v2 Chapter 240： Boxing match

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The alley behind the Owl Tavern is lively every night.

Nearby workers and idlers like to come here after finishing work. In this era, there is no vibrato Weibo to brush, keyboard knights, and limited entertainment activities, especially for these lower-class classes, they ca n’t be like the gentlemen and ladies Similarly, playing golf or going to the ball, the elegant things in the theater do not understand them.

In contrast, the sports of pure men such as boxing are more favored by them.

The collision of muscles and muscles, blood and sweat fly together, this is the romance of men. If you press a little money, it will be even more exciting.

In fact, not only these workers, but even the rich people also like the sport very much. There are also some well-dressed guys with canes and hats waving their pounds in their hands.

The onlookers crowded into a circle, automatically vacating the middle position, leaving the two main characters tonight.

One of them is a strong man working in a shipyard. The muscles on his two arms are raised, and the body hair on his chest is like wearing a sweater.-Iron Anchor Quinn. This name comes from the tattoo on his right arm. He is A regular in the underground boxing arena, with 13 wins and 6 losses in the past three months, and several of them were unfortunately defeated.

And his opponent tonight is a very face-to-face guy. Orientals are rare in London, especially Orientals who can speak English fluently. They claim to be travellers and have a good background. They are probably equivalent to British squires. And looking at his hands is not like a guy who has done heavy work, plus his pair is considered healthy, but far from being a strong body, there are not many people who are optimistic about him.

"What the **** is this, is the boss unable to find a decent boxer?"

"I bet he can't hold ten rounds on the anchor, and this poor guy will be carried to the hospital."

"Ten rounds? I don't think five rounds will work. If this guy knows something, he should kneel for mercy from the start."

"In that case, I remember the boxer can't get the money ..."

"Rather than making money, it's more realistic to find a way to keep your own life."

The crowd is talking, and the odds comparison between the two sides is very realistic.

On the one hand, Zhang Heng's odds have risen to one for seven, while the other anchor has only one for 1.09. In other words, pressing one pound on the anchor can only earn two shillings, and even Most people are still on the iron anchor, after all, don't give away money in vain.

Unfortunately, the strength of the small-scale street boxers like this is also limited. Each person's gambling cap is five pounds, which also prevents someone from buying a boxer to secretly manipulate the game. Otherwise, winning by volume is a good way to make money. method.

However, for the vast majority of workers, five pounds is already a considerable amount. It is rare to encounter this kind of risk-free opportunity to make money. Before the boxing match began, people were borrowing money everywhere.

What happened next seemed to prove everyone's vision.

The iron anchor is still the iron anchor. Despite the disadvantages of awkward footwork and not fast punching speed, each punch is full of strength, and it feels a bit like a ten-strike. Under his violent offensive, the poor The Orientals only keep dodging. Even so, they still suffer a few punches, just like breaking a sack.

So far, he has not even had a chance to shoot, and has been completely suppressed.

"Kill him !! Iron anchor, shred him! No such sissy in men's sports!"

"Let him see what a man in England is!"

The crowd's cheers also seemed to inject new strength into the body of the iron anchor. Even the original clumsy movements became brisk, and Zhang Heng took two punches again.

The onlookers suddenly burst into cheers. Sherlock Holmes looked aside and laughed. So far, Zhang Heng has been beaten all the way. No matter how he looks, he doesn't look like he can win, but only people who know it can see it. Zhang Heng's punches didn't hurt much.

The speed of the iron anchor is indeed very slow. Zhang Heng had already erected his arm before the fist fell, and guarded the front, so he did fall behind in the scene, but it was just behind the scene.

Zhang Heng's breath hasn't changed much from beginning to end, and his steps haven't been messed up. On the other hand, the iron anchor that has the upper hand has begun to pant out,-lack of stamina, which is also a common problem of all power boxers.

In particular, he had previously attacked another wave in the audience's roar, at the cost of the adrenaline peaking speed becoming slower.

It's almost time to fight back.

Sherlock Holmes thought about it, and later saw Zhang Heng also move. This time, facing the anchor's fist, Zhang Heng didn't choose to parry, but took a half step forward, and his head slightly avoided it. A punch, and then there was a panic in Iron Anchor's eyes. Of course, as a boxer, he knew how bad his situation was right now, but he punched it with such enthusiasm that he wanted to recover it halfway. It's possible.

At the same time, his chest was wide open, and it was not a good sign to be approached at this time.

But he quickly settled his mind again, how about being close. From the previous encounter between the two men, the strength of the other side was limited. Iron Anchor held, "Take a punch first but maybe you can take this opportunity. "Catch the opponent, and then take the opportunity to end this game that should have been won long ago" ~ www.novelhall.com ~ has restored his confidence again.

"It's not a good habit to underestimate your opponents," Holmes groaned, touching his chin.

Then saw Zhang Heng's punch hit the iron anchor's cheek.

This punch was more painful than expected. One of the teeth of the iron anchor was directly hit, and he flew into the air with blood, but the latter finally resisted this with his strong physique. Hit, did not fall, so the plot should not be too different from before.

Then it was his turn to fight back.

Tie Anxin thought that the other hand had already made a fist. As long as Zhang Heng's head was in this boxing, he was confident that he could directly turn the Oriental to the ground.

But before he could wave his hand out, he hit his right cheek again.

So fast? !! The iron anchor was directly blinded by this fist, and a kick at his foot made it a few miles away.

However, this was not the end. Then Zhang Heng slammed his ears again with the palm of his hand. The otolith, which controls the balance of the body in the semicircular canal, was stimulated, and the iron anchor immediately crooked like drunk.

Now he didn't fight back, he shook even when he walked, and his head was even thicker.

Zhang Heng naturally would not let go of this opportunity, and ended up this long but not dangerous battle with an uppercut.

The huge body of the iron anchor fell to the ground.

At this moment, all the cheers and shouts disappeared, and the surrounding audience seemed to be suddenly choked by their necks, and the alley fell into a strange silence. Those big mouths and waving handkerchiefs were all fixed in In the air, people opened their eyes, and it seemed that they could not accept the sudden reversal in front of them.

I don't understand why the iron anchor that has always been dominant has always been knocked down by this clean man.