THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 94's. Moscow 9
The final round bell saved him from becoming a samsak further.
I went back to the corner resting for a minute, while up ahead the coach bombarded him with clues, I took advantage of my time to rest. I had already charged my strength in the two-minute fight to create a momentum of surprise.
"You beat him mercilessly. Give him a little face." Svetluny arrived beside me she smiled at least proudly because I did not encounter the slightest difficulty to beat up Sergei.
"When he sent people to harm me he also gave me no face. No need to be so kind to her." I'm replying to it well now.
Up ahead his coach still gives him a lot of pointers that I think are useless. A natural fighter is shaped by time, it cannot be done with two or three months of practice.
"Are you able to survive beating him like you did in the second round?" Svetluny asked as she gave me a drink.
"The second round can, I'll slack off in the third round."
"Did you get hit, I just saw him avenge you."
"The punch is as light as cotton. What to fear."
"Blow as light as cotton. You've really overestimated yourself, Mr. Mafia." Svetluny grimaced to see me boast a little of yourself.
"That's what happened. What can you accomplish with just three months of practice."
"All right, it's up to you. Go and get him again." Signs that one minute break is over. I'm moving forward again.
By the time his protection opens I'll be ready to hit him again. In the first half my superiority was absolute. I don't know how much it's worth but it's obviously far away.
"Just give up, you don't have to be battered at least." I tried to raise his emotions, it wouldn't be exciting if I got it just hiding behind his shell.
"In your dream I gave up." His spirit is still high answering my words.
"Get ready to start again."
"Start!"
In an instant then the eyes then I advanced again and started the punches, now he is more prepared. The defense is closer.
With tight defense, even if I can't hit it by a landslide I will still make it samsak. Several times my punch finally entered, at the end of the round he opened his defense and tried to hit back, as a result of which several blows entered, although occasionally his weak blows also hit me it was a price that was worth hitting him hard.
"Rest."
"Several blows were dealt, you're satisfied now." Svetluny came next to me. "Did it hurt?"
"His punch is weak just calm down, he's the one who just learned boxing." And I've learned from a dozen years of self-defense. The difference between a spoiled child and an exiled child is clear.
"Alright, don't lose in round three." Svetluny swiftly gave a drink.
"Not going to." I advanced back once the break sign was over.
Round three, I've been fouling for power, so now that I only occasionally release punches, rather than letting him hit and open his own defenses, I'll patiently look for an opportunity to hit him in a landslide.
Since I only defended without retaliating he became more daring to attack and loosen his defenses, maybe he thought I was already exhausted after bombarding with many blows in rounds one and two.
One when I saw he was completely unprepared when his punch missed, I went straight ahead, one undercut blow by exerting all his remaining energy successfully landed on his jaw and as a result he fell onto the mat hard.
Anthony came forward to see him fall. He immediately got the count.
"One.. Two..."
A crushing jaw blow can of course cause an untrained person to lose his orientation, count 6 he tried to get up but his balance is still disturbed, at the count of 10 he can not get up, he can not get up, Anthony says I won the KO. I immediately grimaced, finally Knock Out as well.
"Great!" Svetluny cheered also from the previously uninspired with this match. Victory always makes one cheer.