In the early morning of the next day, Gao Yuan was still woken up by the singing of his neighbor's ecstasy, and this time, they sang "My Sun". Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info bel canto singers have very loud voices, and it doesn't help at all from a distance of more than ten meters, and it's still as noisy as thunder. Gao was extremely depressed, and he decided to aim at his employer's mouth and beat him today, striving for a clean day tomorrow morning.

If you sleep again, you will definitely not be able to sleep, Gao Yuan got up and washed, pushed open the wooden door, and walked into the morning light.

Wharton saw him in front of him, took the initiative to wave and shouted: "Man, don't waste your life sleeping, you have to exercise, you have to sing!" ”

Gao Yuan's face fell: "Please, it's only six o'clock now!" ”

Wharton shook his head and said, "For us, six o'clock is the break. ”

Gao Yuan was stunned and said, "What? ”

Wharton said, "You heard it right, we're all used to getting up at five o'clock to run, otherwise old Dewar would be angry......"

Gao Yuan was a little confused, why didn't anyone tell his buddies to pinch? Is it because we're not the contracted fighters here? It's too early to exercise at five o'clock! He suddenly thought that Tucker would continue training at three o'clock in the afternoon, and suddenly realized that people had to catch up on sleep at noon!

Gao Yuan started running, breakfast, and resting, and rushed to the No. 1 independent venue at about half past seven.

The camp was in full swing, with former boxing champion Tucker working on his subject process, pedaling his stationary bike, and several other sparring partners tinkling to work.

Gao Yuan said a simple hello, changed into clothes, and threw himself into training.

Fancy jump rope, move air shots, hit speed balls...... There was no one to counsel, so he could only silently repeat the past.

Heaven has mercy, and after arriving here for a long time, Gao Yuan finally saw what he wanted to see!

The legendary coach Old Dewar has started the class!

In the ring, Dewar Sr. stood in the corner, instructing Tucker to hit the target, and he was partnered with a strange mustachioed target trainer, and they played a while, stopped a while, and summed up a piece.

Tucker played well, and old Dewar didn't see praise, and when he played poorly, old Dewar scolded loudly! The former boxing champion is obedient and nods frequently, more obedient than a baby in kindergarten...... This made Gao Yuan suddenly think of Mr. Dewar's nickname, "Silver Fox" and "Animal Tamer"!

He looked at it secretly, and the envy in his eyes could not be concealed.

Awesome! The old Dewar is awesome, and the target master is even more awesome!

The white hand target man was about 30 years old, about 1.88 meters tall, he wore a crooked cap and chewed gum in his mouth. This good man comes and goes, his footwork is like electricity, and the angle and timing of the appearance of the target are amazing, specializing in Tucker's relatively weak close-quarters combination boxing! Note that he's not the kind of guy who cooperates with his employer with a single tendon, and due to his skilful slippery, many of Tucker's punches miss, and he can't hit the bullseye accurately at all!

A good target master, it is said that the monthly salary starts at 6,000, and the price is extremely expensive! Gao Yuan, Li Wangxiang, Atlas, and Lilia have all practiced hand-target attack and defense, and when they compare the two ends, they know that they are too different.

What is a profession? What do you mean by tricky? What does it mean to be world-class? The mustache has already made the most stylish example!

Gao Yuan estimates that if he can train with this buddy for two months, then his rhythm and punching accuracy will be able to improve by leaps and bounds, and he can easily improve to a higher level! A classmate instantly decided that after re-signing the contract, he must spend money to hire him, and he is willing to spend as much as he wants! He is the perfect whetstone!

If a fighter wants to earn money, he must pay something first, and the great role of a professional team is self-evident!

Ten o'clock, sparring time!

Tucker first found two sparring partners in a row to fight, and he saved Gao Yuan for the last "enjoyment".

Today's Takato performance was relatively normal, and he tried to emulate Lewis, only responding with four magic weapons: jabs, straight punches, uphooks, and cuddles, and the frequency of punches dropped to less than 60 punches per round. Tucker quite likes this type of sparring and is very comfortable to play. After three rounds, Lao Ta won 2-1 and still felt unsatisfied.

Gao Yuan rushed to Wharton's No. 4 Independent Arena.

All the houses in the camp were built in a C-shaped arc, and the various buildings were very close to each other, and he arrived in a few minutes. Gao Yuan looked at the mobile phone that was turned to silent, and made sure that it was just eleven o'clock, so he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped in.

Hall 4 is no different from Tucker's, the size, configuration, and style are basically similar.

"Bang bang bang!"

In the ring, a fierce battle is in full swing!

Wharton was a tall sparring partner in Haibian, and his fists were like rain, beating people back and forth!

The heavyweight challenger, nicknamed "The Assassin", is 1.90 meters tall, has an arm span of 1.98 meters, and weighs about 230 pounds.

Wharton didn't wear any protective gear, he pressed step by step, and his moves were as swift as a viper, and his precise right hook and left hook were concise and crisp, and the angle was very small, and he didn't live in the ribs, liver, face, and head of the sparring brothers!

The battle situation is very clear, and the difference in the level between the two is 108,000 miles, not at the same level at all.

Gao Yuan met a boxer with an altitude of 1.9 meters, and always liked to compare the boxing champion Holyfield, he silently observed for two minutes and came to the conclusion: Wharton is good enough and fierce enough, but if Old Huo can score 90 points, Wharton can only score 70! Why? Aside from the technical gap, Wharton's style is extremely similar to his self two years ago, blindly attacking and defending.

Heavy gunners tend to play simply and roughly, but they are most afraid of running into two kinds of people;

First, a technical boxer with good jab and fast footwork, you can't find the north;

Second, a killer with a strong physique, more strength than you, and a more ruthless fist!

The world's heavyweight boxing ring is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, a hundred flowers are blooming, there are all kinds of masters, and there is no shortage of the above two types of talents. Wharton's physical hardware is far from reaching the level of defying the sky, but he uses the "one tendon" straight line slashing tactic to expand the territory, and the tragedy has long been doomed.

"Hey, you're punctual! I've heard about you! Welcome! ”

It was Golota who greeted him with a smile on his face. He was genuinely welcoming, not pretentious. Because this buddy has been abused in turn for a few days, he is scarred both physically and psychologically, and he is a little inexplicable "doubting life".

Gao Yuan smiled and said, "Hello, friend." ”

Golota walked over and stood side by side with him to enjoy the fight: "How is our employer doing? ”

Gao Yuan said: "Well, he is very brave. ”

Golota said, "That's right! Look at his fierce offensive, it's really dense and terrifying! WBA world No. 9 ah......"

The two had just chatted a few words, only to hear a loud "bang"!

Wharton's uppercut hit the sparring partner's façade with precision, knocking him to the ground and smashing him into a classic four-legged look!

KO！

With just one glance, Gao Yuan knew that the sparring was over, and the buddy was even twisting his legs when he fell, obviously being beaten unconscious.

Wharton sneered, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of someone!

"Oh! It's just time buddy! Come up and unleash all your explosives and fight me! ”

Gao Yuan said: "But I still don't know Stevenson's style of play, how to imitate his style?" ”

Wharton smirked, "Leave that bastard alone, you just have to show your own style today!" ”

Gao Yuan said indifferently: "Okay, as you wish." ”

Under the surprised gaze of the Wharton team members, Gao took off his clothes and slowly walked to the ring. His expression was very calm, like a farmer walking into his watermelon patch......

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