Chapter 271 Pre-match conflict
Click!
Something shattered.
When everyone at the scene saw it, they immediately exploded.
The reporters were surprised and delighted, and quickly focused their cameras on this scene, with continuous shutter sounds.
The on-site staff rushed forward quickly, standing between Du Sheng and Huste to suppress the escalation of the situation.
They encounter this kind of scene every year and handle it with ease.
"Ahem——"
Hust coughed repeatedly as if he was suffering. He stretched out his hand to wipe his mouth, and found a broken front tooth.
"Fake!"
He was furious and rushed towards Du Sheng, but the staff managed to stop him with great effort.
Juste was really furious.
He didn't even get into the ring yet, so he was injured first.
And his front teeth were smashed by a bottle of Wahaha drink.
This is simply image shattering!
Although it has little impact on combat effectiveness, it does not matter in terms of face.
After all, he had just finished talking about breaking Du Sheng's bones, but his teeth were knocked out by Du Sheng.
This is so embarrassing!
Neon reporters at the scene also defended him and condemned Du Sheng's barbaric behavior.
"Despicable sneak attack!"
“Total lack of sportsmanship!”
The reporters from the East suppressed their laughter and slapped Hust fiercely, trying to capture the missing teeth when he bared his teeth and roared.
Seeing Hust still approaching menacingly.
The staff quickly gathered around and tried their best to prevent the two from meeting.
On the other side, there were also staff watching Du Sheng closely to prevent conflicts from breaking out.
Just like a raging lion, he waved his fist and roared at Du Sheng.
He is truly a four-time champion, and three or four security guards cannot hold him down.
"Brush!"
Seeing the opponent approaching, Du Sheng suddenly took action and instantly grabbed Hust's waving wrist.
This scene silenced the entire audience.
Hust was also confused.
He knew in his heart that the power of his punch was definitely more than 800 pounds.
Even if the strength is reduced, it is still 700 pounds (630 kilograms).
Du Sheng caught it with one hand?
The next moment, he suddenly felt a numbness in his wrist, like an electric shock.
Before he could react, Du Sheng raised his hand and pressed it down with a twist.
Hust was shocked and subconsciously raised his foot to kick Du Sheng away.
Unexpectedly, the other party just leaned sideways and lightly poked his knee joint, and the calf became numb as if he had been electrocuted.
Hust felt his knees weaken, his center of gravity lost, and he almost lost his balance.
The K1GP final press conference is always broadcast live.
This sudden incident quickly spread to Neon Public Television through the lens, and then spread to the world.
Audiences who were watching the simultaneous live broadcast of Yangshi Channel 5 also saw this scene in real time.
Seeing that Du Shengren was ruthless and didn't say much, the domestic audience clapped their hands and shouted excitedly.
After all, the weight difference between the two is 65 pounds.
Theoretically speaking, Hust should crush Du Sheng in terms of explosive power and ability to resist hits.
But everyone was shocked to see that no matter how much Hust roared or struggled, Du Sheng was able to suppress his attack with one hand.
He even used Sanda joint techniques to make the opponent almost lose his balance?
This incredible scene made the onlookers' jaws drop to the ground.
Especially the anti-fans of Saburo Matsuda and Kenji Tsuruta who were standing in front of the screen almost sprayed the screen with the water they just drank in their mouths!
What's going on?
How could a guy as big as Juste be restrained by Du Sheng with just one hand?
It only took a blink of an eye for both parties to make another move, and they were quickly separated by the vigilant security personnel.
Hust was supported by security personnel, moved to a corner of the venue, and helped to stop the bleeding.
When the reporters on the scene saw him, his face was red with anger, his teeth were leaking, and he was roaring at Du Sheng, and they all showed weird smiles.
No one expected that things would turn out like this.
Before the press conference, many reporters were actually muttering to themselves that this might be Du Sheng's last battle.
But the result is.
Before the game even started, Hust was the first to be injured.
I never expected it!
Although it was a bit of a surprise attack, the incident was caused by Hust's unbridled words.
The organizer quickly deployed additional manpower to control the situation and allow the Q&A to continue.
A reporter from Hong Kong Media Asia TV took the lead and asked excitedly:
"Brother Sheng, facing the super heavyweight 'four-time champion' Huste, do you still have the confidence to KO him?"
It seems that this is undoubtedly a fan.
"Of course."
Du Sheng took it for granted.
As soon as these words were spoken, another uproar was caused.
Some overseas reporters had long heard that this Asian boxer was very arrogant, but they did not expect that he would be so conceited when he opened his mouth and would not show any mercy to Hust.
Although at press conferences, boxers like to talk too much and even slander their opponents, they tend to leave some room for criticism.
"Are you so sure that you can beat Hust?"
"It's enough to hit him if you have the right hand. What's so weird about it?"
When Just returned, he almost burst into anger again when he heard Du Sheng's words.
The people on the team around him couldn't hold it back and shouted angrily:
"FUCK!"
"Boy Dongfang, weigh your own weight before speaking, otherwise you will be dead tonight!"
Their words were filled with anger and arrogance.
This is the foundation and sense of superiority that comes from fighting for ten years and winning four championships.
A white reporter looked at the irritable Husst and came up to talk: "Husst, what do you think of Du Sheng's response just now?"
The corners of Hust's eyes twitched, but he suppressed his anger with the comfort of the coach:
"An amateur who is filming is still a sick man of the East. Don't you think this is ridiculous?"
As soon as his words came out, the reporters around him became excited again.
Because these words smack of racial discrimination.
If Hust had not been a black man, I am afraid that this big label of racial discrimination would have been slapped on him long ago.
Despite this, it also made Xiangjiang and mainland audiences angry and retorted loudly:
"What, are you looking down on Asian boxers?"
"Fuck you, Asian boxers don't deserve to stand in the ring?"
"Shit, I just want to see him beaten to pieces by Du Sheng right now!"
"You damn nigga, do you really think that by deregistering your nationality and joining Holan, you will be regarded as a master?"
In the face of this anger, Juste looked indifferent.
This is what he really thinks.
If he hadn't been concerned about reputation and influence before, he wouldn't have even bothered to pretend.
As a citizen of a developed country, isn't it normal to look down on these backward bastards in the East?
Some foreign audiences and reporters who did not like Du Sheng fought back:
"Isn't it known to everyone at home and abroad that you are the sick men of the East?"
"If the organizer hadn't opened the back door for Du Sheng, would there be any Chinese who could beat him? Hust was just outspoken!"
"Yellow-skinned monkey, prepare the ambulance!"
There were constant quarrels off the court, many of them coming from Neon Boxing fans who came to see Du Sheng being beaten.
The reporter who asked the question saw this and hurriedly asked Hust:
"It seems that you are very confident. You are not really going to break Du Sheng's mouth full of teeth tonight, are you?"
"There is no stage for Asians in fighting. Not only will I smash his teeth, but I will also break his limbs with one punch!"
Hust snorted coldly, his words full of arrogance.
This is not his bragging.
He really didn't take the yellow boxers seriously.
In the past century, Asian countries have achieved nothing in fighting competitions above the middleweight level, and most of the time can only eke out a living in low-level competitions.
Even in a country like Neon, which has produced many boxing champions, no one has ever been able to make achievements in the middleweight class or above.
If Mark hadn't had something wrong with his health last time and the organizers were biased and wanted the Eastern market, how would Du Sheng have the chance to squeeze into the semi-finals?
This was not only what Hust thought, but also the Western reporters and audiences present had this consensus.
Many people didn't think his words were excessive.
It's just that Du Sheng has a tough mouth and a group of ignorant yellow-skinned monkeys are running high inside their heads.
A sharp-eyed reporter saw the disdain on Du Sheng's face and immediately followed him and asked:
"Mr. Du, Just tonight has made it clear that he wants to settle a score with you. Will you be afraid and run away?"
"Oh, I'm so scared."
Du Sheng looked scared, but there was a joke in his eyes:
I'm really afraid that you won't be able to raise enough medical expenses and let him die in the ring. ”
The tone of disdain and contempt was felt by everyone.
No wonder Neon Boxing fans hate him. Everyone at the scene has completely understood this.
Is this kid really the one who deserves a beating?
Moreover, the other party's words not only provoked Hust, but also made Western audiences look down upon.
"Fuck, yellow guy, what are you talking about?"
Hust's heart was burning with anger. He jumped up from his seat and roared at Du Sheng with a ferocious look on his face.
"I don't speak Chinese, can't you understand this? I'm saying you're a jerk!"
Du Sheng laughed out loud when he saw Juste was so angry and in a good mood.
Audiences from the Mainland and Xiangjiang were infected by the atmosphere and started to scream along with them.
It must be said that this conference has successfully ignited the passion and interest of countless audiences.
If you include live broadcasts at home and abroad, the number of people watching this conference is estimated to be over one million.
The reputation value above the field of vision soared by more than 20,000 in less than an hour.
The rise is like a rainbow!
If this continues, there will definitely be another surge tonight.
So cool!
However, Du Sheng's words directly ignited Just's anger.
Overwhelmed by old and new grudges, he stood up suddenly and rushed towards Du Sheng again with red eyes.
Not to be outdone, conflicts broke out between the two teams.
However, K1 is a top fighting organization after all and will never let the situation deteriorate further.
It's enough to add fuel to the fire, otherwise tonight's competition will be uncontrollable.
A human wall separated the two sides.
"Fuck, Fuck! Yellow-skinned monkey, I have to kill you tonight!"
At this time, Hust was simply going crazy with anger.
"For a guy just waiting to retire, you really take yourself seriously."
Du Sheng smoothed his collar slowly and responded calmly.
The pre-match press conference turned into an all-out showdown, and there were still people on Hust's side losing the prize, so naturally it couldn't continue.
Under the strong intervention of the organizers, both parties could only end it in a hurry.
Afterwards, the organizer explained to the media that this was just an emergency and that the evening game would be business as usual.
But for the reporters and viewers at the scene, it was a real eye-opener.
Conflicts at previous press conferences were mostly just for show.
Put on a show for everyone, just to heat up the atmosphere.
But this time it was different, both sides really started to take action!
What is even more surprising is that the Asian boxer, who was not very promising, actually injured the entire fighting team, including Hust.
Is this still the yellow guy that everyone thinks of as someone who gives in when trouble comes?
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(End of chapter)