Chapter 422 Barbarian Bloodline
The weak defeat the strong.
Unknown dark horse.
Such elements are undoubtedly topics that people can talk about.
In the eyes of the audience who cannot understand boxing matches, Lancelot is undoubtedly the "weak one".
I have never heard of this person's name before.
Other boxers have well-known nicknames, such as Black Mamba, Little Pepper, and The Butcher, they have already gained a lot of fame.
Lancelot?
Who are you, my friend?
That's pretty much what it feels like.
When an unknown character defeats a familiar character, it will naturally cause a sensation.
But for those serious boxers who have actually fought Lancelot, they don’t feel that way at all!
"Weak?!"
"If this monster can be considered weak, then who are we, retarded!"
The boxer who was eliminated in the quarterfinals was laughed at by others for a long time after he left the ring, laughing at him for losing to an amateur.
Although these boxers are considered ordinary people, if we strictly classify them, they are actually half on the threshold of becoming professional fighters.
means.
They have been able to elicit some anger from within them.
This anger will strengthen their bodies unconsciously, making them more resistant to blows and stronger.
But it's not to the point where he can control his anger smoothly, and he can't unleash his true combat skills.
It's not enough against professionals, but it still has a big advantage over ordinary people.
The boxers can tell what's going on with Lancelot.
His body shows no signs of being enhanced.
He is indeed an ordinary person.
But when Lancelot successfully passed the semi-finals of the semi-finals and advanced to the final, no one was laughing at the second victim who was knocked out of the field in disgrace.
The plot is exactly the same as a boxing match.
First, Lancelot was beaten passively, unable to fight back;
Then he suddenly exploded, becoming completely different, reversing the situation!
Everyone noticed something was wrong!
Lancelot's ability to resist blows is too strong!
It's nothing to just resist being beaten, it's just to put more effort into beating him down.
The most serious part is that this guy is not just resisting beatings!
He is like a balloon that inflates bigger and bigger. Every time he is hit, he will accumulate the strength to fight back. Before the balloon is blown up to burst, the counterattack he explodes will probably exceed the attacker's ability to bear.
It won’t work without fighting.
If you don't attack Lancelot, he will beat you.
It’s not even possible to hit...!
If a real professional were to come over, his attack would be strong enough to blow up the "balloon" and make Lancelot lose the ability to resist.
But these boxers can’t do that now!
Their attacks became tools to cheer up Lancelot, and then they could only watch helplessly waiting for the opponent to explode and his power surged!
How to play this?
Lancelot's opponent in the final was the muscular man who was suspected of having dwarven blood.
Although the little boxer nicknamed "Sugar Cube" was already attacking Lancelot very hard, swinging a heavy punch and hitting Lancelot's chest.
His small size means his attack position is tricky and difficult to defend, which is his advantage.
But in front of Lancelot, it turned out to be a serious shortcoming!
Lancelot really couldn't defend himself.
But he wasn't beaten down either.
As long as he hasn't fallen down, the longer he accumulates, the stronger Lancelot's counterattack will be.
This time the burst of power was even greater, a fierce uppercut that sent the opponent flying into the air!
In a real sense, it "beats" people away! ! !
The audience who were cheering for "Lancelot, the underdog" went crazy with excitement.
I wish I could shout my voice hoarse:
"Lancelot! Boxing champion!"
"Lancelot! Boxing champion!!"
"Lancelot! Boxing Champion!!!"
Especially those friends of Lancelot who came from Niuyan Town were completely crazy!
Dolan jumped to a small space on the table, twirled the corners of his mouth with his fingers, and whistled wildly.
"Alas!!!"
"Have you all seen that, that is my best friend Lancelot, he is the boxing champion!!!"
…
Nervously and excitedly, he looked up at the crimson words [S1 Boxing Champion] outlined above his head like flames. Lancelot couldn't walk on the way, so he always followed the turns when he came off the stage.
Even the places where I was beaten no longer hurt!
He really didn't expect it.
He can defeat the boxers he once admired and win the title of boxing champion.
This is the only honor in the world!
This is the only one!
Even according to what Bacon said in the commentary, there will be monthly boxing championship tournaments that are limited to ordinary people, and the champion can also get a limited title.
But that is also [S2 Boxing Champion] or even lower in the ranking.
The crown of the first boxing championship was won by him, Lancelot!
Although the title cannot be transferred to others, Lancelot has already begun to imagine that he will display his title in the future and tell others about his glorious achievements in winning the boxing championship!
"How do you know I am the first boxing champion?"
Walking down the stage happily and accepting the compliments from other contestants, Lancelot felt so happy that he was so happy.
"My friend, you are awesome, you deserve this championship!"
"You are this one!" The speaker gave him a thumbs up.
"Such a talent, he is a natural boxer!"
Praised by all.
Of course, there was also the short boxer nicknamed "Sugar Cube" who lost to Lancelot in the final. He couldn't help but be curious and asked:
"Sir, how did you do it?"
"Others are more disadvantaged the more they are beaten, and it is more difficult to fight back."
"Why do you do the opposite of them? The more you are beaten, the stronger you are!"
Lancelot scratched his head blankly, widened his eyes and asked in confusion:
"Ah? Is there such a thing?"
He really didn't know about it.
He just felt that he was very happy when he seized the opportunity to fight back. At that time, it seemed that there was a fire burning in his mind. Except for the first two wild punches, the subsequent attacks were almost completely instinctive, and there was no idea at all.
Several opponents defeated by Lancelot nodded depressedly.
"Of course there is!"
They are the victims, how can they not know whether there is any.
Lancelot's reaction made them even more depressed.
So... this guy doesn't even know he has such a talent!
A mature female voice interrupted the topic:
"If I'm not mistaken."
"It's probably because he has the barbarian blood of some people from the Northern Kingdom flowing in his body."
"Mr. Lancelot Smith's performance is almost exactly the same as those Northern barbarians in battle."
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and when they saw the speaker clearly, they hurriedly saluted.
"Ms. Countess!"
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