Evil Awe-Inspiring 170 Fight!

Threats and intimidation will never work on me. From childhood to adulthood, I may not be able to do many other things, but when it comes to fighting, there are only few people I can't win them for so many years.

"I know you don't believe it." Tiger sighs, stares at me and slowly says:" Unfortunately, Papa 8 is not good at fighting. He doesn't know much about this life-and-death fight. It's not just about blood and pa.s.sion! It's relying on fighting strength! Unfortunately, I wasn't in the room at that time. Otherwise, I would have prevented you from doing so!"

Tiger probably sees the disapproval in my expression. He turns around in silence, takes out a CD from his bag, stuffs it into the DVD player, and then turns on the TV.

"I'm a fighter too, so I've recorded all those fights matches in the past few years. This is some of the information of Sand Tiger I collected last night. I know you are still very confident, but I hope you'd better take it easy and finish watching it."

Then Tiger begins to play DVDs, and the TV screen is first a snowflake, and then turns into a boxing ring. The picture is a little blurred, apparently shot with an ordinary personal DV.

The picture is somewhat dim, and I don't know it's distorted by the old-fas.h.i.+oned equipment. Or the lighting was not bright enough on that occasion. Anyway, I could only see two men are warming up in the ring.

This ring is slightly bigger than our usual one, and the ropes are pulled out around it. But there was no referee. There were many audiences looming around.

It lasted for a while, the camera begins to sweep around, and I recognize that this is a large warehouse, there are many people standing on the second floor of the warehouse to watch. The voice was noisy, the audiences were screaming and shouting, but more of noises.

The camera was pulled far and close, and it was clear that Tiger was very close to the platform when he was filming. So when the lens is close, the scene on the ring was clear.

Two men were confronting to each other. One of them is obviously Sand Tiger. In appearance, younger than I saw him yesterday. He was naked and showed all his muscles. This kind of muscle is full of strength at first sight. It's totally different from the rigid muscles that bodybuilders have trained. His muscles are well organized and elastic. Like a leopard!

I squint unconsciously.

The eyes of Sand Tiger seem to have a taste of bloodthirst. His opponent was twenty-five or six years old, looks younger than Sand Tiger. He was tall and had developed muscles. Looking at his fighting posture and movements, he should be good.

The fight begins, there are crazy cries comes on the TV. With the murmur, the picture lens drew closer. Two people took a few steps around the ring and testing out each other first.

I can see that Sand Tiger's pace is steady. This discovery makes my heart is sinking.

Then, Sand Tiger's opponents begin to attack first! Both of them wore gloves, but it was obviously a fight without any restrictions! Sand Tiger's opponent is still agile and has a good speed and strength with several attacks. He punched four consecutive punches, all blocked by Sand Tiger, and then the guy kicked on the thigh. Unfortunately, this foot only made Sand Tiger's body shake slightly, but could not kick him down.

With a sigh in my heart, Sand Tiger seems to be practicing really well.

The next moment the situation was changing suddenly!

Sand Tiger's opponent did not kick effectively, but Sand Tiger took the first step instead, then came close to him. He punched his fist heavily into his opponent's chest. That fellow, with a sudden sway of his body, stepped back, sprayed blood with his mouth opened, and then fell to the ground!

Just one punch! One puch made the opponent vomit blood!

When I see this, my eyebrows flicks and I can't help whispering, "How heavy is his fist?"

Then the picture turns, after a snowflake, into another ring. But the people in the ring have changed. It's still Sand Tiger, but it looks a little more mature than in the previous. Obviously, these two scenes were shot at different times.

This time, Sand Tiger's opponent is a middle-aged man. He looks very calm and seems to be light on feet. After the fight began, the middle-aged man immediately went up and launched attacks. He raised his legs, and in one breath he laid five legs to Sand Tiger! I squint again, this opponent seemed to have the better leg skills.

Sand Tiger block twice at first, but soon began to dodge. But his ability of anti-beaten was terrible. He was kicked twie, but all blocked with his arms. After that, once he was kicked, he immediately retreated and used the retreat to remove most of the strength. So although he looked destructively, he did not actually suffer much damages.

Finally, waiting for the opponent to suddenly kick in the air on one side, Sand Tiger suddenly squatted, then he was half short. His shoulder carrying the other's feet, suddenly raised his left hand, and hit on the calf with a punch!

Watching the TV, I can't help feeling nervous!

The middle-aged man was screaming. By the time he retreated, his calf had obviously deformed, and it seemed that the calf bones had been broken!

Then the scene is switched again. There are four scenes in Tiger's DVD. There were two more fights. Every opponent were all very good, but he had defeated all of them. Moreover, everyone was defeated by Sand Tiger's hard fist. He seems to have a pair of iron fists. Every time start fighting, he was relying on robust defense and flexible evasion, waiting for the other side to attack first. He use his ability of anti-beaten to block and defend. After the opponent has attacked, he looked at the other side's open s.p.a.ce, went up and punched with his fist. His main attack is on the heavy puch of the fist!

"This is the videos of how Sand Tiger won four times the top fighter all of which I shot on the spot that time." Tiger says lightly:"Have you any discoveries?"

I take a deep breath: "He's got a heavy fist and all won with one punch!"

In the next few days, we have targeted exercises.

A few days later, in a warehouse of an abandoned fis.h.i.+ng company. There is also an abandoned wharf not far from the warehouse. It has long been a customary place for local gangs to wager their lives.

By the time we arrive, the local gang leaders are almost there. I follow Papa 8 out of the car and walk slowly behind him. Today, it seems that there are a lot of people in the major gangs have come. There are more than 30 cars parking outside the warehouse, but each gang is standing alone, rarely mingled with each other. It can be seen that although the local gangs are on the same front, they are not very united.

The warehouse is much cleaner than I expected. In the middle of the warehouse is a boxing ring stands, more than one meter high, square, fifteen meters long and fifteen meters wide.

I'm satisfied with the size of the ring, because if I and Sand Tiger confront the tough with toughnees, it would be easier for him to hit his heavy punch. So I should run more. The bigger the area of the ring, the better for me to avoid.

Papa 8 sits down with the other men on the left side of the raceway. Tiger and I enter a corridor inside the warehouse. At the end of the corridor is a small room, which I suspect was renovated from an abandoned ice bank. Tiger closes the door, takes out a small metal tube from his pocket and slowly twists it open. It's a disposable syringe with about a few milligrams of liquid in it.

"What is this?" I frown.

"A drug." Tiger sighs: "It's a pain killer. After the injection, it can temporarily paralyze your pain nerves a little more than usual. It won't hurt you too much in the fight. The side effect of this a.n.a.lgesic is that if the dosage exceeds the limit, the reaction becomes dull. But you can rest a.s.sured that I have calculated the dose strictly. Now the dosage is the safest. It can relieve pain when you are fighting, but it will not affect your reaction and speed at the same time."

I frown slightly and stare at Tiger.

Tiger immediately says, "You don't have to feel that there's something unacceptable in your heart. I tell you, in any fight, all the players will be injected with this medicine. Sand Tiger will certainly use it, you don't have to feel unfair!"

"All right." I nod and reach for the disposable syringe, but instead of using it immediately, I start changing clothes.

I take off my coat, then change into a very loose boxer shorts and tie the belt tightly. I nake my upper body. When fighting, should try to minimize the clothes on your body so that your opponent has no chance to pull you!

I take a sip of water, then look at Tiger and say, "Tiger. I'd like to ask you a question."

"What's it?"

At this time, there is a noise outside, and it sounds like the tide and rus.h.i.+ng into the small room.

I approach Tiger in the midst of the noise, and then whisper alongside him, "Did you ever fight with Sand Tiger?"

I see a complicated look in Tiger's eyes. But I do not wait for him to reply, I just hold my head high and go straight to the ring.

Sand Tiger has already stood on the ring! He's wearing red boxer shorts and twisting his neck. His face is grim, like a bloodthirsty beast watching me jump into the ring!

"Boy, I'll kill you!" He wears a broad grin, shows his white teeth.

I look at him coldly. "Don't know who else will be killed today!"

Both of us stand on both sides of the raceway and begin to move and warm up. After all, Sand Tiger has won the top fighter four times, and the wors.h.i.+p of heroism is almost human nature! Although the local gangs are not united, it does not prevent Sand Tiger has a strong prestige among ordinary gangsters.
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Sand Tiger just makes a few punches, which immediately causes feverish cheers. Some people point at me crazily and shout, "Sand Tiger! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

I'm afraid it's only at this special moment that these people are most united. This is a kind of irony!

Papa 8 leads a group of our brothers and sit under the ring. Many of them were practicing boxing with me in the garage. I see Silo sitting behind Papa 8 and looking at me sullen.

I slowly walk over to them, raise my fists to them on the ring, and then look at Silo, blinking at him.

Silo's eyes are showing a bit of fanaticism. He looks at me and then slowly raising his fist and shaking it. Then he pounds himself on the chest.