In the eleventh round, the game is coming to an end.
Highfield tested the jab, but Taylor quickly dodged it. Taylor then slid forward, and Highfield immediately retreated to keep a safe distance from Taylor.
"Tyler's physical fitness has not been exhausted yet! He is already 33 years old, how come his physical fitness is better than when he was young?" Highfield began to feel anxious. This was completely different from what he had expected.
The endurance that Taylor showed today greatly exceeded Highfield's imagination. Highfield originally thought that Taylor would not be able to fight for a long time, but he did not expect that after ten rounds, Taylor still retained a lot of physical fitness.
"Is it going to take twelve rounds?" Highfield suddenly realized this.
At the same time, Taylor began to attack, still using his signature dodge, and then directly attacking with quick combination punches. This attack interrupted Highfield's thoughts, and he had to get rid of distracting thoughts and devote all his energy to the game.
Facing the defensive master Highfield, Taylor's attack was another futile attempt. Highfield dodged left and right, and then hugged Taylor directly. The referee had no choice but to terminate the game and separate the two.
Immediately afterwards, there was a new test, a new round of attack, a new round of dodge, repeating everything just now.
Finally, the bell rang and the eleventh round ended. Highfield returned to the corner of the ring. At this time, he could finally calm down, think carefully, and analyze the current situation.
Feeling tired, Highfield wanted to lie down and take a rest. After a sip of drink, Highfield felt much more comfortable. The eleven rounds of competition also consumed Highfield's energy too much. He was already 34 years old. He is one year older than Taylor. This kind of high-intensity competition is also a great test for Highfield.
The coach came over and said, "We are at a point disadvantage. You are now four points behind Taylor."
Highfield's expression suddenly became solemn. If it were the four points difference in the previous rounds, Highfield would not take it to heart at all. But now in the last round of the game, his opponent is still Kevin Taylor. It is almost impossible to recover this four-point disadvantage.
At the end of the game, if both sides still have not knocked out their opponents, the outcome will ultimately be decided by points. At that time, Highfield, who is behind in points, will lose the game and lose the WBA boxing championship belt.
"It's the last round, and my physical strength is almost at the bottom. Taylor won't be any better than me. He must be at the end of his strength. Maybe I can knock him down with just one more attack!" Heyfield thought. Here, I decided to make a last ditch effort.
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Taylor always maintains a fast breathing rhythm. The high-intensity competition consumes too much of his physical energy and causes his muscles to produce a large amount of lactic acid. He must inhale more oxygen to break down the lactic acid in his body as quickly as possible. Lose.
"It's the last round, and I'm ahead by four points. More importantly, I still have physical fitness! Coach Li is right, I can play the full twelve rounds." Taylor can feel that he has the remaining His physical strength is enough to support him to launch two or three more attacks.
"Actually, as long as I hold on, I can win. In just one round, it is impossible for Highfield to catch up with the four-point gap." Taylor thought of this and turned to ask Iris next to him: " Coach, it’s the last round, what should I do? Attack or defend?”
"What do you think? Are you going to attack or defend?" Iris asked.
"I don't know," Taylor replied.
Iris smiled slightly: "Kevin, the game is now, there is only one last round left. As a coach, I have done everything I can, so for the next game, I will leave it to you to choose whether to attack or defend. , it’s up to you to decide, the advice I can give you is to follow your original intention.”
"Original intention?" Taylor's eyes flashed with confusion.
"Yes." Iris nodded seriously: "You are a boxer. When you stand in the boxing ring, you have to not only pursue victory, but also show your true self, a The real Kevin Taylor!"
Taylor seemed to understand what Iris meant. He stood up and strode to the center of the ring.
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The bell rings to start the final round.
Highfield changed from his normal state, leaning forward and throwing a punch at the same time to test.
"Does Highfield want to attack? He must have realized that he was behind in points, so he chose to attack proactively. But having said that, although Highfield is known as a heavyweight defensive master, his offensive level is also among the best in the world. He Although his punches are not the strongest, in close range attack and defense, his skills and speed can make every opponent suffer."
As soon as the commentator finished speaking, Highfield indeed approached Taylor.
As a former Olympic bronze medalist, Highfield's skills are impeccable. His fists are characterized by being fast and tricky. One punch may not directly knock out the opponent, but it can definitely cause a lot of damage to the opponent. , and when the killing effects continue to accumulate, small injuries become major injuries, and eventually become fatal injuries.
To put it simply, Highfield's fist is like running water. Even the angular stones will turn into smooth pebbles after being continuously washed by the water.
However, Taylor obviously belongs to that kind of hard stone. His ability to withstand beatings is the best among heavyweight boxing. His fighting style also determines that he must be beaten before he wants to beat someone. Therefore, Taylor did not flinch in the face of Highfield's attack. He directly faced it. After avoiding the vital position, he also punched Highfield.
In another flash of lightning, the two quickly exchanged words and then hugged each other.
This situation has happened many times in the past few rounds. Hayfield attacked, and Taylor chose to attack each other, and then each punched the opponent's body. They may not have hit. In short, no one took advantage of the opponent. , then the two either moved away from each other or hugged each other, letting the referee separate the two.
"Same as before, I hit him and he hit me." Highfield looked at Taylor on the opposite side. He recalled the confrontation just now and found that Taylor's movements did not appear slow.
"Tyler can still play, how much physical energy does he have left?"
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Taylor's chest rose and fell, breathing heavily. For him, every attack consumed a lot of energy.
"In the previous confrontation, Highfield hit me and I also hit him. They were both effective hits. We each lost one point, so I still have a four-point advantage. The remaining time in the game has already Not much, as long as I defend conservatively, then victory will belong to me!"
The word "defense" came to Taylor's mind, but it made him feel very awkward.
"Defense? Damn it, I'm Kevin Taylor. Why does the word 'defense' appear in my dictionary? Is it because I'm old? Have I become a coward even in the game? I keep retreating and dodging like a coward. , making the remaining time so tight and delaying the game to the end, that is not what I, Kevin Taylor, want to do! When I started learning boxing from the first day, Angie told me that boxing is about knocking down the opponent. !”
Taylor couldn't help but think of his adoptive father Angie, and the next second, his eyes were full of heat.
"I am Kevin Taylor. What I pursue is not just victory. I want to move forward and KO my opponent. That is my only goal in the game! Only constant offense is the real me!"
The next second, Taylor moved forward decisively.
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"Taylor is attacking again!" Highfield quickly dodged and avoided Taylor's attack.
"It's really menacing. It's the last round. He's four points ahead. As long as he defends, he can get a voice, but he's still attacking!" Highfield looked at Taylor in surprise. He felt that if it were him, , in this case, they will definitely choose to hide and defend, run out of time, and wait for victory to come.
"Is Taylor just going to KO me? But this kind of attack will not only consume more energy, but also expose flaws. This is equivalent to giving me a chance to make a comeback at the last moment. I just need to take advantage of it When he attacks, give him a fatal blow and you might knock him down!"
When Hayfield thought of this, he suddenly became excited, as if he saw hope.
"Hoo, ho, ho!"
Taylor attacked again and threw out a combination of punches, causing the sound of wind to reach Highfield's ears. In fact, his fist was faster than the wind. Highfield only managed to avoid Taylor's fist. I heard the fist wind.
"What a ferocious attack!" Highfield was startled, and the excitement that had just arose was immediately extinguished.
"Tyler really wants to knock me out! If such a heavy punch hits the vital part, I will be knocked out!"
"If I get knocked out, I will not only lose this game, but I will also lose ugly!"
"I am only four points behind now. This can only be regarded as a slight disadvantage. If I lose the game with a slight disadvantage, at least I will look better!"
"There's not much time left, do you want to fight again? I have a chance to KO Taylor."
"But he also has a chance to KO me! I've already fought a round, am I going to be beaten to the ground by Taylor in the last round?"
At this second, Highfield was caught in a fierce struggle. A little angel with a halo and a little devil with double horns seemed to appear above his head. They were arguing fiercely.
"Should we fight, or should we hide?"
Highfield didn't know what to choose, but his body made the decision for him.
Taylor launched a new attack.
Highfield chose to retreat without hesitation.
This was not an action he made after thinking, but an instinctive reaction from his body.
Highfield's instinct told him that in the face of this situation, he should retreat!
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Under the boxing ring, when Highfield chose to retreat, Ayres let out a sigh of relief.
"He's moving forward and he's retreating! The game is over! We won..."