes were bloodshot; Ethan's punch was indeed terrifyingly heavy.

He walked over, ignoring the gazes of so many people around Ethan, and walked in front of Ethan.

"Next time, I will defeat you with my fists!"

A smile appeared on Ethan's face, but the swollen half of his face made the smile look a bit twitchy, "Talk after you catch up to me!"

After the two bumped fists, the opponent left quickly, but it could be seen that this match also caused some changes in his mentality.

"Now, can we go eat a big meal?"

The coach wanted to stop him, but thinking that this was the victory of his first official match, he didn't stop him.

One fight, one win, one knockout; although he was still just a novice, he had already begun to show his edge.

After eating, the coach said he would arrange the next match for Ethan soon.

Every year, many novices debut, or move from low-level matches to heavyweight matches; they are all eager to "brush data" to increase their popularity.

Wanting to become a boxing champion and get a gold belt isn't just about being able to fight; you also need rankings, you need sufficiently beautiful data, and you even need interest groups pushing from behind.

Lanse didn't understand these things and let the coach handle the arrangements, but if there was anything he needed, he could contact him anytime, anywhere.

Ethan's performance also let Lanse see his talent and future in this area; as long as he walked firmly, even if he couldn't become a role model for an era, he would leave his own unique traces in this starry sky.

In some ways, this is actually what many people are desperately seeking—eternity in an instant.

It can also be called immortality!

Seeing these people shine in fields suitable for them, Lanse was very happy.

There are few who can have a good ending walking this path; no one knows if an accident will come before the finale.

On the first day of October, there were only a few days left until the time Bandi gave the five major families to think.

The city suddenly becoming quiet actually made people feel a bit unaccustomed.

Perhaps because they were used to hearing sudden bursts of gunfire, the people of Jincheng also became less sensitive to gunfire.

However, without the harassment of gunfire, the number of people on the street gradually increased, but there seemed to be very few tourists; all walks of life also realized the importance of "stability" to the development of the modern social economy.

Alberto was already prepared to make a move on Francisco's uncle and grandfather, and Lanse's side had also figured out the current situation of the Tita family, while the gunmen from Xiang Yalan had also arrived in Jincheng.

Rick could spend money to recruit gunmen from Xiang Yalan, and Lanse could too; for these people in Xiang Yalan who were almost too poor to live, they didn't care who they worked for.

The only thing they cared about was whether they could make money from this matter.

Lanse gave enough sincerity, three thousand dollars per person; this price was much higher than the price Rick offered.

Now what he lacked was an opportunity to catch a member of the Tita family alone.