Chapter Ninety-Three: The Enemy of Fate

Today, a thick layer of clouds floats over New York City. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

The sun was nowhere to be seen, and the entire canopy of the sky was a dull leaden color.

In New York City, Golden Boy Promotion Inc. in a dedicated boxing training gym. There were only two people at the venue at this time. In the ring, a figure is training in the airstrike.

He was topless, his muscles as hard and bulging as cast steel, glowing with a healthy sun-kissed sheen in the soft incandescent light of the gym.

I saw the figure on the boxing ring, facing the air in front of him, fierce, and Ling Li's punch came out. Sometimes the left and right sides switch to attack, sometimes the combination punches are overwhelmingly bombarded, and sometimes the spear-like jabs are frequently comboated.

His eyes were full of solemnity, fierceness, perseverance, and his face was full of murderous aura. It was as if there was an invisible shadow in front of him, engaged in a life-and-death contest with him.

With each punch, he screamed in his throat. The figure in the ring, facing the void air again, began to change his steps, pretending to dodge, and his body flashed flexibly like a butterfly.

Offstage, Robert Alcázar was staring at the stage. Looking at Valero, who was extremely committed and trained in the ring, Alcázar's mind drifted back to 2005.

At that time, Alcázar had been out of boxing for nine years. As a well-known academy coach, Alcázar has single-handedly created Hoya's glory, and under Alcázar's training, Hoya has become a pan-middleweight superstar.

When Hoya became famous, because of family and physical reasons, Alcázar resigned as a coach and began to live a leisurely retirement life at home. Alcázar thought that boxing would never cross paths with him again. And in 2005, on an ordinary afternoon, Alcázar received a phone call.

On the other end of the line was a strange young man. In a sincere tone, the young man asked himself to coach him.

So, Alcázar came to the strange Venezuela and met this young man. At the first sight of him, Alcázar decided that he would coach him.

Because, in the eyes of that young man, Alcázar saw the desire to become a strong man, as well as the unquenchable fighting spirit, and the belief that was as strong as steel.

After nine years away from boxing, Alcázar is back in the boxing camp he is familiar with. Valero made rapid progress under his guidance. From a wild boy with rough skills and only brute strength, he has become powerful. He has mastered the quick transition between attack and defence, the subtle control of distance, and the relentless attack on the opponent in all directions. And arbitrarily control your own strength, and hit the light, heavy, slow, and urgent, the punches you want.

The Alcázar is like a magical miner, tapping into the deep potential of Valero. It can be said that when Valero met the Alcázar, he was like a man walking alone in the dark, and he received a light to guide him. Just like Tyson, a teenager who was in a correctional facility at the time, met Damato, making Tyson from a juvenile delinquent to the world's greatest boxing champion.

Air strike training, for Valero, was just an appetizer for all the training of the day, Valero's warm-up exercise. When he threw a few punches into the air in front of him again, Valero stopped and prepared for the rest of the training.

Alcázar put on a target, a thick bandage around his wrists, and pads on his elbows. Walked into the ring. Next, there was the Alcazar, who instructed Valero in target training.

Valero put on black gloves, and the moment Alcázar took the stage, his eyes suddenly shone as fierce as a beast, and the muscles of his whole body tensed with excitement.

"Bang". Valero opened the door with a powerful backhand straight that landed Alcázar's target.

Although he was wearing a thick target, the force still penetrated the target sleeve, shaking Alcazar's palms with pain.

Then, Valero continued to bombard his left and right hands with heavy punches, causing Alcázar to retreat again and again. Alcazar only felt that his palms were constantly being whipped by a teacher, and the pain continued.

"Valero's strength, it's really too strong." Alcázar sighed. After a barrage of left-handed strikes, Valero switched his pace and began a barrage of quick jabs. Alcázar had to gather all his spirit, tense his nerves, keep an eye on Valero's punches, and meet them with his hand.

Gradually, Alcázar felt that his hands ached as if they no longer belonged to him. He couldn't help but wonder if he would go to the manufacturer again next time to order a special thickened version of the target.

At this point, Valero suddenly landed an uppercut, followed by a punch followed by a flat hook that slammed into Alcázar's arm.

Alcázar immediately screamed in pain to stop. Valero paused, stopping his body as he was about to continue his charge.

Looking at his arm, there was already a small bruise of blue and purple floating at this point. Alcázar shook his head with a wry smile and untied the target bandage.

Without speaking, Valero turned and walked over to the punching bag, took off his gloves, and began to hit the punching bag. With each punch, the sandbag sinks deep and makes a deafening "bang" sound.

Alcázar found some potions to apply to the bruises, took out a notebook, and began to record Valero's training.

At this point, the door of the training tube is pushed open. Hoya and Sheffield walked in.

When Alcázar saw it, he immediately greeted him. Sheffield watched Valero punch the punch as he hit the punching bag, as if it was not a sandbag in front of him, but his enemy. But Valero doesn't punch blindly, but calmly and continuously from all angles.

Sheffield's eyes showed appreciation, and he said: "Valero's training is really the most serious and dedicated person I have ever met. ”

Hoya also nodded and said to Valero: "Hey, Valero, take a break, let's talk about your next match." ”

As if he hadn't heard, Valero continued to bombard the sandbags with a cold face. Alcázar shook his head and said, "Once Valero trains, he will ignore everything, he will not stop for anything." ”

Hoya smiled a little awkwardly, while Sheffield watched from the sidelines, knowing it.

In fact, although he is Valero's boss, the relationship between "Golden Boy" Hoya and Valero is not very good, and there is still a little conflict between the two sides before this.