Don't call me evil god

Chapter 422 Barbarian Bloodline

The weak defeat the strong.

Unknown dark horse.

Such elements will undoubtedly be a topic that people will talk about with relish.

In the eyes of the audience who don’t understand boxing matches, Lancelot is undoubtedly the “weakling” one.

I've never heard of this person's name before.

Other boxers all have famous nicknames, such as Black Mamba, Little Pepper, and Butcher, and they have already gained considerable fame.

Lancelot?

Who are you, friend?
That's about how it feels.

When an unknown character defeats a familiar character, it will naturally cause a sensation.

But for those serious boxers who have actually fought against Lancelot, they don’t think so at all!
"Weakling?!"

"If this monster can be considered a weakling, then what are we, retards?"

The boxer who was eliminated in the quarterfinals was laughed at by others for a long time after he left the ring, saying that he lost to an amateur.

Although these boxers are considered ordinary people, if we strictly classify them, they actually have one foot halfway to becoming professional fighters.

meaning is.

They were already able to muster some anger from within.

This anger will unconsciously strengthen their bodies, making them more resilient and stronger.

But he is not yet able to successfully control his anger, so he cannot unleash his true fighting skills.

He is not good enough against professionals, but he still has a big advantage against ordinary people.

The boxers could see what was going on with Lancelot.

There was no sign of his body being strengthened.

He is indeed an ordinary person.

But when Lancelot successfully passed the semi-finals and advanced to the finals, no one laughed at the second victim who was kicked out of the court in disgrace.

The plot is exactly the same as the previous boxing match.

First, Lancelot was beaten passively, without any ability to fight back;
Then he suddenly exploded, became a completely different person, and reversed the situation!
Everyone noticed something was wrong!

Lancelot's ability to withstand blows is too strong!

It's no big deal to just be able to withstand a beating; it just takes more effort to beat him down.

The most serious thing is that this guy is not just someone who can take beatings!

He is like a balloon that gets bigger and bigger. Every time he gets hit, he accumulates strength to fight back. Before the balloon is blown to the point of bursting, the counterattack he launches may very likely exceed the attacker's ability to withstand.

You have to fight.

If you don't attack Lancelot, he will come and beat you.

Even beating...is not an option!

If a real professional came over, his attack would be strong enough to blow up the "balloon" directly, leaving Lancelot unable to resist.

But these boxers can't do it now!
Their attacks became a tool to cheer up Lancelot, and then they could only watch and wait for the other party to explode and surge in strength!
How is this still playing?
Lancelot's opponent in the final is the muscular guy who seems to have dwarf ancestry.

Although the short boxer nicknamed "Sugar Cube" was trying hard to attack Lancelot, swinging his heavy fists at Lancelot's chest.

His small size meant that his attack positions were tricky and difficult to defend against, which was originally his advantage.

But in front of Lancelot, it became a serious shortcoming!

Lancelot was indeed undefended.

But he wasn't knocked down.

As long as he hasn't fallen, the longer the accumulation time, the stronger the counterattack Lancelot will launch.

This time the power of the explosion was even greater. A fierce uppercut sent the opponent flying into the air!
In the true sense, it "knocked people away"!!!

The audience who were cheering for the "underdog Lancelot" were so excited that they almost shouted themselves hoarse:
"Lancelot! The boxing champion!"

"Lancelot! The Boxing Champion!!"

"Lancelot! The Boxing Champion!!!"

Especially those friends of Lancelot who came from Niuyan Town, they were completely crazy!

Dolan jumped to a small empty space on the table, twisted his fingers around the corners of his mouth, and whistled wildly.

"Alas!!!"

"Did you all see that? That's my best friend Lancelot. He's the boxing champion!!!"

……

Nervously and excitedly, he looked up at the scarlet words "S1 Boxing Champion" above his head, which were outlined like flames. Lancelot almost couldn't walk anymore and had to turn the other way when he went off the stage.

Even the places where I was hit don’t hurt anymore!

He really didn't expect it.

I can defeat those boxers I once admired and get the title of boxing champion.

This is the only honor available in the world!
This is the only one!
Even according to what Bacon said during his commentary, there will be regular boxing championships held every month for ordinary people only, and the champion will also be able to get a limited title.

But that is also [S2 Boxing Champion] or a lower ranking.

The first boxing championship was won by Lancelot!
Although the title cannot be transferred to others, Lancelot has already begun to fantasize about showing off his title in the future and telling others about his glorious achievement of winning the boxing championship!
"How do you know I'm the first boxing champion?"

Walking down the stage joyfully and accepting praises from other contestants, Lancelot felt so happy that he was flying.

"My friend, you are awesome! You deserve this championship!"

"You are this!" The person who spoke gave him a thumbs up.

"He's so talented, he's a natural boxer!"

A chorus of praise.

Of course, there was also the short boxer nicknamed "Sugar Cube" who lost to Lancelot in the final. He couldn't help but be curious and came up to ask:
"Sir, how on earth did you do this?"

"The more others are beaten, the more disadvantaged they become, and the harder it is to fight back."

"Why are you doing the opposite of what they are doing? The more you get beaten, the more powerful you become!"

Lancelot scratched his head blankly, widened his eyes and asked in confusion:

"Ah? Is there any?"

He really didn't know about this.

He only felt that he was very happy when he seized the opportunity to fight back. At that time, it was as if there was a fire burning in his mind. Except for the first two wild punches, the subsequent attacks were almost completely instinctive, without any idea at all.

Several opponents defeated by Lancelot nodded vigorously in frustration.

"Of course!"

They are the victims, how could they not know whether there is any problem or not?

Lancelot's reaction made them even more depressed.

So... this guy doesn't even know that he has such a talent!

A mature female voice interrupted the topic:
"If I'm not mistaken."

"Perhaps it's because he has the barbarian blood of some people from the Northern Kingdom flowing in his body."

"Mr. Lancelot Smith's performance is almost exactly the same as those northern barbarians in battle."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and when they saw who was speaking, they hurriedly bowed and greeted him.

"Your Excellency the Countess!"

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(End of this chapter)