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The atmosphere in the Boxing Gym became stifling due to the taunting words of the tall man. A young man stood by the Ring, his head bowed and brows furrowed, clearly suppressing a surge of inner anger. His fists were tightly clenched at his sides, knuckles turning white from the strain, but with a deep breath, he gradually relaxed them. His shoulders rose and fell slightly as he tried to steady his breathing, making an effort not to let his emotions take control.
Mark, standing silently by the Sandbag, observed everything with a cold gaze. He watched the young man's trembling arms and focused on his fists as they opened and closed. A faint smile played at the corners of his lips. He could see that the young man was desperately trying to contain his fury, but beneath that calm exterior, there was a glimmer of determination.
After a moment, the young man finally lifted his head. His eyes no longer reflected helplessness; instead, they shone with a resolute light. He stared directly at the tall man, his voice low yet powerful, laced with suppressed anger. "The lack of trust citizens have in the government and police is our problem. Indeed, there are many areas where we fall short... but you cannot deny that there are many truly good people who fight for this city and have even given everything for it."
His voice gradually rose in intensity, his tone growing more assertive. "I will not allow you to insult them."
This declaration struck like thunder, cutting through the mocking noise in the Boxing Gym and momentarily silencing those around. Some Fighters displayed expressions of surprise, clearly not expecting this young man to respond so directly.
The tall man raised an eyebrow, still wearing a disdainful smile, but a flicker of barely concealed displeasure crossed his eyes. He seemed taken aback that this seemingly weak young man dared to confront his provocation.
The young man said nothing more. He took a deep breath, raised his hands to grasp the Ring's ropes, and smoothly pulled himself up. His movements were clean and efficient, showing that he had trained diligently. Standing tall in the center of the Ring, he fixed a determined gaze on the tall man, his expression steely.
"If you have any grievances, bring them on," he said calmly but with a resonant clarity that echoed throughout the Boxing Gym.
The crowd erupted in gasps; the atmosphere instantly ignited. Some covered their mouths in astonishment and whispered, "He really got into the Ring..." Others whistled and cheered, "Now that's going to be a show! The Law Enforcement Officers are about to take on our 'big guy'!"
As the cheers and excitement grew louder, the Boxing Gym buzzed with energy. Many gathered around the Ring, their eyes filled with eager anticipation as if waiting for an exhilarating performance to begin.
Mark stood by the Sandbag, lifting his gaze toward the young man and the tall man in the Ring. A cold smirk crept across his lips as if he were assessing this impending clash. His eyes held an inscrutable interest as he murmured softly to himself, "This is going to be interesting..."
The young man in the Ring tightened his fists and stood still, waiting for the tall man's response while outside noise escalated into a frenzy, as if the entire Boxing Gym was enveloped in an impending explosion of tension.
The young man in the ring stood tall, his gaze steady as he looked at the towering figure before him, waiting for a response. His expression was calm, though the anger simmered within him; he was clearly making an effort to restrain himself, ready to face any challenge head-on.
The tall man scoffed derisively, taking a few steps toward the edge of the ring, arms crossed, his eyes glinting with mockery as he regarded the young man. "Kid, I've fought in professional leagues. Do you know what that level is like?" His voice was loud and powerful, dripping with arrogance. "Five fights, five wins—all by knockout. You think you can take me on? That's a bit..."
He elongated the last word, his tone filled with contemptuous sarcasm. "A bit unfair, don't you think?" He laughed heartily, his voice brimming with pride and derision.
Then he waved his hand as if giving an order. The crowd outside the ring stirred immediately, and before long, several hulking figures emerged from the throng. They wore boxing shorts and tank tops, their muscles bulging, eyes gleaming with a rebellious spark; one of them stood out particularly.
He was an extremely large and heavyset man, but unlike ordinary overweight individuals. His body was encased in thick muscle, resembling a moving ball of iron; each step he took made the ground tremble beneath him. The muscles in his arms coiled like steel cables, and his eyes radiated a fierce and intimidating light. His physique and presence instilled an involuntary fear in those who beheld him.
As the tall man saw him approach, a satisfied smile spread across his face. He patted the man's shoulder and turned back to the young man in the ring, mockingly saying, "This is Hulk, one of my disciples. Let me tell you, Hulk is not just anyone; he's one of my prized students."
The tall man tilted his head slightly, revealing a malicious grin as he added with heavy sarcasm, "Since you’re so eager to challenge me, why not let Hulk have a go at you first? Then I’ll see if you have what it takes to stand before me."
Laughter erupted from the surrounding crowd, seemingly thrilled and eager for this impending mismatch. Whistles blew and shouts rang out: "Hulk! Go get him! Show this kid what you're made of!" The atmosphere inside the boxing gym grew lively and tumultuous as all eyes focused on the ring and the hulking figure.
The young man's brow furrowed slightly; he pressed his lips together tightly, his eyes revealing a mix of defiance and wariness. He watched as Hulk approached the ring step by step, filled with a deep sense of vigilance and fighting spirit toward this unknown opponent. The ropes of the ring were lifted as Hulk agilely climbed onto the platform; despite his massive size, his movements were surprisingly nimble.
"Come on, kid! Don’t let our audience down!" The tall man stood outside the ring with arms crossed, looking down at the young man with disdainful provocation.
Taking a deep breath, the young man focused all his attention on his opponent before him. The lights above the ring reflected off their skin as the noise around them grew louder. Meanwhile, Mark stood at a distance, watching everything with cold eyes and a faintly indifferent smile on his lips as he speculated how this confrontation would unfold.
In the ring, tension mounted as the young man and Hulk took their positions on opposite sides. The lights illuminated them distinctly: on one side stood the lean yet agile young man, bouncing lightly on his feet like a leopard poised to pounce. His fists moved rhythmically as he inhaled deeply to steady himself; his eyes locked onto Hulk's with intense focus while his body remained in high alert.
On the other side, Hulk's massive frame moved with surprising agility. He stood in the corner, his shoulders rotating as his muscles flexed and relaxed, resembling a machine warming up. He then lowered his head and twisted his neck, the joints cracking with a few dull sounds. His hands hung loosely at his sides, swaying effortlessly, exuding an air of ease. His expression carried a cold confidence, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, as if to say that this match posed no pressure for him at all.
Below the ring, a crowd of onlookers gathered excitedly, their chatter rising to a fever pitch. One spectator handed over a pair of boxing gloves, which Hulk accepted without even glancing at them, casually patting the surface of the gloves. Meanwhile, the young man on the other side donned his own gloves with practiced ease, adjusting their fit with nimble fingers and tightening the straps, determination evident in his gaze.
At that moment, a middle-aged man in a simple athletic tank top stepped out from the crowd. He flashed a grin and patted the ropes of the ring before effortlessly jumping onto the platform. Standing in the center of the ring, he raised his hands to signal for silence and announced loudly, "Alright! Since you’re all ready, I’ll be your referee for this match!" His tone was relaxed, clearly a spontaneous referee, yet his movements and posture indicated familiarity with boxing.
Turning to Hulk and the young man, the referee pointed at them and adopted a more serious tone. "The rules are simple: it’s a boxing match; knock out your opponent to win. But no dirty tricks—don’t make me catch you cheating, got it?"
Hulk grinned dismissively, patting his gloves as he replied in a low voice, "Don’t worry; I won’t let him last too long." His tone dripped with disdain and confidence as he cast a challenging glance at the young man.
The young man pressed his lips together but said nothing. Instead, he settled into position, lightly bouncing on his feet to maintain rhythm. His gaze was sharp as a knife, fixed intently on Hulk as if searching for any weaknesses.
Seeing that both competitors were ready, the referee stepped back to one side of the ring and announced loudly, "Alright! Let’s get started!"
As his words echoed through the air, the crowd erupted into cheers and excited shouts. Everyone surged closer to the ring, their eyes glued to the impending showdown. Anticipation filled their expressions; some even whistled and called out Hulk's name as the atmosphere reached a boiling point.
In the ring, the young man raised his fists lightly into a defensive stance, his eyes sharp like an eagle's. Hulk remained unhurried, shaking out his shoulders as he slowly advanced forward.
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