The American TV series "Four-Round Boxing Champion Starts with Shameless"

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Viktor thought to himself that he should continue on the defensive and carefully observe his opponent's habits.

Golota gave him no chance to breathe, unleashing a barrage of punches.

A left jab feint, followed closely by a right heavy punch;

The uppercut feints at the abdomen, but is actually aimed at the head.

Most of the attacks were blocked or dodged by Victor, but some heavy punches still landed on his arm guards and body, making dull thuds.

“Victor seems to be testing his opponent,”

The commentator analyzed through the microphone, "This is not his usual style; he usually takes a more aggressive approach. It seems that Golota's fierce start made him choose to respond cautiously."

The stands erupted in cheers, with many people standing up to applaud the intense back-and-forth battle.

Sitting in the front row, Donald Trump turned to Ivana beside him and said, "See? I told you this Polish kid wouldn't be easy to deal with. Viktor's met his match this time."

Halfway through the first round, Viktor had figured out Golota's attack pattern:

A left hook feint followed by a right heavy punch, or a series of straight punches followed by a body strike.

Golota's attacks were fierce, but they had a clear rhythm and habitual feints.

Just then, Golota's overly forceful right punch missed its mark, and his body briefly lost its balance due to inertia.

This opening was fleeting, but it was enough for a champion-level boxer.

Viktor seized the opportunity instantly, using his waist to generate power and stepping forward, delivering a straight punch that struck his opponent's face with precision, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole!

The sound of the boxing gloves striking the facial bones was chilling.

Golotta's nose started bleeding profusely, and he fell backward to the ground, eliciting a deafening gasp from the audience.

The referee immediately stepped forward to count, but surprisingly, Golota stood up before the count reached five.

He took two steps back, shook his head, and the contempt in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a more ferocious glint.

Blood stained his face and chest, but he seemed unconcerned, simply changing tactics and cautiously circling around, looking for an opportunity.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the first round, and the two returned to their respective corners.

"Very good! You've found his weakness."

As Old Jack removed Viktor's mouthguard and applied an ice pack to his neck, he said urgently, "His defense has flaws; he relies too much on dodging rather than blocking. Keep applying pressure, but be careful with your stamina. This guy is more tenacious than we expected."

Viktor nodded, his gaze never leaving the corner opposite him.

He saw Golota's coach anxiously trying to stop the Polish player's bleeding and inserting a new mouthguard.

On the other side, Golota's coach was growling in a low voice: "Don't underestimate him! He's the defending champion! Stick to the plan, wear him down! Your punches are stronger than his, but your defense is too lax!"

Golota spat out a mouthful of blood and sneered, "That was just luck. I'll take him down in the next round."

At the start of the second round, Golota indeed changed his strategy, using jabs to control the distance and no longer attacking rashly.

His wingspan is two inches longer than Victor's, which allows him to probe from a relatively safe distance.

Viktor pressed on relentlessly, applying constant pressure.

He moved nimbly, his head bobbing rhythmically, causing Golota's jabs to miss repeatedly.

Suddenly, he found an opening and delivered a right straight punch that pierced through Golota’s defense, hitting his already injured nose again.

Golota squinted in pain as blood gushed out again, but he still fought back tenaciously, landing a left hook on Victor's ribs.

Even with his 400-pound weight and strong abs, Viktor felt a sharp pain—the Pole's fist was indeed heavy, as powerful as a hammer, but it didn't do much damage.

The two entered the inner circle and grappled, with elbow strikes, headbutts, and constant dirty tricks—a common gray area in heavyweight boxing matches.

Golotta deliberately bumped his forehead into Victor's eyebrow and was warned by the referee.

Viktor then seized the opportunity to land several short uppercuts on his opponent's liver area.

The referee quickly stepped forward to separate the two, giving them a stern look as a warning.

Victor began to intensify his offensive.

He was no longer satisfied with a points lead and wanted to end the match early.

A vicious right hook struck Golota in the liver, and the Pole's face turned pale. He took two steps back, and his breathing became noticeably rapid.

"He's injured! Keep attacking that spot!"

Ethan shouted from the corner, his voice drowning out the clamor of the audience.

Viktor pressed his advantage, unleashing a barrage of punches at Golota.

A left hook to the head, followed by a right straight to the head, and then another left hook aimed at the liver area.

But the Polish players showed amazing resilience, holding on tightly to Viktor and buying him time to recover.

After the referee separated the two, Golota suddenly delivered a hook punch to Viktor's lower abdomen, hitting his testicles, and Viktor instantly felt all his strength drain away.

Golotta then delivered a blunder with his head, striking Victor in the brow bone and drawing blood down his cheek.

"It was intentional! It was intentional!"

Frankie roared in the corner, almost jumping into the boxing ring.

The referee immediately stopped the game and deducted one point from Golota, but this was irrelevant to Victor—the blood in his eyes affecting his vision was a minor matter, but the pain in his groin was severe.

After the medical examination, the referee sternly warned both parties that any further violations would result in immediate disqualification.

Near the end of the second round, the situation seemed to have changed.

Viktor missed several attacks due to lower abdominal pain, while Golota seized the opportunity to counterattack, landing several heavy punches squarely on Viktor.

From the stands, Trump turned to Ivana and said, "Victor is in bad shape. If his injury seriously affects his vision, the referee may stop the match."

But Ivana was clearly not worried about that.

Just then, Golota delivered a heavy right straight punch that pierced through Viktor's defense and struck him directly in the chin!

Viktor swayed, but didn't fall—his amazing resilience saved him once again.

The ringing bell saved Victor, and the second round ended.

"Looks like your Chinese kung fu isn't working!"

Golota mocked before returning to the corner.

Victor grinned, already mentally condemning him—he told Ethan, "Have someone follow his medical team and get the hospital to take care of him!"

"The wound on his eyebrow bone was very deep. The referee said that if it had been any more serious, he would have had to stop the match."

Old Jack looked at Victor seriously, while Michael was urgently treating his wounds. "We must end this fight as soon as possible."

Viktor nodded, his eyes chillingly calm.

Meanwhile, Golota's coach was excitedly instructing: "Keep attacking his wounds! His vision is impaired, this is our chance! Don't give him a chance to catch his breath!"

The bell rang at the start of the third round, and Victor unexpectedly took the initiative to attack, seemingly unaffected by his injuries.

He landed several heavy punches on Golota's defensive arm, causing his opponent to stagger backward.

Golotta played cautiously on the defensive, looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Suddenly, Viktor created an opening by deliberately lowering his right hand to defend.

Golota fell for it and threw a left hook straight at Victor's exposed chin!

At this critical moment, Victor dodged the fatal blow with a sidestep, and at the same time, a right uppercut came hurtling up from below.

This punch brought together the power of the entire body—starting from the soles of the feet, transmitting through the twist of the waist to the shoulders, and finally exploding at the tip of the fist.

A full twelve hundred pounds of force struck Golota squarely in the chin!

The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible, even to the audience in the front row.

Golota's eyes went unfocused for a moment, but surprisingly, he didn't fall down immediately. Instead, he instinctively grabbed Victor and managed to stay upright.

"Referee! Separate them!"

Golotta's coach shouted from the corner.

But there is no referee yet.

Viktor felt that familiar sensation return; he used his waist to sway from side to side and broke free.

Golota staggered backward, his eyes unfocused, but he remained standing, sustained purely by willpower and instinct.

Victor landed another precise straight punch on Golota's already fractured jaw.

The Polish giant finally collapsed to the ground like a felled tree, his eyes wide open, but he had completely lost consciousness.

The entire stadium fell silent, then erupted in deafening cheers.

The referee immediately started counting down, but everyone knew the game was already over.

Medical staff quickly went up to check on Golota's condition.

"...Nine, ten! The match is over!"

The referee raised Victor's arm, announcing, "The winner remains the WBA Heavyweight Champion—Victor Lee!"

Instead of celebrating, Victor immediately went to Golota's side and watched the medical staff handle the situation with "concern".

Golotta remained unconscious until he was helped onto a stretcher, at which point Victor finally raised his hands in response to the cheers of the audience.

The stadium erupted in deafening cheers before Victor raised his gold belt to acknowledge the crowd.

Trump turned to Ivana and said, "See? That's why I invest in boxing—it's always dramatic!"

At the post-match press conference, Viktor had 12 stitches in his eyebrow and no problems with his lower abdomen, but he still attended on time—Golota was sent to the hospital. Why should the loser attend a post-match press conference?

The reporters bombarded him with questions, mostly about the illegal headbutt and the eventual counterattack.

"Mr. Li, did Golota's foul affect your performance?"

Victor smiled slightly. "Anything can happen in the boxing ring. The important thing is that I am still the champion."

Just then, Frankie, accompanied by another promoter, stepped onto the stage and excitedly announced: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to announce that Victor Lee's next title defense has been confirmed! One month from now, on March 17th, right here, he will face Riddick Bowe's challenge!"

The scene immediately erupted in excitement.

Riddick Bowe is another heavyweight boxing superstar, and this matchup will be one of the most anticipated fights in the boxing world this year.

Viktor obligingly shook hands with Bao's promoter for the reporters to take photos, a professional smile on his face, but his eyes were as cold as ice: "I'll only give him time to pay back his debts if Golota brings his wife up!"