“Guys! I think you can't wait any longer..." A few minutes later, everything was ready, and the hoarse voice came to the center of the ring again, stirring up the atmosphere, "This is the first time since the 'Deck Boxing' was opened that a player other than a pirate group has participated, and they are going to challenge... our one and only... Viking!"

For a time, the crowd was in an uproar.

Most of the pirates obviously still supported the Viking—in this "restricted" competition, his winning streak was beyond doubt.

However, there were quite a few people who had bet on Snow; not for anything else, but because his odds were very high.

It wasn't that Brother Garlic and the others deliberately wanted to raise his odds, it was just that Snow's slightly thin figure didn't look very resistant to beating...

Although Snow's figure was pretty good compared to ordinary people, he looked like the kind of person who usually works out; but... compared to this group of muscular, burly pirates whose arms are thicker than your legs... he was still a skinny guy.

"Gentlemen, please come to the center." After attracting the audience's attention, the hoarse voice summoned the two boxers, as if to announce the start of the fight.

According to the rules, he still repeated the rules patiently, and then asked, "Do you all understand?"

Snow and the Viking also immediately gave him an affirmative answer.

After receiving the reply, the hoarse voice took a few steps back: "Okay! Then... I announce... the match between 'Snow, the most talented man in the last two thousand years of Outman Divine Fist with the most gorgeous moves', and our 'forty-six wins, zero losses, superb skills, and fearsome defending champion' - the Viking..."

He combined the appearance introduction and opening remarks, dragging a sentence for a long time...

"Now... begin!" The hoarse voice could always quit the ring just as he finished a sentence, as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

"Heh..." The moment the hoarse voice uttered the word "begin," Snow slowly raised his left fist with a smile and stretched it forward.

This action of his is considered a "goodwill" gesture in the ring.

Of course, this is not asking the opponent for mercy... this is just a polite gesture similar to the handshake between the two captains before a soccer game.

At this time, as an opponent, he should also extend a fist and gently touch the opponent's extended fist... and then enter the "duel state."

The Viking naturally knew this common sense, and he was a man of great general demeanor, so he responded without thinking.

Who would have thought...

Whoosh—

Just as the Viking slowly extended his right hand, preparing to gently touch the opponent's extended fist...

Snow suddenly took a step forward and swung his right arm, delivering a swing punch to the opponent's head.

"Holy crap!" The Viking was shocked at the time.

To put it vividly, Snow's behavior is like... when you reach out your right hand to shake hands with you, you take advantage of your relaxation and slap you with your left hand.

Even the pirates couldn't stand such a shameless thing, and the crowd burst into shouts of "Holy sh*t" and "What the f*ck."

But in any case... this does not violate the rules, so the game continues.

"Bastard..." At that critical moment, the Viking relied on his instinctive reaction to lower his head and retreat to the side, barely using his left shoulder to withstand the punch. At the same time, he was already cursing in his heart, "To actually play such a trick in front of me..."

Because that punch came too suddenly, the Viking's defensive movements and strength adjustments were not in place, which caused his left arm to feel slightly numb after taking the punch.

Fortunately, he was experienced and didn't give Snow a chance to take advantage of the situation, so he immediately raised his left arm and threw two jabs at the opponent.

These two punches were not to gain any advantage, but to "attack instead of defend" and force the opponent back.

"Tch... just as leakproof as I imagined..." On the other side, Snow was thinking, "Using quite extreme movements to minimize the damage of my sneak attack, and quickly using his arm span advantage... limiting my pursuit and gaining valuable adjustment time... can this kind of 'boxing king' level opponent really be defeated by 'tricks'..."

Indeed, even now, Snow is not very confident about this matter; but... now that he has been set up on this stage by Jue-ge, he must use all his skills to try to win this game.

In the next second, Snow raised his fists together and guarded the sides of his head, his upper body lowered as much as possible, and rushed into the Viking's arms extremely quickly.

"What is he going to do again?" The Viking didn't panic, and his stance didn't change.

Whoosh—thump.

Then, Snow's left hook bypassed the Viking's defensive hand and hit the latter's torso from the side.

With the Viking's strong muscles, it would be fine to be punched in the torso a few times...

After being punched, the Viking took the opportunity to retreat, moving clockwise around the opponent with steady steps, and sent a left straight punch to Snow.

Bang—

This punch was very powerful, but Snow had already returned to his defensive stance, firmly guarding his head with the outside of his fists.

After blocking this blow, Snow used the same trick again and lunged forward again.

Whoosh whoosh—

This time, he launched several quick short uppercut combos at close range, aiming at the Viking's chin.

"I see..." The Viking combined retreating and deflecting, and still didn't suffer any substantial damage, "So that's your plan..."

The Viking retreated and maneuvered, but Snow followed him like a shadow, always rushing into the opponent's arms in an extremely low defensive posture.

"From the beginning, he gave up the plan to fight me 'head-on', completely ignored my movements, and adopted this method of 'continuous close-range pressure'..." The Viking thought to himself, already retreated to the corner of the ring, and was tackled around the waist by Snow.

Thump thump thump—

While hugging his opponent, Snow was also seizing every second... taking the opportunity to punch the opponent's right torso violently.

"In close combat... using this kind of swing punch that has no power but cannot be defended... constantly attacking my liver..." The Viking sneered in his heart, "Hmph... I was looking forward to it for a long time, but... is this just the level of the opponent..."

"Kid..." At this moment, the Viking suddenly spoke and said to Snow, "Do you think that... after entering the 'close combat' state, you can bring the game into your third-rate rhythm?"

Snow did not respond to his words, just silently continued to punch.

"Indeed, 'Deck Boxing' has no on-site referee, and after you stick to it like this... no one will come over to separate us." The Viking said, "But you seem to have overlooked one thing..."

At this point, he stretched out his arms and grabbed Snow, and in turn hugged him.

"What?" Instantly, Snow's arms above the elbows and torso were encircled by the opponent's thick arms and body, unable to move, "This..."

"Hey! Referee!" When Feng Bujue saw that the situation was not good, he immediately looked at the hoarse voice and shouted, "What are you doing? Are you changing to classical wrestling?"

"Bear hugs have always been allowed." But the hoarse voice said very calmly, "As the Viking said... we don't have on-site referees in this boxing match; so, we have to think of a way to prevent the frequent occurrence of those 'who go forward to hug the opponent at every turn, trying to slowly grind the opponent to death with close-range attrition warfare.'"

"Tch... you should have told us this before the fight started..." Feng Bujue muttered in a low voice, but he didn't make any further appeals, because he knew that it was useless to say these things now.

"Heh..." On the other hand, Snow, who was enduring the Viking's "bear hug," naturally heard the conversation between Jue-ge and the hoarse voice. He immediately showed a wry smile and thought to himself, "I was still careless... No wonder no one used 'close combat tactics' in those two previous boxing matches. The reason why the four boxers were 'walking and fighting' from beginning to end was... no one wanted to stick to it and engage in this kind of power-fighting game with the opponent..."

As he thought about it, his body made a creaking sound, and it seemed that the bones of his two arms and the ribs in his torso were almost at their limit.

"Kid... fractures are not considered 'disabilities'. If you think that you can grit your teeth and break a few bones to make me lose... then you are thinking too much." The Viking had a great advantage in size, and "bear hug" was obviously a very energy-consuming activity, but he could still spare the effort to speak during the process, "I advise you to surrender now, you can suffer less..."

"Hehe..." Snow smiled, "Mr. Champion... you seem to have overlooked one thing..."

As soon as the words fell, an accident occurred.

Just when the surrounding audience thought that the Viking was about to win... Snow exerted his strength and broke free from the opponent's embrace a little.

"Hmm... you..." The Viking was also very surprised. The strength of this skinny guy in his arms far exceeded his expectations.

"I was just a little dazed just now because I didn't know I could use this kind of action... I didn't have enough defense, so I was a little confused." Snow was also gritting his teeth while trying to break free from the opponent's embrace, "If we really want to fight for strength... I'm not at too much of a disadvantage..."

He was right, players are definitely not at a disadvantage in terms of "physical fitness."

Although Snow, who has been following the practice to level up, is relatively poor in specialization, the character's "physical fitness" is only related to "level."

And the physical fitness of a level 40 player has already exceeded the level of ordinary humans... by a lot.

"Limiting boxing gloves" will only "limit the combat power that exceeds a certain value," but will not "proportionally weaken the wearer's combat power"; for example, if the limit value of the boxing gloves is "below ten," then... a person with combat power of fifteen will become ten when wearing it; and a person with combat power of ten will also be ten when wearing it.

There is no doubt that the original combat power of both the Viking and Snow were above the limit value of the boxing gloves, so no matter who had a higher original combat power, their strength and speed were almost the same after wearing the boxing gloves.

Their difference... is mainly reflected in height, weight, arm span, and muscle strength.

But in this current stage of "wrestling," the Viking's advantages are useless...

"Damn it..." After about ten seconds, the Viking gave up. He knew that in this duel of "grip" and "struggle," the latter would be more energy-saving, and continuing would be detrimental to him instead.

So, he suddenly unloaded his strength and retreated two steps to the side, and took the opportunity to attack Snow with two punches.

Snow's reaction was not slow either. As soon as the opponent's embrace was released, he knew that there would be a follow-up move; he also made an evasive action without stopping... reshaped his ultra-low posture, swayed his body from side to side, and once again displayed the oppressive tactics of constantly charging forward.

"Do you really think you can win with this kind of boxing?" The Viking retreated, defended, counter-pressed with punches, and maintained his distance, "If it were in a regular game, your tactics would probably be considered successful... those painless punches you hit on the outside of my torso would be used as the basis for judgment at the end of the round." He paused, and his movements were not chaotic while speaking, "But in this deck boxing match... do you think... will my stamina be exhausted first by your erosion attacks, or will I catch a flaw and knock you out first?"

Snow did not respond to the Viking's words. He continued the entanglement attack with poor visibility and no advanced skills for both sides, according to the original plan and rhythm.

"Hey! That guy named Snow! You're too shameless!"

"What man with the most gorgeous moves! I can fight better than you!"

"Fight well, you bastard, this is not a children's fight!"

"Viking! Kill him! Cheer up!"

Such a competition content is bound to cause dissatisfaction among the audience, and their reaction has already explained everything.

"He is indeed an admirable opponent..." Honghu, who was standing by the ring, also showed a rather dignified expression at this time, "Even if we adopted such tactics, he didn't rush forward at all; even if he was angry in his heart, his control over his body was still so calm..."

"In simple terms... he was not brought into our rhythm." Feng Bujue continued.

"Yes... if it were someone else, they might have given up playing that 'beautiful boxing' long ago, and instead adopted the same tactics as us, and counter-attacked Snow's liver in the entanglement." Honghu continued.

"This is normal..." Feng Bujue said, "The strong should be like this... if he abandons what he is best at and degrades himself to entangle with the weak... the risk of losing will increase instead." He paused slightly, "Of course, these... are also within my calculations." His gaze shifted to the Viking's face, and then he smiled, "Please fight to the end in a fair and square manner... and lose the game upright..."