On September 23, the impatient Schultz team flew to Newark and met the old Dewar. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Again and again opportunities are in front of them, and again and again they are lost, and they are in a hurry to negotiate. The last time a German won the world championship was 70 years ago.

Schultz is 1.91 meters tall, has an arm span of 1.93 meters, weighs about 232 pounds, and has a professional record of 21-2 and wins by knockout opponents ten times. (The defeat to the drugged man "White Buffalo" Bosa was ruled to be inconclusive.) He was twenty-six years old, very white-skinned, full of blonde hair, and his facial features were quite deep, a proper handsome man.

Schultz sat on the sofa and said anxiously to the old Dewar: "Dear sir, I hope that the fight can be held in Stuttgart, Germany, because there are so many of my fans there, and tickets can easily sell for 25,000 tickets!" ”

In the last game against Bosa, Schultz took advantage of the opportunity to appease him deliberately because IBF was "hacked" to blackmail Bosa into playing in Germany, and as a result, he made a lot of money, and this time he wants to repeat his old tricks.

Old Dewar stomped on Erlang's legs and said, "Young man, I think you have forgotten your identity. We are the A corner, you can only follow our arrangement, and you have no right to point fingers at all. ”

Schultz endured it and kept his mouth shut.

His agent, Sabur, said carefully, "Sir, do you want to race in Las Vegas, or have a better idea?" You must know that Schultz and Gao Yuan are both 'outsiders', and their box office appeal is probably very ordinary. ”

Old Dewar said: "Hmph, do you know that Gao Yuan's last ticket was sold out in a few days? Do you know what his paid stats were for his last game? ”

Sabur questioned: "How much impact can a Chinese fighter have?" It's all Mercer's work, right? Dear Sir, I would like you to be pragmatic and say, where exactly do you want to set up the venue? Having resolved this, it is necessary for us to continue negotiations. ”

"Gao Yuan wants to play in his capital, where his foundation is equally deep. ”

Sabur said, "Oh, no, no, we will never say yes!" You have to choose Germany, we can divide it fifty-fifty! ”

Old Dewar sneered: "Today is April Fool's Day? What are you kidding......"

So, the two of them clashed with each other word by word, bringing the boxing championship back to their own country, and whoever runs it on their territory will have the initiative, of course they know this very well, and they won't talk for a long time.

Schultz felt dizzy and had no choice but to sneak out and retreat.

At noon in early October, with a sunny and pleasant climate, Schultz walked slowly along the "C" shaped path, looking around at the unique buildings of the Nanshan training camp. As he approached the restaurant, he happened to hear two black boxers passing by talking.

The first bald black man said, "Hey, man, hurry up, there's a lot of excitement in the public hall." ”

Another pigtail muttered, "What's more buzz than my meal?" ”

The bald head said: "Don't be such a friend, we have a new partner, named Norrie." He's a proud guy who's won the Philadelphia heavyweight qualifying championship, and he's just knocked out two of our brothers in a row, and he's making a big show of it! ”

The pigtail said angrily: "Hmph, don't think that when the high boxing king returns home, no one in our camp will stand up, let me teach that kid a hard lesson!" ”

The bald head smiled: "Don't worry, China Peng has already fought with him." ”

The pigtail was stunned and said, "Peng? The younger brother of the high boxing king? ”

The bald head said, "Hmm." ”

The pigtail said: "That should be enough for him, let's go cheer him up!" ”

The bald head said: "Good friend......"

Someone fighting? Schultz blinked, followed them in a ghostly manner, and slowly approached the public training camp. After all, this is someone else's territory, and it would be rude to rush in, Schultz leaned close to the window and stretched out his head to observe.

On the ring, two figures, one black and one yellow, are "crackling" and fighting, and the yellow-skinned young man with white hair must be some Chinese "Peng", and the other is needless to say, of course, it is Norrie.

Schultz looked at it for a moment, and the corners of his eyes began to twitch.

It was very amazing, both of them were not equipped with any protective gear, and they swung their fists savagely, frantically beckoning each other, as if they were as ferocious as if they were enemies of life and death! It can be said that it is extremely rare for the actual combat to be like this.

The black boxer Norrie's moves are obviously in the style of an old-fashioned boxer, his arms are lowered low, he relies on shoulder-lifting defense and shaking his upper body to defuse the opponent's offensive, his footwork is as flexible as a leopard, and the one-two combos of jabs and backhands are vicious and fierce, showing superb skills and stable mentality; China's Peng, on the other hand, keeps his chin close to his chest, holds the standard and tight, and his straight line charge is swift and neat, and his left and right hooks are whistling, and he is also a tough hand.

These two are attacking with all their might, and the other is counterattacking defensively, and their playing style is pleasing to the eye, with rabbits falling and falling, and they are as beautiful as butterflies.

Schultz has been practicing boxing for many years, so he naturally belongs to the experts, and the two of them are "profound", and it is quite a headache to take any of them out. He silently compared himself, but the result was a lot of teeth, and he couldn't determine the advantages and disadvantages.

"Ding!"

Someone shouted: "Intermission! Peng! Come on! ”

"Come on, come on!" More fighters shouted.

The short minute passed quickly, and the yellow-skinned Chinese Peng had a firm expression, and he rushed towards Norrie lightly, suddenly changing the ferocious fighting style of the arc fist to the "wraparound guerrilla" tactic of jab opening and backhand raid, which was elegant and agile. Norrie seemed uncomfortable, his arm span was a little shorter in comparison, and he could handle the attack very well, but once the distance was opened, he looked much more clumsy and began to eat long punches frequently.

China's Peng thus established an advantage and played handily.

Schultz watched three rounds in a row with relish. Halfway through the fourth round, China's Peng suddenly hit a straight right punch that staggered Norrie, and then he unleashed a wave of ferocious combos of left and right straight punches and combined hooks, swishing more than a dozen punches, and finally forcibly slashed the black Norrie to the ground!

"Yay!" "We've won!" "Long live Newark!" "Nanshan is invincible!"

Most of the spectators cheered and danced.

Schultz nodded, impressed by the Chinese Peng, and he glanced at the young face again and turned to leave. I don't know how my agent talked to old Dewar? It's important to get down to business.

Suddenly!

What seemed to be the voice of a pigtailed black buddy shouted, "Norrie! Let's go back home! Peng Ke is an excellent fighter who can fight against the high and distant boxing champion for up to a round, you are simply not good enough! Your botched performance is like a gorilla! ”

Another voice chimed in, "Hey, man, do you understand what it means to hold up a round under a lofty iron fist?" Yokel! Hee-hee! ”

"Boom!"

It was as if a thunderbolt fell from the sky, instantly blowing up Scholz dumbfounded!

What the? At his level, he can only hold on to one round? How terrifying is that? Is he still an earthling?

Joke? Yes, they must be joking, deliberately intimidating and exaggerating!

Schultz comforted himself like this, but there was still an indescribable cold shadow in his heart! He walked and walked, and he tripped over something and fell to the ground......