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He instantly closed in, throwing a left hook to the abdomen to break Dak's balance, followed by a right hook to the opponent's jaw, and then a barrage of punches:
He unleashed alternating left and right hooks, striking the abdomen, the liver, and the head... Most of his punches were blocked by Da Ke's bent arm, producing muffled thuds.
But one of the right straight punches, like a sharp arrow breaking through the defense, pierced through the boxing frame and landed solidly on Da Ke's face.
Big K's head jerked back, his body swayed, and his eyes momentarily lost focus—but he didn't fall. Almost instinctively, he rushed forward and hugged Viktor, pressing his entire weight onto him to buy precious time to recover.
The referee quickly intervened and separated the two.
In that instant, Viktor clearly saw a flicker of panic in the eyes of the crooked-nosed K, but beneath that remained a cold composure and an unyielding determination.
This is an opponent that will not collapse easily.
Just then, the bell rang to signal the end of the round, temporarily halting the increasingly intense battle.
Back in his corner, Victor felt himself starting to tire.
Boxing is not just a contest of strength, but also a battle of spirit and will.
Michael, while tending to his nose wound, said, "He won't last much longer. Next round, step up the offense, but be smart."
In another corner, Da Ke's coach had a serious expression.
"You're leading in points, but your advantage is shrinking. You can't keep going like this; I suspect he'll finish you off!"
"He was too good at seizing opportunities, and he was too strong. He directly broke through my defense."
Da Ke was having a real headache—both physically and mentally.
"Don't be discouraged. He's not invincible. He's also tired. Your jabs were very effective."
Viktor Klitschko nodded, his breathing heavy.
"I must regain control of the situation in the next round."
"Be careful of his outbursts. You've seen his knockout highlights; they all happened at times like this."
Big K looked at Victor in the opposite corner, and their eyes met again.
The flames in Victor's eyes did not diminish in the slightest; on the contrary, they burned even hotter.
Chapter 173 KO Vitali Klitschko
The bell rang, and the fourth round began.
The metallic clanging of the bells still reverberated in the air when Vitali Klitschko pounced like a tiger.
The fans of this Ukrainian boxing machine chanted his name wildly, the sound almost lifting the roof off the venue.
"The fourth round has begun! Friends, what we are witnessing may be the most exciting heavyweight championship fight in boxing history!" Legendary commentator Jim Lampley's voice came through the microphone to millions of viewers around the world.
Big K's footwork was heavy yet swift; despite weighing over 240 pounds, he moved with the agility of a cheetah in the boxing ring.
His gloves hissed as they sliced through the air, each jab carrying a chilling wind pressure.
"Vikramaditya Klitschko has clearly changed his tactics,"
Former heavyweight champion Rocky, in a somber tone, analyzed from the commentary booth, "He's no longer content with just peripheral pinpoint control; he's going to completely destroy his opponent with heavy punches. Look at this offensive!"
Big K's combination punches came down like a hammer, forcing Viktor to retreat, his arms tightly protecting his head and torso.
The dull thuds of the boxing gloves hitting their arms echoed throughout the arena.
A left hook somehow pierced through Victor's defense and struck his ribs hard.
The entire audience gasped simultaneously.
The leather struck flesh with a dull thud, and Victor groaned, his jaw muscles tensing instantly.
Surprisingly, he didn't retreat an inch and took the heavy blow head-on.
"My God, Victor Lee's resilience is unbelievable!"
"That punch was enough to knock down a bull, but he only swayed slightly!" Lampley exclaimed.
A hint of surprise flashed in Vitali Klitschko's eyes, which was then replaced by an even stronger murderous intent.
He continued to press forward, unleashing a barrage of punches.
Viktor was forced to retreat to the edge of the ropes, desperately protecting his vitals with his arms.
"Danger! Viktor has been cornered!"
Rocky shouted anxiously, "He has to move out of there quickly, or Big C will pin him there!"
In the audience, old Jack's face was ashen, his nails digging deeply into his palms.
He knew this was part of Victor's plan, but watching his boxer get hit so hard still broke his heart.
"Hold on and wait for your chance,"
Old Jack muttered to himself, though he knew Victor couldn't hear him, "Waiting for that moment..."
In the boxing ring, Victor Lee's eyes remained sharp, even under the cover of his boxing gloves.
This is the moment he's been waiting for—when Klitschko starts aiming for a knockout, behind those dazzling combinations of punches, there will inevitably be fleeting openings.
Viktor deliberately slowed down his pace, his breathing became heavy, and his arms appeared slightly stiff, perfectly portraying the image of a boxer who was physically exhausted.
He even made his steps a little unsteady, as if he had really been injured by Da Ke's heavy blow.
“Victor looks to be in bad shape,”
Lampley commented, "His movements became sluggish, and his defense began to show weaknesses. Vitali Klitschko smelled blood!"
As expected, Da Ke took the bait.
He unleashed a powerful right punch, twisting his entire body with the force of the twist, attempting to end the match immediately.
This punch contained all of Da Ke's strength and weight; if it landed directly, it could very well end the match.
The fist grazed Viktor's cheek, the force of the wind causing his eyelashes to flutter slightly.
Due to excessive force, Da Ke's upper body leaned forward, completely exposing his right rib area.
An opening has appeared!
Viktor charged forward like a cheetah that had been poised for a long time.
His footwork was so fast it was almost a blur, and the muscles in his legs bulged instantly as he cut into mid-range.
"Wait! What is that?"
Rocky suddenly exclaimed, "Victor moved! He's like a completely different person!"
A straight punch, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, accurately struck the opponent's face, causing Da Ke's head to tilt backward.
Immediately following, a downward hook punch slammed into his abdomen, the leather digging deep into his abdominal muscles;
Then followed by a diagonal upward hook, perfectly hitting the same spot on the ribs—
The triple strikes exploded like firecrackers, the force penetrating the thickest gloves specially selected by the boxing organization and directly blasting into Da Ke's body!
"Oh, my god!"
Lampley shouted at the top of his lungs, "Victor Lee has struck back! A perfectly timed strike! Vitali Klitschko is being beaten to a pulp!"
Rocky screamed hoarsely, "I don't know who can withstand these three punches!"
The audience erupted in cheers, jumping up from their seats and shouting so loudly it nearly lifted the roof off the stadium.
Big K's supporters were stunned, while Viktor's supporters chanted his name wildly.
But Vitali Klitschko really held on and didn't kneel down.
Vitali Klitschko staggered back, trying to reorganize his defense, but Viktor was right behind him.
His combination punches moved like a precision machine, striking at the gaps in his opponent's defenses from both sides.
"Watch Viktor's combination punches!"
Rocky excitedly analyzed, "Every punch landed precisely on vital points! Liver! Ribs! Chin! This is a textbook counterattack!"
Despite Klopp's desperate attempts to block with his gloves, many heavy punches still managed to penetrate his defenses.
His face began to swell and turn red, and the repeated blows to his abdomen made his breathing erratic.
This boxing machine, who had never been hit so hard before, revealed the vulnerability of a mortal for the first time.
"It's over! Victor, end it!"
Coach Jack and Solomon were yelling themselves hoarse on the sidelines, knowing this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Da Ke was forced to retreat to the edge of the ropes, barely managing to block an attack with the ropes' elasticity, and attempted to counterattack with a hook punch.
But Victor quickly dodged, and at the same time, delivered a left hook with surgical precision, slamming it hard into Duck's liver.
The sound of the blow was unusually dull, and Da Ke's body visibly stiffened for a moment—the excruciating pain from the heavy blow to his liver caused a crack in his defenses!
"Liver injury! Vitali Klitschko has been wounded!"
Lampley screamed, "That's one of the most painful blows in boxing!"
Victor did not miss this fatal opening.
He lowered his center of gravity, his leg muscles suddenly exploded, and he unleashed a perfect uppercut from below.
The spinning gauntlet, carrying all its power, struck Da Ke squarely in the chin.
The crisp sound of bones colliding was clearly audible, and beads of sweat scattered into glistening fragments in the air.
Time seems to have stopped at this moment.
Da Ke's eyes instantly lost focus, his pupils dilated, and his braces flew out of his open mouth.
His knees began to soften, and his body slid down slowly as if in slow motion.
The referee immediately rushed forward and began counting down.
"one two Three!"
The referee's count echoed in the silent arena, but everyone knew that the outcome was already decided the moment that uppercut landed.
Viktor retreated to the corner of the ring, sweat trickling down his heaving chest.
He watched his opponent collapse, his boxing gloves still trembling slightly, not from exhaustion, but from the nerve tremors after the outburst.