King Of Sports 110 Tang Yan Vs Ito Takeuchi 1

"You have a lot of personal charm, whether it is on the court or off the court, and you look at money very lightly, I want to try to a.s.sociate with you, if you don't mind our age gap." Seo Yeon said seriously looking frustrated at his reaction.

This time, Tang Yan clearly heard it, this well-known Asian female star, wanted to be with him!

Thinking of it now, Seo Yeon should three or four years older than him. Around twenty-one or twenty-two.

When he was in South Africa in the past, he hadn't touched a woman for a long time. Now this big star was sent to his door, like a lonely man with a widow in a room. His thoughts had already flown.

He rushed to suppress these messy thoughts. Although his body was an 18-year-olds body his mind was it's 30s, he wasn't planning to be the kind of animal that thought with his lower body.

This Seo Yeon simply wasn't reliable.

However, seeing Seo Yeon's slightly reddened face, she was truly moving. It seemed that although the female star was very glamorous, her emotional life wasn't as rich as imagined.

He grit his teeth, and said with politeness.  

"I appreciate the compliment...but I just don't feel the same way. I barely know you."

"Ah?" Seo Yeon showed a look of disappointment in her eyes, and looked at Tang Yan with doubts. "We can….get to know each other over time."

"You're not really my type?" Tang Yan said gently.

"What is, I can change" Seo Yeon said steely.

Tang Yan looked at Seo Yeon and said directly, "Face and breast augmentation isn't my thing either.  I don't like the taste of silicone."

"You!" 

Seo Yeon's chest violently heaved up and down.

"It just won't work out." Tang Yan added in a quieter tone.

Seo Yeon's body trembled, and she stood up with anger and slammed the door on the way out 

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Sighing Tang Yan hoped this would be enough to stop her hara.s.sing him again. 

With how easily this woman latched onto to him he couldn't help but suspect her mental state. 

…...

The boxing pavilion was full of people. After two days of rest, the finals of each weight cla.s.s would be held today.

The men's finals for the 49kg cla.s.s was arranged as the first event of the day.

Ito Takeuchi ovs Tang Yan.

After defeating Park Sang-jun and Karimov, Tang Yan undoubtedly became the crowd favourite. 

This was the first time that Tang Yan was the favoured party to win since he began partic.i.p.ating in boxing.

"In the black corner from j.a.pan, the two time 49kg National Champion of j.a.pan, 49kg Global Youth Boxing Champion and bronze medalist of the International Boxing Champions.h.i.+ps, Ito....Takeuchi!"

"And in the red corner from China, the 49kg Alibaba Tournament Champion and this year's dark horse...Tang...Yan!"

Although at a slight disadvantage in terms of achievements, Tang Yan's appearance still instantly ignited the audience, their cheers were deafening.

"Boxers at the ready." The referee gestured to both fighters.

Tang Yan and Takeuchi went to the center of the boxing ring.

The referee introduced the rules of the game, neither of them spoke,but Tang Yan was able to see the battle intent from the eyes of Takeuchi.

"Touch gloves, then to your corners!"

The two touched gloves and backed away into their corners.

Ding! Ding!

Takeuchi took the initiative to launch an offensive, and a quick combination of punches directly blasted out.

Tang Yan was dodging back and forth.

The combinations and style of Takeuchi was different from all the other fighters that Tang Yu had previously encountered, not only fast but his rhythm was very different, making it difficult to have room for counterattack.

Under the influence of these two factors, he went on the back foot and studied him looking for an opening. 

Tang Yan took on a pa.s.sive defensive att.i.tude. But he was quickly forced to the corner.

But then he finally acted, he stung Takeuchi with a left, crossed with a right, moved off and threw another left.  Takeuchi drew back slightly and like flipping a switch Tang Yan went in, his shoulders bent, his head tucked in.

Takeuchi throw a left. Tang Yan rolled under it and smashed his lips with a looping right.

Takeuchi's head shot back and Tang Yan pounced forward and threw short right...

.....

Ito Takeuchi perspective:

A jolting short right took him under the heart. His mouthed jarred open and another terrific left to the same spot caused him to gasp. The world went black suddenly.

A right hook landed on his jaw. He felt himself slipping — going down. He felt the soft surface of the canvas, was dimly aware that the shrieking maniacs out in the darkness were people — men and women. He knew that he had been knocked down and that the referee was counting.

He knew that over in the far corner, Tang Yan was standing with his arms thrown over the ropes and probably over the moon thinking he had already won.

He turned his buzzing head and, his eyes rested on the form of his coach, stood up motioning for him to get up. His head cleared a little. He saw the referee's arm going up and down. He was saying "eight," and the voice sounded a mile off. He had to go on. 

Below him a frantic commentator was telling the world :

"Takeuchi is down! His eyes are glazed and there is a look of pain on his face. Those terrific smashes over the heart literally drove him into the canvas. It will be a good night for everyone who bet for Tang Yan. It looks as if Takeuchi is not going to survive the round. . ."

He was up! He threw himself to his feet as the referee's arm was ascending for the tenth count. Tang Yan was all over him in an instant. His reeling brain told him that he had to cover and get away. He couldn't. His legs were trembling. His arms felt heavy.

He saw the punch coming and couldn't duck it. It thudded home on his jaw. He stumbled back into  the ropes but prevented himself falling back onto the canvas, the fatal ten was barely avoided and the commentator was saying:

"It surprised us all when Takeuchi got to his feet. He was still very groggy and badly hurt. He's. .h.i.t again with another right to the jaw.

He's terribly hurt. There is blood streaming from his mouth and his legs are like rubber. The 'Boxing Killers' punches must be more terrible than we imagine, for Takeuchi's body is quivering from the impact...!"

Takeuchi tried to charge Tang Yan, but Tang Yan backing away landed two short lefts to the body and an overhand right to the top of Takeuchi's head.

He tried to box, but his arms were too heavy.

He flicked out his left and saw the blood spatter from Tang Yan's nose. He stepped back, feinted with his left, and crossed a heavy right to the Tang Yan'sjaw. It went home like a lightning bolt. It shook the Tang Yan from heels to head.

He waded in close and ripped his right hand to the Tang Yan's heart. Tang Yan wilted a little and gave ground.

And Takeuchi followed after him — shooting short rights and lefts to the jaw and head of the man before him.

He lashed forward and drove an upper cut to the jaw. At the same moment. Tang Yan side-stepped and, from a crouch, drove a body punch at him. It went home with terrible force. Takeuchi groaned aloud in his agony and started to double up. As he sank to the floor, the Tang Yan shot two rights to his jaw.

When he went down Takeuchi though that he was done. He'd felt that pain before.

The referee shook his head and began the count. And Takeuchi sank lower on the floor.

In the corner, Takeuchi's coach stood, his lips muttering curses. There was a towel in his hand. He was thinking that he had to save his fighter from further punishment. He had to save him from terrible injury. He blamed himself. 

In his grief he forgot that the rules would not permit a fighter's manager to end the fight by throwing in the towel. The referee must end the fight — or stop it.

The referee's arm was going up for the ninth time. The scene was in chaos, and Takeuchi was still struggling upon the floor of the ring — near to his own corner.

But with a shot of adrenaline, he seemingly lurched up from the canvas. 

Ding! Ding!

The bell on the side of the field rang and the first round was over.

Takeuchi turned to his corner. Two great welts showed on his flesh where the gloves of Tang Yan had left their trade-mark.

"That guy can sure hit," he gasped to his corner staff.

"Stay away from that right of his — as long as he's on his feet !" snarled his coach.

Takeuchi grinned softly at his coach.

The scene was in turmoil. 

Ito Takeuchi was the first boxer one to get back back up after being knocked down by Tang Yan.