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

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The end is in the jawline!

Each punch contained explosive power, and the speed was so fast that it left only a blur!

That was a technique honed through millions of trials, incorporating the ruthlessness of street fighting. The assassin was beaten so badly that he was completely helpless, swaying like a broken sandbag. Finally, Franky delivered a perfect right uppercut, a punch that gathered all his strength, from bottom to top, and struck him hard in the chin!

The assassin's feet left the ground, and he flew backward, crashing heavily onto a table. He lay amidst the broken wood and shards of glass, completely unconscious.

Franky was panting heavily, his knuckles a bloody mess.

He raised his head, his cold gaze sweeping across the battlefield.

His men had already taken care of one of Manfred's bodyguards and were pointing a gun at Manfred as he tried to escape through the back door.

Another bodyguard lay dead in a pool of blood.

People outside rushed in and took control of the situation.

The raucous roar of the Chicago typewriter shattered all resistance, the clattering sound echoing far and wide.

Franky walked up to the subdued Manfred, picked up the cold pocket watch from the ground, stuffed it into the breast pocket of the general's suit, and gently patted his stiff cheek.

"Your gift, General."

Franky's voice was hoarse from his outburst, but it was even more terrifying. "And your sales channels, I'll take them."

He turned and ordered his subordinates: "Clean them up, take them away, and get all the information we need. Their connections in New York, their networks, everything."

Stepping out of the "Iron Fist" bar, the night air was chilly.

The wound on his hand stung, but Franky felt unusually calm, even a little disgusted.

The crisis has been temporarily averted, but the gains have far exceeded expectations.

He not only resolved a potential threat, but also asserted his sovereignty in the most direct and barbaric way.

When the giant beast on the east coast stretched out its tentacles, he did not hesitate to cut them off and prepared to devour its nutrients.

The night in Tulsa remained dark, but Franky's path, tinged with bloodshed, grew ever more repulsive to gangster life—he too longed for the sunny life his brothers led.

He clenched his injured fist, knowing that in this world, in the end, it is always power that speaks.

And his iron fists had just proven that they were still hard enough—this was the only thing Victor valued; otherwise, with Siri ahead of him, he wouldn't even be considered the second Siri.

An alarm sounded in the distance, and the police arrived quickly.

Franky grabbed a Chicago typewriter—these things are simple and easy to use, and aside from being unreliable, they have all the advantages, which is why they always stick with them—and began to suppress the police cars with firepower, smashing Tulsa Police Department vehicles from a hundred meters away.

"Some of us are heading north. A police helicopter will be there in seven minutes. We have to run immediately!"

Chapter 123 The Silent Boxer

Sweat dripped down Viktor's chin, splashing into a dark flower on the training mat.

He was panting heavily, his hands on his knees, his chest burning as if on fire.

"Take a two-minute break."

Old Jack's voice was calm and even, and the timer in his hand made a crisp clicking sound.

Viktor straightened up and looked toward the corner of the training hall.

There's a Motorola there.

It's been three weeks, and Max has vanished into thin air. His phone is unreachable, his apartment is empty, and there's been no word from the University of Tennessee.

Don't get distracted.

Ethan wiped Victor's back with a towel. "Smith won't give you a chance to lose focus."

James Smith.

Viktor immediately recalled the man's match video in his mind.

Smith wasn't the most technically skilled boxer, but his stamina and powerful punches were terrifying, earning him the nickname "The Bone Crusher." Height: 6 feet 4 inches (approximately 193 cm), Weight: approximately 230 pounds (approximately 104 kg), Width: 84 inches (approximately 213 cm), Record: 24 wins, 7 losses, 1 draw (22 KOs).

Former WBA world heavyweight champion.

"He's like an orca in the ocean waves, constantly waiting for his chance, until he strikes a fatal blow!"

Frankie said in his analysis the previous night, "But he's not good at dealing with change—changes in rhythm, changes in angle."

James Smith is a typical heavy hitter or one-hit-killer boxer. His style is a power-pressure style, and the core strategy is to utilize his incredible punching power.

His right-handed punch (especially the uppercut) is his signature weapon, possessing the devastating ability to end a match in one blow—hence his nickname "The Bone Crusher."

Because of his outstanding physical qualities, including excellent height and wingspan, he was considered a big man among heavyweights in the early 80s, which allowed him to effectively control the distance.

However, he is not a boxer known for speed and agility. His movement is relatively slow, his combinations are not very fluid, and he looks for opportunities to deliver single, powerful blows.

At this moment, Viktor is undergoing targeted training for this purpose.

Old Jack devised a special defensive strategy focused on neutralizing Smith's continuous attacks;

Michael adjusted his diet and fitness plan;

Ethan, the brother who is still learning, is responsible for keeping Victor's mental state stable—although Max's disappearance makes this task exceptionally difficult.

"time up."

Old Jack shouted, "Move and train! Remember, there are ways to tough it out. Use your strong points to defend. Improve your previous methods. Don't use your head and chin. Guide the attack."

Victor nodded and put his mouthguard back on.

The sparring partner opposite him was a full 160 pounds lighter than Victor and was mimicking Smith's aggressive style of play.

The moment the bell rang, the enormous figure loomed over them.

Left hook, right straight, left hook, and then right straight again.

A storm of attacks.

Following old Jack's instructions, Victor no longer went head-to-head like he did against Fury. Instead, he used his forearm to block and combined it with his footwork to deflect and guide his opponent's force.

"Don't back down! Dodge! Go around it!"

Old Jack yelled from the sidelines, "Imagine a lot of people are hitting you, be careful!"

Viktor recalled Frankie's analysis in his mind: "Everyone's power has a source, from the feet to the waist and then to the shoulders. Break that chain, and you break their power."

When the sparring partner threw another heavy punch, Victor did not block it, but instead slightly turned his body and gently deflected it with his right hand.

The sparring partner lost his balance and stumbled forward.

This is the moment!

Victor landed a short uppercut to his opponent's abdomen, then quickly moved to the side.

Frankie shouted, "Like this!"

But Victor's thoughts drifted back to Max.

During their last conversation—which was in April—Max's voice sounded unusually low: "Victor, have a safe trip."

At that time, Victor was focused on preparing for the match against Fury and didn't think much about it.

Looking back now, Max's tone was filled with nothing but sadness and regret.

You're distracted again!

Old Jack's stern voice pulled him back to reality: "In the ring, a moment's distraction means a sleep count!"

For the next two hours, Viktor went through various targeted training sessions:

Speedball improves hand-eye coordination, heavy sandbags train hitting endurance, and jump rope enhances footwork agility.

Each training session was specifically designed to target Smith's weaknesses.

The most arduous training is the "deep water zone" training – the last ten minutes of continuous punches, simulating the physical state in the final stage of a match.

When Frankie finally called a halt, Victor collapsed onto the floor, feeling his heart pounding wildly as if it would burst out of his chest.

“That’s where Smith’s stamina lies,”

Frankie said, "He can maintain the same output in the tenth round as he did in the first round. You have to be more durable than him."

In the evening, after training, Victor tried calling Max again.

But to no avail.

He asked several acquaintances at the University of Tennessee to contact him, but no one knew where Max was—the University of Tennessee had no record of him.

A sense of unease spread through Viktor's heart.

"She'll be alright."

Ethan handed him a protein shake. "She's not a noble eagle, she's a sparrow, she'll survive even the harshest winter."

Victor didn't say much.

That night, Victor dreamed that he was standing in the ring opposite James Smith, but the referee was Max Black.

Max opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.

Smith's heavy punches landed on his body again and again, while Max just watched expressionlessly.

Viktor woke up with a start, covered in a cold sweat.

Unable to sleep any longer, he got up and started studying Smith's game videos.

On the screen, Smith once again knocked down his opponent with his signature body strike followed by a right uppercut.

Viktor replayed this scene repeatedly and suddenly noticed a detail:

Before each use of this combination, Smith's left foot would be turned outwards slightly more, almost imperceptibly, but it was definitely there.

Ethan noticed this detail, recorded it in his densely packed notebooks, devised a countermeasure, and told Viktor the next day, causing Viktor's night of research to fail.

Viktor felt a pang of disappointment.

After his fight with Tyson Fury, although Victor proved he could withstand heavy blows and fight back, Frankie and Ethan's tactics were the key to that match.

The next morning, Victor arrived at the training facility early, only to find that Old Jack and Frankie were already waiting for him, their faces grave.

"I need to make arrangements for the next event, so I'm giving you my notes."

Victor took the notebook and quickly flipped through it. It was filled with dense data analysis, charts, and detailed breakdowns of Smith's every game.