Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 52 - 52 Settling Scores

Chapter 52: Chapter 52 Settling Scores

Chapter 52: Chapter 52 Settling Scores

After the bicycle race ended that day, Seth’s outpouring of anger nearly turned the “Tai” into “Da.”

An ambush to seize the initiative was a killer move that Li Ang taught Charles.

And now, Charles found that the conditions for using the killer move had been triggered.

When a burly man weighing 190 pounds punches you with full force, that’s when you realize why boxing matches are divided into weight classes.

Barber only had ti to protect his cheek with one hand, before the punch completely threw off his balance, sending his body lurching into the ropes beside him.

This was actually quite normal. The biggest difference between an average person and a professional boxer, besides skill, lies in their endurance to taking hits.

An ordinary person getting hit with a heavy punch below the head is very likely to lose the ability to fight back.

Another move is to strike while the iron is hot, inflicting as much damage as possible while the enemy is frozen.

“Bang! Bang!”

All Barber could do now was instinctively protect his head, letting Charles punch him over and over again.

If it weren’t for the fact that they were on a boxing ring, he would have used knee strikes and elbow strikes by now.

Charles, grinning weirdly, seed to be saying sothing with a strange smile on his face.

The look he gave Barber was not one of seeing a person, but rather an object.

The two companions of Barber sitting below the ring were dumbstruck, especially the one who had just been slapped. He now felt fortunate, for otherwise, it might have been him taking the beating on the ring.

The two had agreed on just a boxing practice, so there was no referee present on the ring. By the ti Barber’s two companions below the ring reacted, Barber was almost unable to stand up.

If Li Ang hadn’t intervened in ti, the two might really not have been able to constrain Charles, who was now in a berserk state.

Tyler, however, was very clear about Charles’s current state, which was clearly due to an adrenaline overdose, going overboard.

This series of blows also unleashed the resentnt Charles had been harboring for years.

The Charles of the past indeed never thought of resisting, which is why his nickna was “Weakling Charles.”

After stepping down from the ring, Charles collapsed on the ground, feeling as though he didn’t have the strength to even move a finger.

Going all out felt great, but the physical toll was not sothing an ordinary person could withstand.

Luckily, Charles had been training lately, otherwise he might have collapsed from exhaustion before even knocking down his opponent.

“Your friend seems to hit a bit too hard,” remarked soone from a distance in the stands.

An imposing figure approached from the spectator area.

Unlike the other three little guys, his build was on a different level.

Wearing only a pair of athletic shorts, his brawny torso was exposed, marked with scattered bruises.

Li Ang found this man sowhat familiar. Thanks to his excellent mory, Li Ang quickly recognized him as the forr president of the school’s boxing club, Luke Brandt, who had since graduated.

Neither Li Ang nor Charles had been bullied by him—in fact, they couldn’t even get close to such a legendary figure in the school.

The other two who were still standing straightened up a bit more when they spotted Blant approaching, as if they had suddenly been inflated.

Blant usually couldn’t be bothered with such trivial matters, and he looked down on this gang that only fooled around with classmates and shirked proper duties.

Without ntioning anything else, if only Barber had taken training a bit more seriously every ti he ca, he wouldn’t be in such a sorry state now.

However, the captain of the football team they were a part of had a good relationship with Blant, so he had to step forward and settle the issue.

“I’ve never heard of the concept of hitting too hard in the ring,” Blant retorted, locking his gaze with Li Ang without flinching.

Li Ang guessed he might also be in for a match today; it seed that after hitting the small one, the big one had co.

But it would be good to get rid of this trouble all at once, to prevent this bunch of flies from buzzing around him incessantly, a botherso nuisance.

“Maybe you’d like to try out on the ring with ?” Blant, too, hadn’t seen such brazenness in a long ti and spoke to Li Ang with a frown.

“No, I don’t want to fight you right now.”

Li Ang shook his head in response.

The only uninjured mber of the trio couldn’t help but laugh at these words.

“You’re smarter than I thought, you at least won’t walk into death haha.”

Li Ang calmly shifted his gaze to him, “Let’s start with you then.”

He rembered clearly, on the first day he arrived in this world, the lump on his head had been caused by this guy.

He had thought that he would have to wait until they got to the school to have a chance for revenge, but the opportunity had co much sooner than expected.

The reason for choosing to avoid Blant for now wasn’t that he was scared.

It was that Li Ang was afraid that after the fight, Blant would be scared off.

“Did I hear that right? You?”

The buzz-cut youth seed sowhat amused.

That friend of Charles was soone he dared not touch, and to be honest, he was a bit wary of Charles.

The remaining Li Ang? He was obviously the softest target of the lot.

With his height and physique, the buzz-cut youth seriously doubted whether Li Ang could stand up after being kicked by him.

Just as Li Ang got onto the stage, he was stopped by the buzz-cut youth.

“Wait a second, you need to sign a waiver first, after all, your dical expenses are going to be expensive, and I definitely can’t afford them haha.”

He felt he was being incredibly cautious, having considered every possible scenario.

Li Ang couldn’t help revealing a smile.

“You sure are good at making arrangents.”

Having learnt from previous experiences, Blant also climbed onto the stage to act as the referee for the two.

Although just by physique alone, Li Ang clearly wasn’t a match for the buzz-cut youth, for so reason, he could sense a dangerous aura from the way Li Ang walked.

The buzz-cut youth imitated boxing champion Ali’s butterfly step on the stage, constantly hopping on his feet while his head perford pendulum-like dodging movents.

Not just the few spectators below the stage, but even Blant felt a bit sweaty watching it.

It wasn’t for any other reason but that the movents were so awkward, they were sowhat embarrassing.

“Co on! Let see what you’ve got.”

The buzz-cut youth gestured to Li Ang with a crook of his finger.

“One mont, I haven’t studied boxing and am not clear about the rules. I want to know whether it’s allowed to use your shoulder to bump into soone?”

Li Ang raised his palm to signal a pause and asked Blant.

He shook his head in response, “Using the head, shoulder, forearm, or elbow to ram or strike an opponent is a typical foul.”

“Don’t be like that, Blant. We should give new people more room for trial and error. Just fight in your own way, I’ll accept it all.”

The buzz-cut youth could see at a glance that Li Ang was having regrets after stepping onto the stage, hence he started looking for excuses.

Since both parties had reached an agreent, Blant had no reason to object either, since this wasn’t a formal match.

“Co at ! Why aren’t you advancing? Just take a punch from , and you can leave the stage; it’ll be quick, and you might not even feel the pain.”

The buzz-cut youth kept taunting, spewing trash talk.

It should be noted that while he hadn’t mastered boxing movents, he had learned quite a bit of trash talk.

“I am looking for the right angle, what are you waiting for?”

Li Ang revealed a genial smile.

When Li Ang, the buzz-cut youth, and the corner post of the ring aligned in a straight line, Li Ang finally made his move.