644 629. Can You Change The Rules (5/5)

Chapter 644 629. Change the rules please (55)

Bowen was right, Oakley hooked Aguilar in the jaw and knocked him to the ground!

The white-haired referee slid forward and pushed Oakley away first. In fact, Oakley didn't follow up the attack. He punched his opponent and took a step back.

This is a gentleman's move in boxing, and it is also an expression of extreme confidence in oneself.

Boxing pays attention to combined punches and chain punches. It is often seen that someone hits the opponent and seizes the opportunity to launch consecutive attacks. As the saying goes, "I will kill you while you are sick".

Oakley stepped back, confident that he had knocked out his opponent.

One punch KO!

The referee half-kneeled in front of Aquidan to check his condition first, then waved his hands and patted the boxing ring to start counting: "1, 2, 3..."

The surrounding audience shook their fists and booed:

"Stand up, French boxer!"

"Big V, that punch you son of a bitch was awesome!"

"Two more punches, two more punches!"

Wang Bo looked at the boxing ring in astonishment: "Uh, this is the very powerful Aquidan? Professional boxer? Just this level? Are you kidding me? One round!"

"Actually, it's not called a round, it's called a punch. There are five rounds in amateur competitions, and the first round has just begun." Bowen said depressingly.

This time the competition adopts the new rules implemented by the International Amateur Boxing Association AIBA in 1997, and implements a 5-round system, with 2 minutes in each round and 1 minute rest between rounds.

If it is a professional boxing match, it is generally implemented in 10 to 12 rounds, with a 1-minute break in the middle of the round.

It is understandable to knock down the opponent in one round, but it kills the opponent with one punch——Wang Bo asked Bo Wen: "Is the opponent too good or V is too strong? I haven't seen anything yet. The game is over?"

The roaring audience was also dissatisfied. This is not a professional arena, and there is no big screen for playback. Everyone didn't know what happened, but they knew that Oakley punched forward and swung the guy down.

At the end of the countdown, Oakley raised his arms, and the professional player Aquidan, who was so awesome before, was still lying there motionless.

Wang Bo was a little worried, walked over and shouted: "What's going on?"

The old referee had experienced many battles, with a calm face: "Anxin, Mr. Mayor, this guy was knocked out."

A doctor was prepared for the competition, and the doctor immediately came on stage with a medical kit.

Bo Wen introduced to Wang Bo that in boxing matches, there are often scenes where athletes are knocked out and fall down, resulting in failure. This is when the athlete cannot stand up again for 10 seconds or more after receiving the last blow. During the game, it is called "being knocked out".

To put it another way, this guy was in shock.

Someone wanted to help Aquidan, but the doctor shook his head, indicating that he should just lie on his back quietly.

Wang Bo went up to take a look, this guy was a bit miserable, I saw him on the computer news two days ago, he was really a 'beautiful boy', now this guy is pale, his eyes are closed, his breathing is short and short, he looks very awful.

"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly, but don't organize a competition, which will end up killing people.

Brother Danding: "Don't worry, this guy is terrible for ordinary people to be stunned, but they are professional players, professional, with strong physical resistance, and they can wake up on their own."

After waiting for another twenty seconds, Akuidan's eyelids trembled a few times, but he still did not open them.

The first brother shrugged, nodded and said: "Okay, bring the stretcher over, lightly, and carry Mr. Akuidan down, he is fine."

"Are you sure?" Wang Bo asked.

Brother Yi whispered: "He's already awake, didn't you see his eyes start to roll under his eyelids? I guess this guy feels too shameful and is pretending to be unconscious."

Aquidan was carried away, and the boxers onlookers all began to swallow their saliva, and they looked at Oakley in awe.

Unlike the booing spectators, the layman watched the fun and the expert watched the doorway. They saw Oakley's toughness and judged others by themselves. The people at the punch just now thought they couldn't stop it.

That said, neither of them may be a one-round foe for Oakley.

Someone muttered: "This is an amateur competition, can you not slap your chin?"

In addition to the different rules, amateur and professional competitions wear different equipment. Amateur athletes must wear vests, shorts, soft-soled boxing shoes, and helmets. The winner is judged based on points.

Professional boxing competitions mainly rely on strong attacks or knocking down the opponent to determine the outcome. During the competition, the gloves of the professional boxers are small and thin, and the upper body and the head are not wearing a helmet for the competition.

In other words, Oakley just now played like a professional boxer, going straight to the vitals and sealing his throat with blood!

When Wang Bo heard this statement, he squinted at the speaker with disdain: "Hey, do you remember that this is an amateur boxing match? Who kept despising our match a few days ago?"

The boxers didn't answer his words as if they hadn't heard them.

A strong young man with a bald head didn't know whether to comfort himself or others, he said in a rough voice: "Don't be afraid guys, that old fellow Aquidan underestimated the enemy, he is too old, he left the peak long ago, I Can KO him!"

For top boxers, thirty-five years old is still the peak, but for ordinary boxers who don't get good maintenance, their condition will decline at this age.

There were boos all around, but not for the young man, but for Aquidan who was being carried away:

"Professional boxer? Kid, is your head made of glass? It's too fragile."

"Did you lie down before I took off my pants?"

"What happened just now? I learned Chinese recently and learned a word called 'Pengcier'. Isn't that boxer Pengcier? I just blinked. How did he get carried away?"

It was originally planned to invite 16 people to participate in the competition, but because the prize money for the first prize was too high, the number of applicants exceeded expectations. In the end, 32 people were selected for the group competition. Oakley's competition ended, and two more big guys came on stage.

The performances of these two big guys are good, they are evenly matched, and neither of them are professional boxers. When they fight, you attack and defend, and I attack and you defend.

Oakley kept shaking his head there. There were too many weaknesses. In his opinion, the moves of these two people were all flaws.

Another person shaking his head is the thin Thai Kuncha.

The boxers were all looking around and listening to all directions. Seeing Oakley shaking his head, they had nothing to say, and Kuncha also shook his head. A group of people exploded:

"Short, is your head broken?"

"Don't let me bump into you, or I will crush your little head!"

"The head is dangling very nimbly, come here and lick Lao Tzu's bird!"

Kuncha has a good temper. He didn't refute when he heard these insults, but just smiled.

After five rounds of hard work, the winner was finally decided on the stage. According to the three judges who judged according to the points, a strong white man from Christchurch won.

Charlie, who was the host, signed up for the next round of boxers: "I invite the blue team player 'Death Tomahawk' Dukun Boggs to play... and the red team player 'Speed ​​Fighter' Kuncha Bayu to play!"