Global Film Emperor

Chapter 180 "The Boxing King" (I've persevered until now, but it's still not finished)
Wang Zewen didn't know what to say. All he knew was that his dream of returning to the boxing ring had been shattered once again. Coach Song's angry rebuke, pointing his finger at him, had left him in a daze all morning.

He was cleaning up the trash in the boxing gym. Occasionally, some boxers would pass by and not laugh at him, but just give him strange looks. They didn't know why Wang Zewen was so persistent. If it were them, they would probably have already found another way out. Why was he shamelessly staying in the boxing gym?
After collecting all the trash, he returned to the training room. By this time, the boxers had already started their lunch break. He wrapped his hands in bandages, put on his boxing gloves, and began hitting the drop shot.

His persistence was aimless; he simply didn't want to die so young, at the age of twenty-six, and then spend the next few decades rotting away.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Every kick to the punching bag produced a loud thud. The resentment that had been building up in his heart for six years could only be vented by hitting the punching bag. But after each venting, he would fall into emptiness. The loneliness of a boxer would eventually shine when he stepped into the ring. And what about him?
His loneliness was like a file, slowly smoothing away his edges, his pride, his confidence, and all his beliefs, leaving only an empty shell. Perhaps, he is dead now.

He glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that he had twenty minutes left. Without wiping away his sweat, he quickly ran to the cafeteria and picked up the last bowl of noodles that the cafeteria lady had left for him.

He took some vinegar from the cafeteria and poured it into his noodles, but accidentally poured in half a bottle. He stirred it a couple of times with his chopsticks, poured out the excess broth, returned to his seat, picked up a mouthful with his chopsticks, and immediately felt the vinegar hit him, making him frown.

"Boom."

The door was pushed open, and he glanced in the direction of the sound. It was his second uncle, an elder who had been very strict with him since childhood. He didn't greet him, but simply picked up another noodle and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Come back with me."

"What are you going back for?"

"Whether you sell fish with me or work for someone else, you'll be better off doing whatever you do than you are now."

"Forget it, I'm not used to it."

Looking at the big screen, Lu Bo didn't know what to say. The two had a simple conversation, but their skills were not to be underestimated. Guan Yong, a veteran actor who had won the Best Actor award three times, was naturally a formidable actor, but what about Lu Ze? At least in Lu Bo's eyes, Lu Ze's acting skills could not possibly surpass Guan Yong's, but he was not inferior either!

He can say with certainty that Lu Ze's acting skills have improved, no, it should be said that they have soared! Lu Ze's acting skills in "Mr. Tree" were also praised, but there were no veteran actors in that film, so it's hard to make a clear comparison.

To be honest, winning the Best Actor award is directly related to the lackluster performance of last year's Golden Rooster Awards. In Lu Bo's impression, Lu Ze deserves to be called a Best Actor, but he should be in the middle to lower ranks among the many Best Actor winners.

He understood, after all, Lu Ze was only twenty-six years old at the time, with a long future ahead and huge room for improvement. But what the hell was he doing now? Was he some kind of rocket? Rushing to the top? Going head-to-head with a national first-class actor, a three-time Best Actor winner, and a veteran actor with fifty years of experience? And only slightly less impressive?

In a normal scene, you might not notice anything, but this scene is incredibly intense. Lu Ze's demeanor, expressions, eyes, movements, even the slightest tremor, are all perfectly executed. It's just that the actor playing Guan Yong has a stronger presence, which is why he overshadows Lu Ze.

"That's a monster, damn it!"

The audience attendance was good, almost full, with only a few single seats empty. Lu Bo had a knowledgeable person next to him who swore during the performance. Lu Bo understood the swearing very well; if he weren't an artsy type, he definitely wouldn't have been able to control himself.

Having discussed Lu Ze's soaring acting skills, let's return to the main topic of the film itself. To Lu Bo's surprise, he originally thought the core of the film was still the cliché story of a defeated and down-on-his-luck boxing champion who, with the encouragement of his girlfriend, daughter, and mother, returns to the pinnacle of his life.

Is this kind of story inspiring? Of course, with a big production value, the work is very sincere, and it's not difficult to get a score of 7 out of 10. A score of 7.1 or 7.2 should be quite easy.

But to his surprise, the core of this movie was actually quite complex. First of all, there's the dream, which is definitely there, and then there's the down-on-his-luck boxer.

However, it transcends most works of the same theme. At the beginning of the movie, Lu Bo thought that Wang Zewen was a hero who did something right, or that he was forced into something, such as fighting a fake fight or being framed.

This approach would certainly create a dignified protagonist, and the audience would feel pity for his current downfall. But what about Wang Zewen? He was young and impetuous, got into a fight, was banned for three years, and made the boxing gym pay a large sum in compensation. Would the audience like such a person? They certainly wouldn't like him at first, and it would be a change of heart later on.

But what makes it so excellent? It creates a real person, rather than a perfect, unlucky young man. Compared to the two, Wang Zewen's realism is off the charts.

However, the script is quite moderate in its portrayal of the characters. People are quite understanding of young people fighting, after all, everyone has a youthful phase, and how many people haven't been in a fight?
It's not that the public is very forgiving of heinous crimes like murder and arson, but the following plot involves another core issue, which is quite significant: society's attitude towards people with such bad records.

The simplest example is a criminal being released from prison and finding a new job. Wang Zewen's problem itself wasn't serious enough to warrant jail time, but the boxing gym is actually a microcosm of society. To put it bluntly, Wang Zewen is "jailed" in the boxing gym now. This is a rather big and metaphorical concept. After Lu Bo saw through it, he genuinely felt that the script was a bit far-fetched.

As a result, the film brought up another issue: the problem of adaptation. This core issue reminded Lu Bo of Red in "The Shawshank Redemption." The reason why Wang Zewen is unwilling to leave the boxing gym is actually the same reason why Red was unwilling to leave prison.

Next come the two most basic themes: family and love. There's not much to say about these, but they are the fundamental factors that increase the tension in the plot. How should one choose between dreams and family? And how can one obtain the material things to satisfy love?
Lu Bo was impressed by Xing Qiuya's portrayal. Unlike other female protagonists who are either naive and sweet or provide endless support to the male lead from the start, Xing Qiuya is a refreshing character.

Xing Qiuyue can't even solve her own problems. She is cowardly, introverted, and chooses to submit to life. She has a very low level of social awareness. However, her ability to work as a waitress in a busy small restaurant with a clear mind shows that she is capable. It is also clear that she likes Wang Zewen, a poor man. Does this prove that she still has the possibility of breaking through her current predicament?
In addition, the mute old lady who was kicked out by her daughter-in-law, but who greeted Wang Zewen when she saw him sitting at the door, and the enthusiastic neighbors, does this mean that Wang Zewen might still be embraced by the larger society after leaving the "small society"?
To date, the film has not strayed from its inspirational theme, but it has become far more complex, encompassing everything from personal emotions to major social issues.

Family love + romantic love + social discrimination + social inclusion + social adaptability + breaking free from social constraints = inspirational movie?

Isn't this utterly ridiculous?!
For a moment, Lu Bo was a little scratched his head. This movie was full of interconnected plots, all related to the main theme. Every shot was quite relevant to the core message. Sure enough, director Liu Ying had come prepared. Even when making a commercial film, he played with so many twists and turns. It really didn't deviate from Lu Bo's understanding of Liu Ying's works.

They're all sluts and sluts.

Let's talk about the use of camera angles and why an action movie can cost so much money... well, let's not get into that, watching the movie is the most important thing.

Lu Bo grabbed a handful of popcorn, picked up his Coke cup and shook it, only to find that the Coke was already gone. Disappointed, he put the paper cup aside, and the movie continued.
Sitting in a van, Wang Zewen held his schoolbag in silence. He habitually rubbed the calluses on his palms to ease his fear of his mother's illness.

Neither of them spoke, but the second uncle's cigarette never stopped. He used to never smoke in front of Awen because he was afraid of affecting a boxer's physical condition, but now he was no longer a boxer.

"Get out of the car."

The car was parked in the hospital's parking space. Seeing that Awen was still in a daze, his second uncle reminded him, and Wang Zewen suddenly realized what was happening, opened the car door and got out.

Radiology Department.
As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Wang Zewen suddenly felt an urge to escape. He was terrified. He used to be fearless even if he got a beating in the boxing ring, but now he was scared to death. He felt guilty and had a sharp, stabbing pain in his heart.

His mother, who is 47 years old this year, lost her husband at the age of 25 and never remarried. She raised him alone and looks older than 57.

She was sitting on an empty corridor bench, wearing a maroon knitted hat, clutching her medical record and a health insurance card, dozing off with her eyes closed.

"Let's go."

His second uncle reminded him, and Wang Zewen, with his back to his second uncle, lowered his head, raised his left hand and gently rubbed the corner of his eye, his shoulders trembling slightly as he faced away from his second uncle.

"Wait...wait a minute, I'll be right back."

He looked up, trying to hold back his tears, but after about five minutes, he managed to control his emotions and followed his second uncle into the corridor. As if hearing footsteps, his mother opened her eyes, somewhat surprised.

"Awen, what brings you here?"

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming to the hospital? I would have come with you."

He sat down beside his mother and gently covered her hand with his. His tone was somewhat reproachful, but it was full of love. Both of their hands were rough, but she was a woman.

Uncle Er suddenly interrupted, telling his sister-in-law some good news: "Sister-in-law, Awen doesn't box anymore. He just resigned from the boxing gym."

"Really?"

"That's right, look, I brought all my luggage back, all these things like boxing gloves and protective gear, here they are."

The mother was overjoyed. Her son was finally back on track and stopped doing meaningless things. She was glad that he could support himself from now on. She felt she had done right by her husband.

But she also knew that Awen loved boxing, and she didn't know what her second uncle had said to his son, so she asked Wang Zewen worriedly.

"Then why did you stop fighting?"

"There's a big competition a year from now, and I want to play, but Coach Song won't let me, so I won't play. I can't see any hope, so I won't play."

He had maintained this lifestyle for twelve years; could he really let go so quickly? No one could do that. Although he was concerned about his mother's test results, even though he forced himself to restrain himself, he couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment. No one knows a son better than his mother; how could she not have noticed?
“That Coach Song is the worst kind of person. Before, we always gave him gifts during holidays. Now he’s acting like he doesn’t care about family and friends and is all selfless. It’s okay, Wen. We’ll just focus on our own careers and make him furious.”

Although his mother's words were somewhat naive, they did comfort his wounded heart, allowing him to break free from his old habits and embrace a new life.

But Wang Zewen could also sense his mother's fear. She was an ordinary woman, only in her forties, and she was afraid of getting this disease, not only of dying, but also of being a burden on her children.

This was the moment that Wang Zewen found most unbearable. His mother could comfort his wounded heart, but how could he comfort his mother?
Time passed slowly, and at three o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Zewen picked up the photo. He understood what was written on it, but his mother came over and took a look. She couldn't understand it and asked Wang Zewen if he understood it. He shook his head.

The three returned to the outpatient clinic, took a number, and the second uncle and mother went into the room first, followed by Wang Zewen. He waved to the doctor on duty. His mother and second uncle had their backs to Awen, so they didn't see him, but the doctor had already seen it.

"You have a benign tumor, but you still need surgery. The sooner the better. It'll probably be quite troublesome, requiring several surgeries, but it's nothing serious, don't worry."

The doctor's words greatly comforted the mother, putting her mind at ease. However, she soon began to worry, her left hand gripping the edge of the computer desk, her body leaning slightly forward.

"Doctor, how much will this surgery cost?"

Do you have health insurance?

"Yes, I have."

"If you have medical insurance, we'll reimburse you in full. What are you worried about? Let's schedule the surgery first and get it done as soon as possible."

The three of them left the consultation room with smiles on their faces. Wang Zewen glanced back at the doctor's name tag, bowed to him, and the doctor waved his hand before Wang Zewen nodded and left.

Back home, his mother said she wanted to cook, and Wang Zewen didn't stop her. She was relieved and let him cook whatever he wanted, while he sat in the living room chatting with his second uncle.

"Awen, it's time to settle down. Have you decided what kind of job you want to look for?"

"not yet."

"Then you can sell seafood with me for two days first. Once you find a suitable job, you can leave."

"also."

"Well, that's a must. Getting up at 2:30 in the morning is tough. Then wait for me at the dock. I'll take you to pick up the goods. You'll have to ride a bicycle there. I have to leave early so I can't pick you up. Do you know the place?"

"do not know"

"You don't even know this? Alright, since we haven't eaten yet, I'll take you there, sister-in-law! I'll take Awen to familiarize himself with the way. You cook first, I'll be right back."

The mother poked her head out of the narrow kitchen and told Awen to remember the way so he wouldn't get lost the next morning. After the two closed the door and left, the cleaver that was chopping vegetables paused for a moment.

"Ugh"

She sighed, wiped her eyes, and sniffed. The sound of a cleaver hitting a cutting board echoed through the room once more.

The sun had already set, leaving only a faint glimmer of light before darkness had completely fallen. The streetlights came on, their glow initially dim and yellowish. The two got into the van and drove towards the dock.

The streetlights shone into the car. Awen leaned against the car window, staring blankly out the window. He felt as if his soul had floated out of his body. He didn't exist, so he couldn't hear or see anything.

"What's wrong with you? I'm asking you what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, his second uncle glanced at him, punched him lightly, and asked again.

"gallbladder."

Wang Zewen's lips trembled a few times. He held a piece of toilet paper in his hand, folded it gently a few times, and then clenched it tightly in his hand. Finally, he lowered his head and buried it between his arms.

The two remained silent. Uncle's beat-up little van hummed loudly, offering no noise reduction whatsoever, but aside from the noise, there were no other sounds. A lighter clicked, Uncle rolled down the window, flicked some ash out, placed his left hand on the window, and, with one hand on the steering wheel, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke that was quickly inhaled by the outside airflow. He gave a wry smile.

"So, we'll keep it from her for now? Actually, your mother knows, she definitely knows. Although she's not highly educated, she's not so illiterate that she can't even read. She may not understand what the doctor is saying, but she should know what's going on with her. She's your mother, you should know best."

"sorry"

"What.?"

Uncle was astonished as if he had heard a fairy tale. He glanced at him, parked the car by the roadside. They had arrived at the beach. Today was high tide, and when the waves were big, they could see the roadside.

After pulling the handbrake, Second Uncle leaned against the car door and turned to look at Awen.

“Awen, look at me. It’s too late. What’s the use of saying sorry now? Do you know you were wrong now? You can say sorry now? This is the funniest thing I’ve heard all year. Why did you have to wait until now! It’s because your mother spoiled you too much! That’s why you’ve become a 1.85-meter-tall idiot! You’re not as sensible as a three-year-old. Dreams? Where are they? Ever since the day you started fighting outside, have you ever been qualified to talk about dreams?”

"If you don't focus on your dreams, you'll forget about reality. Look at your current situation; that's reality. Your dream now should be to change your current situation."

He finished his last puff of cigarette, threw it out the window, started the car, and drove towards the dock.

In the following days, Wang Zewen began to learn how to sell fish. He worked from dawn till dusk every day to stock up on goods. After closing up shop in the afternoon, he went on to work as a food delivery rider, working himself to the bone to earn money every day.

When it came time for his mother's surgery, the medical insurance required the surgery to be performed first and then reimbursed. His family couldn't afford it, so his second uncle helped pay for the surgery. However, judging from the scratches on his neck, his second uncle wasn't having an easy time either.

Before the surgery, the mother seemed very scared. She held Awen's hand and said a lot. Wang Zewen stayed by her side the whole time, sitting quietly by her bedside and listening to her tell stories about Wang Zewen's childhood.

When she talked about something funny, she laughed brightly. Wang Zewen reached out and stroked her long hair, waiting for the time to come. At ten o'clock in the morning, he sent his mother into the operating room and sat outside the operating room for a full eleven hours.

The first surgery went well. Although his mother's complexion was a bit sallow, she had regained some strength. This time, he was smarter and gave the anesthesiologist a red envelope as soon as he got his salary.

At the same time, he gave up his job selling seafood at his second uncle's place and went to work as a mover at a moving company, because the moving company paid wages daily and the pay wasn't bad.

He desperately needs money right now. Even though medical insurance can reimburse the surgery fees, the expenses for various nutritional supplements and daily necessities are still considerable, even driving him to the brink of despair and prompting him to consider taking the wrong path.

After the second surgery, the mother's condition deteriorated rapidly. She could no longer eat anything and had to rely on intravenous nutrition to maintain her body's needs.

On the twelfth day after the second surgery, Wang Zewen woke up next to his mother and found her confused.

"Mom, it's getting cold, cover yourself with more blankets."

"Don't touch me. I'm hot."

"Okay, okay, no need to cover it."

She's like a little child now, throwing a tantrum at the slightest provocation. What's worse, she can't walk anymore and has no strength to stand up. She even needs help to sit up.

Twenty-seven days later, the IV fluids could no longer be administered, and she began to refuse medication. She could only moan in bed every day, but Wang Zewen knew that she was now conscious.

Her hair was completely white, and she had become emaciated in just two and a half months. Her hands and feet were swollen, and her eyes were wide open, staring at her son with worry about leaving him behind. But everything ended at 11 p.m. that night.

"I'm getting dressed, I'm leaving."

"Mom, where are you going?"

“My son is amazing in competitions, he’s a national champion. I’m going to watch my son compete.”

It was only then that he realized how proud his mother was of him, yet he had ruined everything, leaving her still remembering the award he received eight hundred years ago.

His mother kept trying to get out of bed, but Wang Zewen couldn't persuade her otherwise. He quickly called the nurse and helped her up. His mother sat there, holding his hand tightly. Just as she put on her shoes, before the nurse arrived, she closed her eyes.

He had thought he would cry a lot when his mother left him, but when it actually happened, he found himself unable to cry. He was completely numb and forgot how to think. It wasn't until the nurse covered his mother with a white sheet that he came to his senses and realized that he no longer had a mother.

Three days later, he buried his mother in the cemetery he had bought in advance. After the workers put on the marble slabs and applied the sealant, he looked back on the past few months and felt like he was in a dream.

His second uncle looked at him without saying anything, but patted him on the shoulder and led him to burn a lot of paper money for his mother, and then took him home.

Wang Zewen pushed open the door and entered the house. He glanced at the sofa as usual. The woman no longer sat there to sew cross-stitch. He walked to the spot where his mother used to sit. Because the sofa was old, the spot was a bit dented. He sat down, and it made a clattering sound.

There was a letter on the table, written by his mother. The handwriting wasn't very good, but the content was quite long. He had already read it several times before. Sure enough, she already knew that she had a very serious health problem when she received the results.

The sun had climbed to its midpoint and finally shone into the room. I leaned back on the sofa, turned my head, and took a sniff; I could almost smell my mother's scent.

"Hehe. Heh."

She grinned as if she was about to laugh, but tears eventually streamed down her face. She picked up the letter her mother had written and read it through. It contained many of her mother's heartfelt words, one of which was...

"You should go box."

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock at the door. He put the letter away, got up and opened the door. It was Xing Qiuyue, but she seemed a little different today, as if she had more confidence.

"Brother Wen, are you alright? What about Auntie?"

"Oh, my mom. Never mind that. Come on in, I just got home too. I don't have much to offer you. I heard you're not helping out at the shop anymore?"

Xing Qiuyue had been to the hospital a few times before. Last time, a neighbor said she had gone out to look for a job, but he hadn't confirmed it with her yet, so he casually asked her about it.

"Yeah, I'm selling clothes in a mall now. I want to go out and explore. I don't want to stay cooped up in a restaurant as a waiter anymore."

"pretty good."

The two talked a lot, mostly about her. She had changed a lot; she no longer spoke as softly as a mosquito once she left the restaurant, and she was much more confident. Nearly an hour later, she got up to say goodbye, saying she had to go back to work in the afternoon.

Before leaving, she hesitated for a moment before finally deciding to turn around, give Wang Zewen a hug, say "good luck" to him, and then run away.

Wang Zewen stood frozen at the door for a while, only to find that Song Jiao had just brushed past Xing Qiuyue. After she went downstairs, he slowly walked up, looked Wang Zewen up and down, and remained expressionless.

"Looking for me?"

"if not?"

"I no longer box."

"Yes, you said you wouldn't fight anymore, but your mother still wants you to continue."

Song Jiao walked into the room, glanced at the portrait hanging on the wall, and nodded slightly. He had a huge conflict with his beloved student, but it had nothing to do with this unfortunate woman.

"If my mother's pleas had worked, I could have returned to competition three years ago. Now that she's gone, what's the point of saying all this?"

"So you're practicing this for your mother? She advised you to stop a long time ago, why didn't you listen?"

"She's gone now! So what does it have to do with her! I'm not fighting anymore! What does that have to do with you!"

Coach Song's words were hurtful, rubbing salt into Wang Zewen's wounds. In the end, Wang Zewen couldn't hold back anymore. After six years, he roared at Coach Song again. But this time, Coach Song was not as angry as he was six years ago, and his expression remained calm.

"So you've given up. Twenty-six? Your prime. Maybe you think the reason you gave up is because I didn't give you a chance. No, I did give you a chance. As soon as your suspension ended, I told you you could go to another gym, but you didn't go. You stuck in your ways, indulging in your old glory. Maybe you think that because you have a history of fighting and being suspended, no one will want you. But how will you know if you don't try? In the end, you used to be very arrogant, but also very weak. Now the arrogance is gone, but you're getting weaker and weaker. That's why I won't give you a chance. Nobody wants to give a coward a chance. Do you understand?"

Coach Song sat in the chair, glanced at the cross-stitch her mother had once sewn, picked up the envelope on the table, and waved it at Wang Zewen.

"So the reason I came to see you today is really related to your mother, at least half of it. She was right in front of me when she wrote this letter, but the words between the lines made me even more disappointed. I was originally afraid that you would be discouraged after the failure, but then that incident happened. Before you even lost, you were discouraged. You seem to be persistent, training non-stop for six years without being able to compete, but it's actually a kind of decadence. Your mother has been watching all along, which is why she advised you to stop competing. But she herself is about to break down. She can't take you any longer, so she asked me to help you register. I have to say, you have a good mother, she's great enough. Her only flaw is that she's afraid you'll lack a father's love, so she spoils you too much, which has led to your current personality."

Wang Zewen remained silent. His long period of self-reflection had made him realize this, but the more he knew, the more he felt he owed his mother too much.

"Your mother hopes you can participate in this competition. This proposal won't be a loss for the gym. It all depends on what honors you can bring to the gym. This isn't really an opportunity, but rather your mother's wish. If you want to fight, this is a boxer's contract."

Wang Zewen looked at Coach Song, and the two stared at each other for a long time. In fact, there was still a teacher-student relationship between them. Otherwise, Coach Song would not have agreed to Awen's mother's request to make such a big deal out of nothing. After all, he didn't own the boxing gym; he was just the most senior coach.

Finally, Wang Zewen took out a pen from the drawer, signed his name on the contract, officially returned to the boxing gym, and signed up for the light heavyweight category of the Mixed Martial Arts Championship.

Training begins!
(Friendly reminder: Please be sure to open your music player, search for "Bombtrack", and click play.)
The dark boxing gym was only illuminated by sunlight streaming through the ventilation vents. The sunlight shone on Wang Zewen's body, and his sweat glistened with a golden sheen as he swung the jump rope, performing a double jump at lightning speed.

Accompanied by the deep strumming of the guitar, the audience, who had been holding back their emotions, were ignited at this moment, and from this moment on, the plot truly entered its climax!
"1997199819992000!"

The moment the drumbeats blared, he quickly dropped the jump rope, sprinted, picked up a 100-kilogram dummy, and executed a takedown! His fists pounded repeatedly on the dummy's face, making loud banging noises. The camera quickly switched to a huge sand dune, where a group of professional boxers were running up the dune carrying heavy barbells, with Wang Zewen far ahead of the other boxers.

"Speed! The difference is fucking huge! Didn't you guys eat breakfast?! Get me five more sets!"

Coach Song, timing his stopwatch, angrily berated the group of boxers, who groaned in pain. Only Wang Zewen remained silent, picking up his dumbbells and continuing his frantic run.
"Use your waist! Who the hell told you to use your arms! Use your waist's momentum! Momentum! Didn't you even go to junior high? Didn't you learn physics?"

A 30-pound giant axe is lifted and then slammed down on the wood. This training of primal strength strengthens the waist muscles, eventually turning fists into two giant axes, capable of killing anyone who strikes.
"Stretch your neck and strike with your knee! Stretching is the most important thing! After you grab them, make sure you hold on tight! Lift your knee and strike! If it hits solidly, it can even crack your skull! The solution is to use your elbow! Don't try to duck and go around them; you can't outrun their legs! You'll just be offering yourself up for them to hit!"

The Muay Thai coach held down Wang Zewen's head and began to explain carefully. The other boxers were listening attentively until the coach raised his knee, which was instantly blocked by Awen. The other boxers were stunned by the coach's extremely fast reaction speed.
"Shout out the numbers! Shout out the numbers for me!"

“1！2！3！4！5！6！7！8！9！10！”

With his hands by his ears and his knees bent and raised, Coach Song, wearing boxing gloves, slammed his fist into Wang Zewen's abs with all his might after completing ten abdominal muscle contractions.

"Again! Shout it out! You woman! Speak louder than me!"

He used his fastest punching speed to dangle the ball, and the ball created a phantom effect as it bounced back and forth. The whole room was filled with the crackling sound of the dangled ball until Coach Song brought in a boxer of similar height and weight to Wang Zewen.

"Awen! Your sparring partner has arrived!"

Wang Zewen turned around and started exchanging blows with his sparring partner. He threw his protective gear at him and stepped onto the ring first. After exchanging a few punches, they started fighting! But he was accidentally punched in the cheek by his sparring partner.

"Your stance is too low! Get your ass serious!"

After exchanging blows several times, he found an opening and delivered a superhuman punch to his sparring partner's face. In slow motion, the muscles in his entire face contorted in an instant before he collapsed to the ground unconscious.

A page is torn from a calendar, which is then quickly interspersed with daily training sessions, allowing the audience to feel the passage of time. The penultimate page is torn off, and finally, time stops on November 1st.

The Mixed Martial Arts Championship has officially begun!
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I'm almost out of writing, I'm so sleepy, my brain is completely blank. This chapter is about nine thousand words long. I won't update tonight, I feel like I'm going to die from exhaustion if I write any more tonight. I'll just write one more chapter tomorrow and that'll be it.

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