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"start!"

At Daniel's command, the boxing match officially began.

Hemingway was the first to attack. He raised his fist and delivered a very skillful punch, not with his full strength, but as a test.

This is a common tactic used by boxers: to first figure out the opponent's footwork and punching patterns in order to prepare for a major offensive later.

Luther did the same, easily dodging with a simple dodge.

Hemingway was slightly taken aback upon seeing this: "I didn't expect you to know boxing, haha!"

After saying that, he charged forward again, changing his footwork to a forward and backward stance, moving forward little by little, probing the enemy. Finally, when he got close to Luther, Hemingway suddenly exerted his strength, throwing more than a dozen straight punches and a hook punch.

Fortunately, Luther was equally experienced, and he blocked or dodged all the punches. Apart from a few bruises on his arm, he was not seriously injured.

However, after the first round, he finally realized that Hemingway was no weakling. He was not as good as a professional boxer, but definitely better than an average amateur.

His punches are fast and accurate, combining power and speed. In addition, he is quite strong, so every punch is full of force and oppressive power.

No one would believe that this hot-tempered guy was actually a great writer and a Nobel laureate.

"He is indeed a tough and very capable opponent." That was Luther's assessment of him.

However difficult he was, Luther was not without options. The original owner of this body was quite good, and with his military background, he was certainly no less capable than Hemingway.

The next moment, just as he dodged Hemingway's punch again, Luther, contrary to his usual behavior, suddenly took a step forward and rushed towards Hemingway.

Hemingway was also taken aback, because according to boxing principles, Luther should have been defending, running away, or continuing to dodge at this point, but he chose to go straight in.

boom!

Taking advantage of Hemingway's momentary lapse in concentration, Luther delivered a hook punch that landed squarely on Hemingway's abdomen.

Although both men were wearing boxing gloves, the punch was still quite powerful, causing his flesh to rip and his head to go numb. Hemingway even heard the sound of his bones cracking.

But he didn't care at all; on the contrary, he became more and more excited, because this was the kind of thrill he wanted.

"Interesting! I didn't expect you to be such a master!"

After saying that, he laughed loudly and charged forward again. This time, Hemingway did not hold back but sprinted with all his might.

A straight punch, a hook, a side punch—in just a few seconds, he unleashed several beautiful combinations of punches, and Luther was hit in the face, instantly turning purple.

His heart was pounding, adrenaline was surging through his body, and stimulated by the pain and provocative words of Hemingway, Luther also became excited.

He kept changing his stance and reached out to provoke his opponent.

"FCUK YOU!" Hemingway rushed over again upon seeing this.

This time, Luther was prepared. He simply dodged and immediately retaliated with another punch. This punch hit Hemingway again, and he staggered and almost fell down.

Luther didn't throw many punches, and his speed wasn't particularly fast, but he always aimed for an opening before striking, which caused Hemingway a great deal of damage.

But the more this happened, the less willing he was to admit defeat. At this moment, he was like a mad brown bear, thinking of ways to take Luther down with him.

Luther dodged and threw punches at the same time. He didn't throw many punches, but every one of them hit his opponent.

On the other hand, Hemingway at this moment was completely blinded by anger and was about to throw a wild punch.

The others, observing this, gradually went from being worried to appreciating it.

"Luther, I didn't realize your brother-in-law was so skilled. Hemingway couldn't do anything to him," Tom said with admiration.

"Yeah, look at his dodging moves. That's definitely not something a novice could do. It seems Luther is someone who trains regularly, just like him," Tony said with a smile.

Sam, on the other hand, looked embarrassed and said somewhat awkwardly:

"I thought these young noblemen were all good for nothing but playing around, but Luther is really different."

Jim Green then shook his head and said, "Gentlemen, this match isn't over yet. I suggest you don't jump to conclusions before a winner is decided."

Upon hearing this, they all nodded and decided to wait and see. Daniel had already asked someone to prepare a medical room.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the "arena," the competition between the two officially entered the decisive stage.

After more than a dozen rounds, both Luther and Hemingway were panting heavily, having exhausted the little energy they had saved up.

Luther was slightly better off, but Hemingway was already panting heavily, and his punches and walk lacked their previous momentum.

He has been a heavy drinker for many years, and his recent divorce has caused him to drink even more, resulting in a significant physical decline.

Nevertheless, his eyes still shone.

"Luther! Come on!"

"Come!"

After saying that, the two of them rushed towards each other without hesitation and collided directly.

After exhausting all skills and strength, what remains is willpower, or courage.

And so, the two entered into a vicious cycle, you punch me, I punch you, you hit my face, I hit your face.

Of course, although the two tried to block and cover their vital parts, the close distance meant that blocking was largely ineffective.

And so, within minutes, both men's injuries worsened, with Hemingway even getting a nosebleed.

Bright red blood dripped from his nostrils, some falling onto his beard, some onto his wounds, and some onto the ground.

At that moment, Luther realized that it was time to bring this to a close.

So he imitated Tyson's lightning-fast footwork, closing in with a single step and immediately throwing a straight punch. The punch was extremely powerful and landed squarely on Hemingway's chest.

Then came another fierce storm, and Hemingway could only give up fighting back, desperately covering his head and retreating.

Finally, after a series of jabs from Luther, he stopped what he was doing, and Hemingway collapsed at that moment.

He was exhausted and injured in the leg, and at this moment he could no longer hold on.

Surprisingly, he looked at Luther, gave a polite smile, and said with a hint of blood in his eyes:

"Luther, you've won. I can't beat you."

"Remember what you said."

"I will."

The other newcomers rushed forward to help Hemingway up and then went to get his wound bandaged.

About half an hour later, Hemingway, covered in bandages, returned to the conference room, and his first words were:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I express my utmost respect and loyalty to Mr. Luther, and from this day forward I will keep my promise and obey Mr. Luther in everything."