Bang!
Bang!
At this moment, in the underground black boxing ring, Johnny and Tom were rapidly exchanging blows. Tom had already suppressed her movements, not being too fast, but Johnny still felt overwhelmed.
"Too slow, too slow, too slow!"
Tom shouted as she attacked, "Your punching speed is even worse than an Old Lady's!"
"Ora Ora Ora~!"
Johnny even imagined Tom making sounds as she punched. Tom's punching speed was extremely fast, leaving Johnny no room to parry.
During the continuous process of attacking and receiving, Johnny also constantly felt the charm of Jeet Kune Do.
Through continuous actual combat, he improved his perception of an opponent's moves, thus achieving the state of striking first.
Although he only had a slight feeling for it at the moment, it was not enough for real combat.
Moreover, during his missions, the probability of encountering a trained fighter was extremely low; most opponents only threw wild punches, so striking first became particularly important.
During their continuous exchanges, Tom also clearly noticed that this guy's punching speed and reaction speed were rapidly increasing, reaching an extremely fast pace.
The first 10 minutes and the last 10 minutes were completely like two different people.
In this way, Johnny absorbed all the knowledge like a sponge, and Tom was happy to teach, forming a virtuous cycle.
This state continued for five consecutive days. However, today, as they were fighting, Tom suddenly stopped.
"Hmm?"
Johnny was a bit stunned. Why did she suddenly stop fighting?
"Your progress has started to slow down, so next, we will no longer spar. You need to go into actual combat."
Tom pointed to a nearby ring, where combat training was currently underway.
Johnny glanced at the two people fighting below and suddenly laughed, "I can't beat you, but I can't beat them either?"
Five minutes later, Johnny came down bruised and swollen, a truly miserable sight. After all, Tom still played by the rules, but those on the ring had no rules at all. All sorts of dirty tricks emerged endlessly, leaving Johnny utterly bewildered.
After being restricted from using various equipment, Johnny's close-combat ability was greatly reduced.
Moreover, these underground boxers were all seasoned veterans. Johnny, being new to competitions and unfamiliar with the rules, naturally suffered a lot. However, this was only at the beginning; he quickly figured out their patterns and was able to counter some moves, but he couldn't avoid the beatings he took early on.
"It looks like you're quite thick-skinned."
Looking at Johnny's bruised and swollen face, Tom couldn't help but laugh. However, his ability to withstand blows indeed exceeded Tom's expectations.
Especially his Pain Tolerance. She had seen several times that Johnny was heavily hit with a punch, but he acted as if nothing had happened. A normal person would have been out cold. To put it nicely, his resistance to strikes was excellent. To put it bluntly, this sandbag was extremely tough.
However, this point was precisely Johnny's greatest advantage: his Pain Tolerance far exceeded that of ordinary people, which gave him more room for error.
He wouldn't lose the ability to move and resist after being punched, so everyone who fought him suffered this disadvantage. When they thought a punch would make him fall and curl up, Johnny stubbornly endured it and counterattacked.
In fact, Tom had also experienced this disadvantage, but her reaction was quicker, so she wasn't caught off guard.
For the next five days, the situation was almost the same every day. Johnny had practically fought everyone in the entire underground boxing gym.
On the sixth night, after Tom got into the car with Johnny, she drove directly to another location.
"Where are you taking me?"
Following Tom, they arrived at an underground black boxing venue, a true underground black boxing arena. Upon entering, they saw many people and heard cheers, and at the very bottom, there was an octagon cage covered with steel mesh.
Inside, two people were fighting to the death, covered in blood.
The surrounding spectators held banknotes or tickets, cheering and shouting wildly, as if every punch thrown by the fighters in the ring made them extremely excited.
"This is a real underground black boxing venue. See that octagon cage? Once you enter, only one person can walk out."
Tom pointed to the ongoing fight in the octagon cage below.
"You start from the lowest rank. The more matches you win, the more money you can earn."
Tom began to explain to Johnny. After Tom's explanation, Johnny finally understood the purpose of this underground black boxing venue and its so-called competition mechanism.
As long as you believe your ability is sufficient, you can participate. The initial fighters are called preliminary contestants. Winning earns you 20,000 usd, and for each subsequent win, this amount doubles.
You can fight a maximum of 10 matches in one day, but so far, only two people have managed to endure and clear all the rounds.
One of them is Tom, and the other is a boxer known as Skull.
"Before each underground black boxing match begins, there will be betting. Whoever wins will receive a corresponding percentage of the money."
Tom then pointed to the spectators in the stands, "Are you ready for your test?"
Johnny looked at the life-and-death struggle below and the cheers of the audience. He was a bit dazed, but finally, he said to Tom, "Can I withdraw midway?"
"Of course, you can. As long as you win, you can decide whether to continue to the next match. Once you win all 10 matches today, you can challenge the previous defender. Not only can you get 10% of all the betting money from today, but you can also accept challenges."
"New challengers can challenge you. If you win, you get all their doubled money; if you lose, the money you won goes to them."
At this point, Johnny understood all the rules. So, he clenched his fist and said to Tom, "Where do I sign up?"
Tom pointed in another direction and led Johnny over.
Upon reaching the registration window, the woman inside looked up at Johnny, then at Tom. "Oh, isn't this our champion from a few seasons ago? You can't compete again."
The woman in charge of registration had a slightly unpleasant expression and warned in a flat tone.
Tom didn't care at all. She pointed at Johnny, "Not me, him."
However, from their conversation, Johnny could easily guess that Tom must have caused quite a stir in this underground boxing gym back then, otherwise, they wouldn't have said such a thing and banned her from competing.
After learning that it wasn't Tom, the woman breathed a slight sigh of relief and then began processing Johnny's registration.
As for the codename, Johnny directly wrote down Night Owl.
"Do you want to start participating tonight? There are still two matches left."
The woman looked up at Johnny and then asked.
"Of course."
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