The American TV series "Four-Round Boxing Champion Starts with Shameless"

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On the other side, Joe Louis's locker room had an atmosphere as solemn as a church.

Louis sat in the corner with his eyes closed, taking deep breaths.

Coach Miles Davis squatted down in front of him, his voice calm and firm.

“Victor will try to finish you off early; we’ve thoroughly studied his brother’s tactics.”

Davis said, "Let him attack in the first two rounds, and defend with your guard. His 400-pound weight is both an advantage and a burden; that kind of muscle mass consumes oxygen extremely quickly."

Louis slowly opened his eyes: "My timing is still there, Miles."

“I know, Joe. I know.”

Davis patted the veteran's knee. "When the third round begins, and his speed drops by a hundredth of a second, that's your chance. Your right hand is still powerful enough to put any giant to sleep."

Louis slowly stood up and began shadowboxing practice.

His punches were still fierce, and his footwork was still smooth, but upon closer inspection, one could see that his turns were not as quick as before, and his breathing was slightly heavier.

"38 years old is not a problem."

Louis said to himself, "It's both a comfort to the team and an encouragement to myself."

Davis forced a smile, but he knew in his heart that time was an opponent that no boxer could ultimately defeat, as were Joe Louis and Victor.

At 9 p.m. sharp, the lights in Wembley Stadium went out, leaving only a spotlight shining on the entrance to the boxing ring.

First up was challenger Joe Lewis.

When the theme song from Captain America played, the entire stadium erupted in a wave of cheers and nostalgia.

Veteran boxing fans stood up, many with tears in their eyes.

Brown Bomber—the legend who successfully defended his heavyweight title 25 times in 12 years—is now back in the ring.

Louis wore a white uniform with the American flag printed on his chest.

His steps were steady, his gaze unwavering, as if he were not heading towards the boxing ring, but towards the battlefield ordained by fate.

Some veteran journalists couldn't help but recall his classic battle against Billy Conn, in which Louis knocked out the challenger in 13 rounds in a similar atmosphere.

"Look, this is the essence of legend!"

Commentator Martin Shawn's voice echoed throughout the arena through the microphone: "Joe Louis, 68 wins and 3 losses in his career, 55 by knockout. Can the 38-year-old create another miracle tonight?"

Immediately afterwards, the entrance music for current boxing champion Viktor began to play—"Get Up, Stand Up" by Jamaican reggae superstar Bob Marley.

Viktor, clad in a golden battle suit, twirled out of the tunnel with light, dance-like steps, eliciting even more fervent cheers from the boxing fans.

The charisma and legendary aura of the current boxing champion collided in the air.

Viktor high-fived his way through the crowd and even stopped to sign autographs for a few lucky fans, demonstrating his confidence and composure.

Once he stepped into the boxing ring, he took off his fighting robe, revealing a 400-pound body like a giant from Greek mythology, with muscle lines as clearly defined as if sculpted under the lights.

"Look at that physique! It's practically a new evolution of heavyweight boxing!"

Another commentator exclaimed, "Victor Lee, 19 wins and 1 loss, 19 knockouts! An absolute finishing rate! Tonight he will be defending his title for the ninth time!"

Referee Jack Dunn summoned the two boxers to the center of the ring for final instructions.

Dunn is one of the most respected referees in the boxing world, having officiated dozens of world-class fights.

“I know you are all champions, but I want a clean fight.”

Dunn looked them straight in the eye. “Protect yourselves and always follow my orders. Now go back to your corner. Good luck.”

The two boxers exchanged a glance, then turned and returned to their respective corners without making any contact.

The war is about to start.

The crisp ringing of the bell cleaved through the boiling clamor in the stadium like a sharp sword, instantly turning the shouts of 80,000 spectators into a tense silence.

The spotlight was focused on the center of the boxing ring, where two very different fighters stood—on one side was a young and fierce boxing champion, and on the other was an aging and legendary veteran.

"The match has begun! Viktor bursts out of the corner like a tiger unleashed from its cage!"

Commentator Martin Shawn's voice echoed throughout the stadium through the microphone: "This young champion clearly doesn't want to give the veteran any time to adjust!"

Victor was indeed like a ravenous beast.

His massive body moved with extraordinary agility within the rope circle, his long legs taking only two steps to cross the center of the boxing ring.

With a wingspan of 204 centimeters, it was like two spears, piercing into Louis's defensive range first.

"Two probing jabs! Both were dodged by Louis's agile head movements!"

Sean spoke rapidly, "Look at Louis's footwork, my God, a 38-year-old veteran can still maintain such agility!"

In the stands, Holyfield said to Tyson next to him, "Joe's movement is still beautiful, but Victor's wingspan is terrifying."

"Moving him won't work; Victor will force him into a corner."

Tyson squinted, observing the action: "I've come to ask you for advice on how to defeat Victor."

Holyfield did not speak.

Sure enough, Victor threw a powerful right punch that grazed Louis's cheek.

The force of the punch caused Louis's hair to flutter.

A collective gasp rippled through the audience.

"Just a little bit closer!"

Sean exclaimed, "If that punch lands, the match might be over!"

In a corner of the Lewis camp, Coach Davis gripped the rope tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white.

"Move, Joe! Don't fight him head-on!"

But his shouts were drowned out by the clamor of the audience.

Ethan watched calmly from the sidelines.

He saw the change in Louis's eyes after he dodged the heavy punch—it wasn't fear, but rather a kind of calculation and assessment.

“He’s testing your speed, Victor,”

Ethan thought to himself, "It's time to change tactics."

In the boxing ring, Louis maintained a traditional stance, his left fist extended forward like a viper's forked tongue, constantly probing the distance.

His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, completely unlike the look one would expect from a 38-year-old.

A precise jab suddenly shot out, hitting Victor squarely in the face.

"Goal! Louis scores with his jab!"

Sean shouted, "But Victor doesn't seem to feel anything! Look, he's even laughing!"

Viktor did indeed grin, the taste of blood spreading through his nostrils.

The punch was much more powerful than he had imagined, but he wouldn't show it.

"Is this all the old man's fists are capable of?"

Victor roared and immediately began to execute Ethan's tactics:

No longer cautiously probing, Viktor pressed forward, unleashing a barrage of punches like a storm:

The left hook aimed at the liver, the right straight punch went straight for the face, and the left hook swept towards the ribs... Each punch carried the terrifying power of 400 pounds, and the sound of it cutting through the air was chilling.

"My God, Victor has begun his brutal bombardment! The Chicago Typewriter Offensive!"

Sean's voice was hoarse with excitement, "Look at the power and speed of that combination punch! That's why he's undefeated in his title defense, with 8 wins and 8 knockouts!"

The legendary boxers in the audience leaned forward.

Ali shook his head and muttered to himself, "Joe, what are you thinking? This isn't like you..."

Surprisingly, Louis did not back down.

The veteran stood firmly on his feet and surprisingly chose to meet the attack head-on!

His fists rained down on Viktor's frame, making dull thuds.

The two boxers exchanged blows in the center of the ring, neither of them retreating an inch!

"Incredible! Louis has chosen to confront them head-on!"

The commentator exclaimed in surprise, "This isn't his tactical style from when he was younger!"

The sound of boxing gloves clashing echoed in the stadium, the whistling of punches was sharp and piercing, and each hit drew gasps from the audience.

Louis's fists relentlessly searched for gaps in Victor's defense, while Victor's heavy punches repeatedly tested the veteran's ability to withstand blows.

"Is his chin made of iron?"

Someone in Louis's camp exclaimed in surprise.

Assistant coach Mickey looked at the stage and shook his head incredulously: "Joe's punches landed, and he didn't even blink!"

Coach Davis was yelling hoarsely on the sidelines: "Stop going at it! Move, Joe! Move! I didn't train you for this!"

But Louis seemed to ignore it.

During the exchange, Victor's hook grazed Louis's brow bone, and blood immediately gushed out, staining the veteran's left eye red.

A gasp rippled through the audience.

"Louis's injured!"

Sean shouted, "Medical checks might be necessary... No! Game continues!" Louis waved his hand to indicate that it was fine!

Surprisingly, Louis became even more ferocious after bleeding.

He landed a precise uppercut on Viktor's chin, causing the champion to tilt his head back slightly before launching an even more ferocious attack.

"So tenacious! So incredibly tenacious!"

Sean almost stood up to commentate, "38-year-old Louis has proven with his actions that he still has the ability to compete with the world boxing champion!"

Chapter 200 The Golden Age's Powerful Punch

Two minutes into the round, Victor landed a vicious liver strike that Louis blocked with his elbow, but the impact still made the veteran wince.