In the ring, Gossagen's savage assault never stopped. Jason Luo tried everything to maintain distance, but it was useless…
His opponent fought in a frenzy, ignoring Jason's jabs. Only when Jason threw a heavy rear punch did he dodge or block—before diving right back into reckless offense!
His attacks weren't rational anymore. He was fighting as if with his life. Even against Jason's power shots, he kept pressing—attack, attack, endless attack…
Jason's shock grew with every second. How much stamina did this man have? He'd been fighting like this since the opening bell. Was he really going to keep it up the whole way?
There was no room to counter. To hit back, Jason would have to trade blow for blow—fist for fist, life for life!
This style was terrifying, beyond reason. No technique mattered anymore. Gossagen was simply testing whose fists were harder, whose fear of death was thinner.
Luckily Jason's body was strong. A pure technician without knockout power would have been steamrolled inside five exchanges.
The crowd roared, chanting, "Go, Gossagen! Full throttle! Never retreat!"
"Go! Go!"
…
Wollers' commentary carried concern for Jason:
"As expected, the mad Swede charges with reckless aggression. That kind of momentum is nearly unstoppable. In him, we see Valero's spirit once more. Ordinary fighters can't attack like this without collapsing. Without monstrous stamina, it's impossible. But clearly, Gossagen has it!"
"Young Jason is holding out well, but defense won't win. Don't expect Gossagen's attack to slow. I'll say it now—this fight ends only one way: someone knocked out. Points don't matter in a Gossagen match…"
Jason realized the same. To stop this frenzy, he had only one option: knock him down.
Damn it. Fight it is!
You've got stamina, I've got cheats!
Jason bit down, abandoned defense, and went on the offensive. He focused on Gossagen's rear punch—if it wasn't coming, he'd eat the jabs and charge in!
The heat in the arena spiked. Jason no longer retreated. He met Gossagen head-on!
BAM!
Jason's punch landed. Gossagen's expression didn't change. He fired back with a flurry of three punches.
BAM! BAM!
Jason slipped one heavy punch, took two jabs square, and still charged forward.
The trading began. The arena fell silent. Ten thousand spectators held their breath. Even Wollers paused.
Under the lights, every punch sent sweat flying. Thud, thud, thud—the sound of fists on flesh echoed across the hall.
In less than a minute, they had exchanged seventy or eighty blows. With Gossagen's faster rhythm, Jason absorbed more.
Jason's face grew numb and swollen, but Gossagen kept attacking. No sign of pain—only colder eyes.
His toughness was insane. Jason grew uneasy. He'd landed dozens of heavy shots, but Gossagen gave no reaction. None. He was like a body without sensation, driven only to attack…
This…
The psychological pressure hit hard. Jason began to doubt he could last.
Thankfully, the bell rang. Round one was over.
The crowd erupted, thunderous applause for the rare spectacle of pure head-to-head combat. Their primal emotions were ignited—they'd gone mad themselves.
Wollers exhaled. "Oh! What a fight! Who would've thought young Jason could endure it? This kid's progress is huge! Now the match gets even better. Wasting a single second is a crime. If you need the restroom, run—break time's nearly up!"
Back in the corner, Raul iced Jason's swelling and gave him oxygen.
Pedro frowned. "Can you keep going? You can't outlast him. His stamina's unreal!"
"Jason, truthfully, reaching this stage is already a huge achievement. Maybe—"
"No! Coach…" Jason spat out his mouthguard. "I'm not done. Trust me. I won't give up until the very last moment. I have the resolve!"
Pedro nodded. "Alright. Just know this—you're our pride. For this round, no pressure. Forget winning or losing. Face his madness with your love for boxing. No matter what, we'll always support you."
"And me too!" Raul chimed in.
Jason felt a shock through his chest, his whole body tingling.
"I will… I won't go down easy. Maybe I'll lose today, but I'll never be truly knocked out. I won't fear his ferocity!"
"Good! Well said!"
Pedro clapped lightly. "You're young. Opportunities will come. Losing isn't scary—it's normal. As long as you don't lose your confidence, you'll become a true champion."
Jason's heart felt lighter. Tonight, he would fight not for victory, but for dignity.
Ding. The break ended. Round two began.
As Gossagen rushed forward again, Jason mentally opened his system panel and equipped the title [Little Madman of the Ring].
The moment it was equipped, Jason's eyes changed—bloodthirsty, frenzied. The opponent before him looked like a mortal enemy. A voice screamed in his head: "Charge! Tear him apart!"
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