Chapter 495 Boxing Match

The alley behind the Owl Tavern is lively every night.

The nearby workers and idlers like to come here after work. In this era, there is no Douyin Weibo to browse, and you can’t be a keyboard warrior. Entertainment activities are limited, especially for these lower classes in society, you can’t be like those gentlemen and ladies Like playing golf, or going to a ball, they don't understand the elegant things of the theater.

In contrast, a purely manly sport like boxing is more favored by them.

Muscle to muscle collision, blood and sweat flying together, this is the romance of a man, if you put a little money on it, it will be even more exciting.

In fact, it's not just these workers, even those rich people like this sport very much. There are also some well-dressed guys with canes and hats in the crowd, waving pounds in their hands.

The crowd of onlookers formed a circle and automatically vacated the middle position for the two protagonists tonight.

One of them is a strong man working in a shipyard, with protruding muscles on his two arms, and the body hair on his chest looks like he is wearing a sweater——Anchor Quinn, whose name comes from the tattoo on his right arm. He is He is a frequent visitor in the underground boxing arena. In the past three months, he has achieved a good result of 13 wins and 6 losses, and several of them were narrowly lost.

But his opponent tonight is a very unfamiliar guy. Orientals are rare in London, especially Orientals who can speak fluent English. He claims to be a traveler and comes from a good family. And looking at his hands, he doesn't look like a guy who has done heavy work, and his body is considered healthy, but far from being strong, so there are not many people who are optimistic about him.

"What the hell is this? Has the boss been unable to find a decent boxer?"

"I bet he can't last ten rounds in the anchor's hand, and the poor guy is going to be taken to the hospital."

"Ten rounds? I don't think it will take five rounds. If this guy is sensible, he should kneel down and beg for mercy from the beginning."

"In that case, I remember boxers can't get money..."

"Compared to making money, it's more realistic to find a way to save your own life first."

The crowd is chattering, and the odds comparison between the two sides is realistic.

On the one hand, Zhang Heng’s odds have jumped to 7 to 1, while on the other side, the anchor is only 1.09 to 1. In other words, if you put a pound on the anchor, you can only earn less than two shillings, and even so , the vast majority of people are still pressed on the iron anchor, after all, the money given away for nothing is not for nothing.

It's a pity that the strength of the dealers in such small-scale street boxing matches is also limited, and each person's betting amount is capped at five pounds, which also avoids the occurrence of someone buying off boxers to secretly manipulate the match. Otherwise, winning by quantity is also a good way to make money method.

But for the vast majority of workers, five pounds is already a lot of money. It is rare to encounter this kind of risk-free opportunity to make money. Before the boxing match, there are people borrowing money everywhere.

And what happened next seemed to prove everyone's vision.

The iron anchor is still the same iron anchor. Although he has the disadvantages of clumsy steps and insufficient punching speed, every punch is powerful, and it feels like he will drop ten times with one force. Under his violent offensive, the poor man opposite The Orientals could only dodge constantly, even so, they still received a few punches on their bodies, like a broken sack.

But so far, he didn't even have a chance to make a move, and he was completely suppressed.

"Kill him!!! Anchor, tear him apart! There's no need for such sissies in men's sports!"

"Show him what a man in England is!"

The crowd's cheers seemed to inject new strength into Iron Anchor's body, and even his clumsy movements became brisk. Zhang Heng received two more punches, and it seemed that the situation was not very good.

The onlookers burst into cheers again, and Holmes, who was watching, wanted to laugh. So far, Zhang Heng has been beaten all the way. No matter how he looks at it, he doesn't look like he can win, but only those who know how to do it can tell. In fact, the few punches Zhang Heng received didn't hurt much.

The iron anchor's speed was indeed very slow, and Zhang Heng had already set up his arm before his fist fell, protecting his vitals, so he was indeed at a disadvantage in the scene, but it was only behind in the scene.

Zhang Heng's aura didn't change much from the beginning to the end, and his footsteps were not chaotic at all. On the other hand, the iron anchor who had the upper hand had already begun to pant heavily - lack of stamina, which is also a common problem of all powerful fighters.

Especially before he made another attack amid the booing of the audience, at the cost of being slower after the adrenaline peak passed.

It's almost time to fight back.

Sherlock Holmes thought to himself, and then saw that Zhang Heng also moved. This time, facing the iron anchor's fist, Zhang Heng didn't choose to parry any more. A punch, and at this moment, a flash of panic flashed in Tie Ao's eyes. As a boxer, he certainly knew how bad his situation was right now. possible.

At the same time, his chest was also wide open, and it was not a good sign to be approached by someone at this time.

But he quickly settled down again, so what if he was close, from the previous fight between the two, the strength of the other party was very limited, and Tie Ao hugged "Get a punch first, but maybe you can take advantage of this opportunity" Grab the opponent, and then take the opportunity to end this game that should have been won a long time ago" and regained confidence.

"It's not a good habit to underestimate your opponent." Holmes said, rubbing his chin.

Then I saw that Zhang Heng's punch had already hit Tie Mao's cheek.

This punch was more painful than imagined, one of Iron Anchor's teeth was directly knocked out, and flew into the air with blood beads, but the latter still resisted the blow with his strong physique. hit, and did not fall, so the plot should not be much different from before.

Then it was his turn to fight back.

Tie Ao thought that the other hand had already clenched his fist, and as long as this punch hit Zhang Heng's head, he was confident that he would knock the oriental man to the ground.

But before he could swing his hand out, another punch hit him on the right cheek.

So fast? ! Iron Anchor was directly stunned by this punch, and his feet staggered, and the strength he had accumulated with great difficulty was also released for thousands of miles.

However, this was not the end, Zhang Heng hit his ears again with his palms, the otoliths in the semicircular canal that controlled the body's balance were stimulated, and the iron anchor immediately staggered like drunk.

Now, let alone fighting back, he even staggers when he walks, and his head is even more muddy.

Naturally, Zhang Heng would not let go of this opportunity, and finally ended the long but not dangerous battle with an uppercut.

Iron Anchor's huge body fell to the ground.

At this moment, all the cheers and shouts disappeared, and the surrounding audience seemed to be choked by someone suddenly, and the alley fell into a strange silence. Those wide-open mouths and waving handkerchiefs were all frozen in place. In mid-air, people opened their eyes, as if they still couldn't accept the sudden reversal in front of them.

I don't understand why the iron anchor, who has always had the upper hand, was knocked down so cleanly in the end.