Chapter 342 Zhang Lei is defeated, Ding Xiu takes action (Part 2)
After a while, Citizen Zhou stood up, clenched his fists, and stared at the ring.
Zhang Lei's reaction was quite fast. Within a second of falling down, he got up with his hands on the ground.
From Ding Xiu's point of view, his eyes were dull, and it was obvious that he just got up instinctively. Even getting up was of no use, and his combat effectiveness was almost zero.
Someone's health is full, and yours is full of health. It's not the same state at all.
Seeing this, the overall situation is basically decided.
As if he didn't expect Zhang Lei to get up, Robert stepped forward and punched Zhang Lei hard in the face, planning another KO.
At this moment, Zhang Lei was no different from a living target in his eyes.
"It's over."
Zhou Min's face was ashen, and he was worried about Zhang Lei. After this punch, he didn't know what kind of serious injury it would cause.
The golden period of athletes is inherently short, and that of boxers is especially short.
Why?
Mainly because of too many injuries.
There is no one who won’t get injured when entering the ring. Broken ribs and injuries to internal organs are commonplace. For ordinary professional boxers, the bridge of their nose has been broken long ago. Some of their teeth have been repaired by medical treatment later. Their eyesight, vision, ears and hearing are also poor.
He went into battle with wounds all over his body, and over time his body became crippled.
In a super-heavyweight match like Zhang Lei's, every punch is a critical hit, which causes great harm to the human body.
At this moment, Zhang Lei had no power to fight back. He received this punch for real. He would not be able to escape even with a minor injury. He would be bedridden for two months at least. If he was unlucky, his career might end.
"Shhh!!"
Before Robert's fist could land, the referee blew the whistle and quickly stopped him.
"Time's up!"
"End of round three!"
"Stop!"
Wiping away the cold sweat on his head, Citizen Zhou sat down and said, "Fortunately, fortunately."
Ding Xiu said calmly: "Isn't it fortunate that we are at the home court?"
Citizen Zhou was surprised: "You still understand this?"
Zhang Lei is fighting at home, and the referee on the stage is Chinese. Although there is no way to help him, it can at least ensure fairness and not encounter unfair treatment.
For example, just now, when it was time to blow the whistle, there was no ambiguity at all.
If you are abroad and the foreign referee is just a second or two slower, you will be hospitalized.
Ding Xiu shrugged: "What's wrong with this? It's the same in all walks of life."
Not being in the entertainment industry, Citizen Zhou had no interest in this drama. He changed the subject and said, "It's a pity, Lao Zhang. If he hadn't been reckless in that last moment, this wouldn't have been the ending. But if he hadn't fought that hard,
, what’s waiting for him is also a loss, it’s not easy.”
In his opinion, there was nothing Zhang Lei could do. If it were him, he would have made the same choice if he were in the same situation.
Ding Xiu sneered: "Zhang Lei certainly had no choice, but that was not the reason for his defeat. The foreign devil was more skilled and deliberately gave him a flaw, giving him a KO at the cost of a punch.
"
It was clear to onlookers that the way the two fought was no secret in his eyes.
If Zhang Lei persists in the last attack mode for a few seconds, Robert's side will definitely not be able to defend against it.
He also knew that he couldn't prevent it, so Robert deliberately used a flaw to expose it, intending to trade a small injury for a big one.
Sure enough, when he took the initiative to let go of his defense, he was punched in the face, and then pretended to lean back. Seeing this, Zhang Lei wanted to take advantage of the victory, but as soon as he took a step forward, Robert rushed towards him and hit his chin with an uppercut, knocking him out with one move.
Zhang Lei.
All I can say is that ginger is still spicier when old.
Zhang Lei's fighting experience is not as good as Robert's, and his on-the-spot reaction is also poor. If he could see that the opponent was intentional, he wouldn't be KO'd.
After all, you are still too young.
But having said that, it's pretty good to be able to do this at the age of twenty-five.
"Real or false?" Citizen Zhou was a little doubtful of Ding Xiu's judgment.
He felt that Ding Xiu was beautifying Robert a little, and he was playing it straight. In his opinion, the last punch was because Robert was strong in resisting blows, and he withstood it. Then he counterattacked with a punch, and luckily hit Zhang Lei on the chin.
Ding Xiu shook his head and said nothing. Seeing the look in Citizen Zhou's eyes, he knew what this guy was thinking.
"Ahem." Sensing Ding Xiu's emotions, Citizen Zhou felt slightly embarrassed. This was the second time he had refuted Ding Xiu, but he was a little embarrassed.
"Brother Xiu, how about we go see Lao Zhang."
"Didn't he get carried into the lounge? Can we go in?"
"It's okay, I'll take you in."
Spectators are definitely not allowed in, but Citizen Zhou is an Olympic champion, boxing, and knows Zhang Lei and Zhang Lei's coach. They are all old acquaintances, so it is quite easy to enter the lounge.
Remembering that a few days ago, Zhang Lei, a tall man who was 1.95 meters tall, had excitedly said that he would help him KO Robert, but now he was lying down, Ding Xiu thought about it and decided to go and have a look.
The two came to the lounge, and before they even entered the door, they heard Zhang Lei's rough voice.
"Coach, I was careless and didn't dodge. If I do it again, I'll beat him so hard that his mother won't recognize him."
"Okay, stop bragging. Don't you think your teeth are leaking? If it weren't for the protection of the gloves and head protector, your mandible would have been cracked by this punch."
Formal boxing matches all have gloves, which provide a buffer when hitting the body, reducing a lot of strength.
Otherwise, if a boxer like them, who is over 90 meters tall and weighs over 90 kilograms, hits someone with one punch, he will be completely destroyed, and he will not be able to withstand the second punch.
Legend has it that Tyson killed a cow with one punch without wearing gloves.
Of course, legends are always legends. Killing a cow with one punch is an exaggeration, but it is definitely possible to seriously injure a cow. If you hit a person, your skull will be lifted.
"Hehe, I gave him a punch too, it's not a loss."
"Come on, his punch was a deliberate flaw, haven't you figured it out yet?"
"No way?"
"No, what's the point of not being able to do that? Even though he debuted late, he has played many more games than you and is very experienced. In the last moment, even if I were to replace you, you might not be able to escape, so you lose.
It’s not unfair. Fortunately, you are young and there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Just work hard..."
At the door, Citizen Zhou looked at Ding Xiu in surprise. He did not expect that Ding Xiu's judgment was the same as Zhang Lei's coach.
They all thought it was a flaw that Robert sold.
The problem is that the coach is a coach, so it’s not surprising that he has this kind of judgment. After all, he has been doing this for decades and was a top-notch boxer when he was young.
Ding Xiu is a film and actor.
Although I have practiced Chuanwu for a few days, I can't compare with professionals.
After all, even he, the Olympic champion, didn't see Robert's problem, but Ding Xiu did. Doesn't it mean that Ding Xiu is better than him?
It shouldn't be.
After secretly comparing the heights and weights of the two, Citizen Zhou still felt that he could beat Ding Xiu to the point where he would call him daddy.
“Tuk-tuk-tuk!”
Citizen Zhou knocked on the door and attracted the attention of Zhang Lei and the coach before entering: "I just watched the whole game in the audience. Is Lao Zhang okay?"
Zhang Lei's face was a little pale, but he was in good spirits. Hearing this, he said loudly: "What can I do?"
After saying this, he looked at Ding Xiu: "Brother Xiu, I'm sorry, I couldn't help. You'd better run away."
Previously, he said that he would send Robert to the hospital, but now Robert wins, and it is probably Ding Xiu who will be admitted to the hospital later.
"Who is this?" the coach asked doubtfully.
Zhang Lei said: "Brother Xiu, my friend is very good at martial arts."
Citizen Zhou's face twitched, he had only met him a few times and he became a friend.
But everyone who knows Zhang Lei knows that he has this kind of temper, which can be said to be quack-like at worst. As long as they see eye-to-eye with each other, they can become brothers after just one meal.
"This is my teacher, surnamed Wang."
Zhang Lei introduced it to Ding Xiu.
"Hello, Teacher Wang." Ding Xiu stepped forward and shook hands with the coach.
Lao Wang is in his forties, with slicked-back hair and a pair of rimless glasses. He looks quite elegant and doesn't look like a boxing coach at all.
But once he got his hands on it and felt the opponent's palm as rough as tree bark, Ding Xiu felt that this was a martial arts practitioner.
He can be a coach of the national team or a boxing coach. It would be strange if the athletes could not obey him if he did not have two brushes.
If he were just a theoretical person, he would have been beaten long ago.
"Hey, you are in good physical condition." Lao Wang held Ding Xiu's hand, feeling the rich muscles and hard bones of his hand, and asked, "Are you also a boxer?"
The first impression of Ding Xiu is that he is handsome, which has nothing to do with being able to fight.
But after shaking hands, I found that the palms of my hands were thick and the bones were strong. If this wasn't acquired through training, I would be a good candidate for martial arts training.
Reminiscent of Zhang Lei saying that Ding Xiu can fight, that's why he thought Ding Xiu was a boxer.
I just didn't see any calluses on his hands and his ears were intact, which made me a bit puzzled.
People who practice boxing usually have calluses on the backs of their fingers, and their ears are smaller than ordinary people due to being congested with injuries all year round, and are turned inward, commonly known as dumpling ears.
Especially for those who practice wrestling, their ears are in contact with the ground every day, and dumpling ear is more serious.
"Haha, Wang Jiao, he is an actor, Ding Xiu, you don't know such a big star?" Citizen Zhou couldn't help laughing.
Coach Wang was stunned: "No wonder he is so handsome."
Just because of his face, he can indeed make money much faster than playing games.
Zhang Lei said excitedly: "Brother Xiu is not only an actor, he is also very powerful in martial arts. He once defeated the Sanda boxing champion with one move, and defeated eight major sects by himself in Hong Kong Island. When he was young, he was even more incredible. He chased me with a watermelon knife.
…”
"Ahem." Ding Xiu interrupted Zhang Lei and said with a smile: "I was ignorant when I was young, so don't mention it."
Coach Wang raised his eyebrows and was very surprised. He didn't expect the young man in front of him to be so good at playing.
You must know that in the boxing world, those who can fight in the ring may not be able to fight in the street. Ahem, those who can fight in the street may not be able to fight in the ring. However, those who can fight in the ring after fighting on the street must be experts.
Some people are very good in the ring, but once they get to the street, two or three gangsters can beat them until they run away.
People who have fought on the street generally have better psychological quality. They are bloody in their bones and are cruel to others as well as themselves. Such people are always hard to beat in professional boxing matches.
In the final analysis, it is still a question of control. Professional boxers have a course called muscle reflexes. If you see someone raising their hand out of the corner of your eye, you will retreat. If you are hit, you will protect your head and steady your pace.
A set of combos is performed steadily and not chaotically.
After all, on the stage, the rounds last only a few minutes. No one gives you time to think of a series of moves. Once you do it, a lot of it depends on subconscious conditioned reflexes.
Therefore, it is rare for people to be able to maintain a clear mind and think rationally during the fight.
Why are professional boxers not good at fighting on the street? In fact, it is not that they are not good at fighting. If you can fight professionally, your physical fitness, boxing feel, and neurological response will not be bad.
With a little training, professional boxers are fierce men. The problem is that they cannot be trained.
Once trained, the boxer will have muscle memory, and it will be fun to fight on the street. He will attack people's neck, head and lower body with various uppercuts and fists.
But what about playing in the ring?
There are many rules in the ring competition, and many parts cannot be hit.
Once you get used to fighting on the street and have a fixed fighting style, and then fight in the ring, in a hurry, your muscle memory comes up and you hit the opponent's vitals, crotch, back of the head, or kick, and you will get fouled every minute.
Therefore, control is very important at this time. Since a person who has fought on the street can become a professional boxer, it means that he has good body control, and his mind is very clear. His reason is always online to ensure that he will not foul during the game.
But at the same time, because he has fought on the street, he has a lot of practical experience and strong psychological quality.
It is very difficult to go from an amateur boxer fighting on the street to a professional boxer. It requires step-by-step correction and a lot of training. Anyway, it is not ordinary people who can make it to the end and become a professional boxer.
Why is Robert so awesome? He was a policeman by profession before, and the fighting techniques he learned in the police academy were all about defeating the enemy with one move and destroying his opponent's combat effectiveness.
But in the game, he has never committed any fouls, and he has never used those fighting skills of defeating the enemy with one move.
It shows that his control is extraordinary.
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"Does the young man practice Sanda or Judo?"
After thinking for a moment, Coach Wang asked.
"I practice martial arts and Bajiquan, but I also know a little bit about Sanda and boxing."
Ding Xiu has been doing this for a long time by learning from his strong points and compensating for his shortcomings, combining it with modern fighting, and re-finding a fighting style that suits him.
It has to be said that modern fighting does have certain advantages, such as Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Muay Thai, Krav Maga, etc., which are all very practical fighting techniques.
Ding Xiu is not proficient in any of them, he just selectively combines some moves, so he is said to be a little good at it.
But if the words fall into the ears of a few people, it means knowing a hundred million points, which is extremely bragging.
"Brother Xiu, after watching today's game, will you still play with Robert?"
Citizen Zhou saw the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, so he asked with a smile.
He bet that Ding Xiu wouldn't dare.
Ding Xiu took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, opened the text message, and read: "He made an appointment with me to spar the day after tomorrow, and the location has been decided."
Despite what he said was easy, after a fight, only he knew how powerful Robert was, and he could only be said to be a world-class professional boxer.
With Ding Xiu's physique, he might not be able to survive for three seconds, and Robert would have to kneel down and beg him not to die.
Ding Xiu put away his phone: "I haven't replied yet. I'll ask my agent later if there is any schedule."
Several people breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, there was something wrong with the way he looked at Ding Xiu.
Just be afraid, and use the excuse of schedule.
But I also understand that Gao Luo is a celebrity, has a thin skin, and is too embarrassed to run away.
After chatting for a while, Ding Xiu and Zhou Min came out of the lounge, and Zhang Lei was with them. He was going to receive the award, but this time he missed the gold medal and only got a silver medal.
"I came here just to win the gold medal. I also played well in the semifinals. Even if all five referees today are Chinese, I can still win."
Facing an interview with foreign media, Robert was delivering an "award-winning speech."
It just sounded a bit harsh, and even Citizen Zhou couldn't help but curse.
"This grandson deserves a beating."
"Indeed." Zhang Lei gritted his teeth.
The two of them found Ding Xiu playing with his mobile phone with an indifferent expression, and they suddenly became a little angry.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing, just reply to the text message." Ding Xiu put away his phone and said calmly.