Kings of the Game: Getting Back to the Game, Beginning with the NBA

Chapter 172
The lights flickered.

The live camera was aimed at the channels where both sides played.

There was deafening music at the scene of the group arena.

"The first one to play is the challenger of this competition, with a professional record of 30 wins and 1 draw, 21 KO opponents, former WBA/WBO/WBC/IBF/IBO heavyweight boxing champion, Gypsy Emperor!"

"Tyson~~~~Fury!"

In the shouting of the live DJ and the BGM of the boxing champion.

The fat man weighing nearly 300 kilograms was wearing gorgeous blue and red clothes and a medieval knight helmet. Surrounded by four Indian beauties dancing snakes, he entered the arena domineeringly on a [-]-carried sedan chair.

The appearance design with the utmost flair.

It made the game scene suddenly sounded a mountain of cheers and a tsunami.

Tyson Fury remained silent the whole time, staring at the ring.

The passage of less than 50 meters forced them to walk for more than a minute.

Seeing that he couldn't drag the rhythm, Tyson Fuli slowly got off the sedan chair.

Like a mountain of meat, he raised his arms high, showing off his white flesh, and waved to the audience around him.

"Tyson, come on! Get rid of Liu Ming!"

"Tyson, good job, avenge your brother!"

"Tyson, you must KO Liu Ming, I bought you to KO him within three rounds!"

"Tyson, let that Huaxia guy feel the taste of heavy punches!"

"Tyson, use a beautiful fight to tell the world that Huaxia Kungfu is just a joke!"

Immediately there was a variety of actions among the audience.

Some people even put up slogans supporting Tyson Fury.

Many people even waved the lottery stubs they had just cast, asking Tyson Fury to KO Liu Ming as soon as possible, and then exchanged money on the spot.

Seeing the audience howling wildly around him, Tyson Fury seemed even more excited. He walked all the way to the boxing ring, posing in various poses all the way, enjoying the joy of being surrounded by flashing lights.

"Almost all the heavyweight official media from all over the world have arrived. I didn't expect the attention of this match to be so high. After today, my influence will definitely surpass that of Ali and Michael Tyson!"

Tyson Fury thought silently.

The VIP room area above the auditorium.

Heizo Takenaka, chairman of Nihong Baoshena Group, also came to the scene as a representative of the sponsor.

"World boxing champion Tyson Fury looks much stronger in real life than on TV. This guy looks like a Siberian Pyrenees." Heizo Takenaka praised.

"Hi! Since this fight is an unrestricted group arena, not a professional heavyweight boxing match, there is no need for the players on both sides to weigh in before the match, so Tyson Fury's weight is definitely more than the 280 pounds in the data, and it has reached at least about 350 pounds by visual inspection!" The assistant was working as the on-site commentator.

"In boxing competitions, although there are featherweight and middleweight leapfrogs to challenge heavyweights, most challengers will choose to gain weight before the fight. The reason is that for professional boxers, indicators such as strength and fighting ability are often linked to weight."

"Your analogy is very apt! Tyson Fuli is like a violent bear who only attacks high defense, while Liu Ming is like a deer, all he can rely on is his technique and reaction, but the ring size is less than 61 square meters, but it limits his range of movement, so once Tyson Fuli seizes the opportunity, he will definitely be knocked out with a punch."

Heizo Takenaka was very happy after hearing this, "Very good! For an influential athlete like Liu Ming, it is always better to disable him in such an open and aboveboard fighting arena than other means."

Takenaka Heizo is not the only one who has the same idea.

In the two VIP rooms on the other side, Mansour and Tamim Alsani were also secretly excited.

Especially when the DJ at the scene finally announced Liu Ming's name.

"The next one to play is the Asian [-]-meter sprinter, the Lakers star basketball player, and Liverpool's second goalkeeper. It is said that he is only Liu ~~~ Ming who is proficient in Chinese Kung Fu!"

Wearing a Tang suit, Liu Ming walked out of the passage calmly.

Compared to Tyson Fury's exaggerated appearance.

Liu Ming can be said to be extremely simple and unpretentious.

If it weren't for the four Chinese girls who surrounded him, he would feel like shopping for salted fish in a vegetable market.

What greeted him was boos from the surrounding audience.

Obviously the audience at the scene did not welcome him.

Someone even shouted discordantly: "Yellow skin man, go back to Huaxia!"

"Huaxia Kungfu is just a show of fists and embroidered legs. It has no actual combat ability at all. Stop grandstanding here!"

"Admit defeat now! Kneel down and apologize to Tyson, maybe you can get out of the ring alive!"

Liu Ming would not care about these unnecessary ridicules.

Even though he has already shown his talent, he will still hear similar voices whether it is on the basketball or football field.

The best way to refute is to slap your face with strength.

When he trampled on his opponents, when he used the result to ruin the gang of birdmen, these discordant voices would naturally dissipate.

"Liu! You must be careful! If you can't do it, you will admit defeat. A hero will not suffer from immediate losses!"

In the VIP area at the front desk, the boss LeBron brought a group of NBA super giants to the scene.

"Liu, we are here! Remember, you are not fighting alone!"

Uncle Zha and his elder brother Salah also rushed to help with a full staff of Red Army soldiers.

Seeing the worried expressions of these elder brothers, Liu Ming waved his hands and climbed onto the ring.

There are always people who are high and far away, coming for you!

……

When Tyson Fuli saw Liu Ming climbing up the ring, he immediately greeted him aggressively.

"Hey Liu. Is this your entry? What a shame!"

Liu Ming shook his head, "A toad sees a frog, you are ugly, that's why you play well!"

Trash talk?

It is said that this guy is also a well-known stinky mouth king in the boxing world.

But you're only at the third grade level, who the fuck gave you the guts to challenge me?
"This is the first time we met! I really didn't expect that I would beat you to tears!" Tyson Fury looked at Liu Ming rather contemptuously, "Listen to the voices of the people around, they all think that I can beat you to death with one punch."

In front of Roshan, who was two meters tall and weighed three hundred catties, Liu Ming's thin body was indeed not much different from that of a minor child.

But Liu Ming didn't panic in the face of oppression, shrugged his shoulders and wrote lightly: "There is no way, the world belongs to idiots after all, who made you so many!"

"Typical mouth is trying to be brave and surrendering in heart! Liu Ming, if you knew this earlier, why bother? I really don't know where you got the confidence to challenge me one-on-one, and you want to hit me with your seemingly useless Chinese kung fu? Hehe! I guarantee that I won't recognize you until I hit your mother!" Tyson Fuli sneered arrogantly.

Liu Ming glanced at him, "Nima coins are stinky, so your mouth is stinky? If you can win the game by spraying each other, do you believe that you have died a thousand times? Rory is talking a lot, what the hell are you still fighting?"

"you……"

Tyson Fury took a deep breath and calmed down.

He felt that there was absolutely no need for him to continue arguing with Liu Ming.

This is so talkative, it's obviously not a heavyweight.

After a while in the competition, speaking with strength is the most convenient thing.

Finally, the sign girl stepped onto the ring in a bikini.

When the beauty walked off the ring, the referee signaled the two boxers to stand in the center of the ring.

"Unlimited group arena, except that you can't use weapons, there is no restriction on any style of play, there is a round time, but there is no round limit, until either party falls to the ground and cannot move, or falls to the ground and slaps the ring with his hands to admit defeat and abstain!"

"Both parties, do you understand?"

Seeing that the referee deliberately pointed out to himself the method of admitting defeat.

Although Liu Ming was upset, he still nodded to the referee sympathetically, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, prepare for a storm!"

Tyson Fury put on an angry expression, obviously mobilizing his emotions, but in fact, in his heart, he was silently deducing his own tactics.

"Boom!"

The game bell rang.

(End of this chapter)