THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 93's. Moscow 8
Now we're facing.
"Good 3 rounds 3 minutes rest between 1 minute." Anthony, who will be the referee already stands between us.
Apparently he's been practicing boxing all along. But considering the possibility of his skills it will be suppressed until a new level of learning. There were no signs of training or signs that he had been training for a long time.
Anthony came to us and asked if I agreed.
"Alex you agree." Compared to boxing, I've never been serious about a single flow, but over the years I've developed the power and speed of a punch.
"Ok 3 rounds 3 minutes, of which one minute rest."
"Sergie, you're gonna win." The woman he was with excitedly supported him. Maybe for a few months he has been training hard with this boxing.
What's interesting is that this woman seems to have a pretty strong attachment to her. He supported Sergie earnestly. Bangs*at is lucky enough to have a millionaire boy girlfriend.
Sergie who seems happy to have her support look at me. "I won't lose to you."
"Much of this talk let's just finish it."
Svetluny came to the side of the ring. He didn't intend to go too far in this fight, because I didn't like it when I finished this in the ring, but seeing Sergie supported in such a way maybe he felt sorry for me too.
"Is there a special deal between women?"
"No, we just don't want hostility. You guys are hostile but we're not."
"It seems good for the future. Maybe with you two there's a truce (temporary peace) in the future." Yesterday at dinner he tried to blend in with Sergie, hoping we would stop all this war. Svetluny just smiled at my words.
"Of course." I tapped the two boxing gloves. Ready to beat him up.
"Win this Mr. Mafia. Then don't fight anymore." He patted my shoulder encouragingly and soon the fight would begin.
We finished wearing tooth protectors. Too bad, my chance to break his teeth doesn't seem to exist, but I'm gonna bruise him.
"Okay, you two come here." Anthony sent us to the middle of the field, while there were three people acting as judges on the sidelines.
"Area back blows head, heartburn, ribs, throat, ********. Understood." We both nodded.
"Fights." Soon the fight begins. We stepped forward within the range of the hit.
I don't have a specific strategy, all I do is hit it as fast as I can and as hard as I can, I believe the accumulation of years of practice will look like an edge. While maybe he had only learned boxing techniques for a while and had no manpower.
The first successful blow surprised him. My energy is still full, he was late to block, as a result his position faltered.
His coach who followed him immediately gave directions to him, I pushed forward in the morning. He immediately put up a defense from my punch.
The next thing I did was bombard him with a punch, utilizing my full stamina, with his weak blocking he couldn't withstand a few blows coming in.
Any direction he couldn't hear again for the first three minutes because I didn't give him a chance to reply. Sometimes he retaliated but his punch was too weak. I told you he just learned boxing. What he did in the first round was a situation of futile shock.
He was almost in a posture of holding his head for fear of being hit.
"You want to keep going? Open it!" Anthony reminded him he can't stay in that position forever.