Zongman: Starting From The Wish To Blow The Fist

251. The Opening Of The Second Round Of The Match, The Boxer's Life-And-Death Struggle (Second

At noon, the sun is scorching.

The fiery atmosphere of the venue was not inferior to the temperature.

"The second round of the Quanyuan Knockout Tournament——officially opened!"

Putting on a low-cut dress and a short skirt, Katahara Sheaka, who was dressed like a hot girl, stood on the field and shouted passionately, detonating everyone's enthusiasm.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"

The violent sound waves swept through the audience like a substantive storm.

After the baptism of the first round of competition.

The number of people at the scene did not decrease but increased.

The number of online viewers in the newly added official live broadcast room of Boxing Wish also exceeded the 400 million mark in the first time.

Today, the prestige of the Quanyuan Knockout Tournament has spread throughout the entire world.

It's as popular as the World Cup.

No country will reject such a program with such a high ratings. As for the impact... Politicians from all over the world have come to the scene to support it, and there are countless companies laying new industrial chains around this competition. Who would dare to make a fool of it? son.

"It's finally started!"

"I've been up all night without sleep.

"Me too, too excited to sleep."

"Who will tell me how many games are there today?"

"Eight games, the round of sixteen."

"Buy and leave."

"Gaolan has higher odds than Carlos? What do the officials think? Could it be that Gaolan still plays 16 but is just a retired player?"

"Good guy, the officials are not as accurate as you?"

"Why doesn't Igarashi open Twitter, I really want to ask who to buy, I don't know what the official vision is, but his vision must be accurate.

"It's true, he is the only player with a score of 95 or more."

"What is a 95-point player?"

In the corridor behind the auditorium, Okubo was lying on the window, swiping his phone boredly. He scratched his head when he saw this comment, and looked suspiciously at Ice Room and Kaneda next to him.

"The ranking given on the Internet." Himuro shrugged, "You know, there are always some laymen who like to give advice, but this time is special, the circle of fighters, the circle of underground fighters, and the professional fighter you belong to In the world, all kinds of retired players, sports experts, and even scientists came out to make cameos as amateur commentators [the analysis is clear and logical."

"According to the actual performance, combined with a bunch of formulas that I don't understand at all, the thirty-two fighters who are currently on the field are scored. The higher the score, the better. Of course, these scores are not fixed. Currently, the highest It's Yato, ninety-six points."

"I see. Ice Room, how many points do you have?"

Okubo asked maliciously.

"Are you serious? What can those people see through the screen?"

Ice Room said disdainfully.

"If I remember correctly, Himuro-san is seventy-nine."

Sueyoshi Kaneda interjected from the sidelines.

"Kinda!"

"Even if I don't tell you, Mr. Okubo will check it himself.

"That's right, you can't hide it from me...but then again, isn't this score low?"

Okubo touched his chin and said.

"It's not at the bottom, but it's not much better. Bingshiliang curled his lips, quite upset, "They also value the results too much. They give you eighty-five points and mine seventy-nine. Why? "

"That's right, why?"

Okubo opened his eyes wide.

"Why am I only eighty-five? Anyway, I should be given ninety points, right? Ice Room, could it be you who lowered my score?"

"ha?!"

"Okay, both of you, the match is about to start, and Mr. Okubo, the second match is your match, is it okay to stay here and chat leisurely?"

"That's right. It's time for me to go to the waiting room to prepare. You are here to witness how the hero Nao Okubo also defeated the 'monster'."

Looking at the man who waved away with confidence.

Sueyoshi Kaneda suppressed his smile and looked serious.

"It would be great if Mr. Okubo could win smoothly."

"Have some confidence in him, okay, he is a strong man who can't even beat me." Himuro Ryo lay on the window, looked at the field, and said softly without looking back: "A muscular club with only brute force is Can't beat him."

"makes sense.

Sueyoshi Kaneda also came to the window, but he didn't see a familiar figure in the commentary booth, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Huh? Is your Excellency Igarashi not going to be a commentator today?"

"Before, there was a lack of guests with excellent professional skills to serve as commentators. Ms. Shea Xiang alone couldn't handle it. Thinking about it, everyone's level is so high. Even if you invite active fighters, you may not be able to understand the situation."

Bingshiliang is a little eager to try.

"However, the second round is different. Fighters who were eliminated in the first round act as guest commentators. There is more than enough for each one in a match, and it can also play the remaining heat. Both sides can get what they need. It would be great."

"So, Mr. Himuro, you will also 'play'?"

Sueyoshi Kaneda was surprised.

"This..." Himuro Ryo's smile faltered, "Look, let's see the situation, after all, there are only eight games, and there are 16 players who were eliminated, but I think the organizers should, maybe, come Invite me?"

I feel hanging.

Suekichi Kaneda thought silently.

At the same time, a corner of the auditorium.

"It turns out that this is what it feels like to sit in the auditorium and watch the game."

Yato looked around with interest.

"Ye Dou-kun, here are the drinks and snacks you want."

At this time, Yimei said with a smile, a glass of Coke and a bucket of freshly baked popcorn.

That's right...Yato is currently mingling with the pseudo-delegation of the Imperial Sakura Women's Academy.

Garuda and Elena are also there.

These little girls are fighting fiercely now.

"Let's go out! Cai Yexiang, you said that if Gaoran Unsawado wins, won't your boxing gym be famous all over the world?" Hibiki asked Cai Yexiang excitedly.

"Although it's not good to say so, I'm not optimistic about Mr. Gaoran this time.

Cai Yexiang frowned.

"Really? Aren't they all world boxing champions? It doesn't make sense that a boxing champion in his prime can't beat retired fighters, right?" Xiang's eyes widened.

"Hang, you are wrong."

Yato smiled.

"Carlos, don't look at him as skinny, but his explosive power is actually very strong, and whether it is actual combat experience in the ring or off the ring, he is slightly better than Gao Lang, especially in the unrestricted fighting outside the ring. This form of competition is extremely beneficial to him."

"However, Gaolan is also a player with a very good mind and excellent strength, so in general, Carlos has a higher chance of winning in the first half of this match, and Gaolan has a higher chance of winning in the second half. The key depends on whether Carlos can win or not. Gaoran was dealt with in the first half."

"I understand 953 now that I've said it. It's worthy of being an ace commentator. It's really amazing to pull you over to sit with me."

"I brought Yato here!"

Garuda in the front row turned around and said aggrievedly.

"But Yato didn't sit with me, how could it be like that.

"It doesn't matter, it's the same if I'm with you."

Gina patted her on the shoulder and comforted her.

You are not Yato.

Garuda murmured in his heart, and sat back dejectedly.

"Now! Let's invite players from both sides to play!"

On the commentary seat, Katahara Sheka shouted loudly.

"The first player to appear is Carlos Medel! The peak of the boxing world, in the first round, he advanced to the second round with a strong posture worthy of his reputation, and his opponent is today's boxing king! Too God of War in the country! Gaoran Unsawado!"

Along with the words, exciting music and cheers set off a deafening upsurge.

The lights and shadows are tossed, and the silhouettes of figures with various fighting movements are projected on the stage and audience seats, which are all the fighting fragments of the players on both sides of the competition.

This special effect is simply cool.

The white mist formed by the dry ice is like a fountain lasing, and the gorgeous light like fireworks blooms.

The two figures came to the center of the arena on a straight track.

"There is no doubt that today is the unprecedented prosperity of the boxing world...two kings from different eras meet here! Who will win and write a strong DE in history?!"

(There are two updates today, and I can’t get motivated at the end of each month... Take a vacation for yourself today, let’s skip one chapter,).