Chapter 11 (1/2)

Wei Ran was given 15 minutes to rest in the ring. Such a fierce fight was just a breath.

But the boxing ring has the largest audience. No audience will have patience to wait for a long time. These 15 minutes are just for many viewers to figure out how to bet in the gambling game.

After drinking a bottle of water, Wei Ran stood up and walked to the training room outside the lounge.

The next fight is a one-on-one cold weapon fight. This kind of fight is very dangerous. After shooting, life and death will be divided within one or two moves. It doesn't consume much physical energy, but it consumes a lot of mental energy.

Wei Ran has never practiced cold weapons, which is his weakness. But that doesn't mean that he was completely helpless. When he just passed by the instrument room, he saw that there were some weapons on the weapon rack that he could skillfully use.

Axe is the only cold weapon Wei Ran can use skillfully. This stems from a training method he used before to exercise his explosive power - cutting trees.

In fact, many top professional boxers have used cutting trees or pumping tires to exercise their explosive power. Just like in traditional martial arts, many kinds of boxing exercise their whole strength by shaking big shots.

Wei Ran once worked in a forest farm in South America to find that kind of big tree. He practiced his explosive power one axe at a time. He had to cut at least 1000 times a day with a standard attitude.

That kind of training lasted for several months, and the number of times of waving the long handle logging axe reached more than 100000, which completely achieved the situation of the unity of man and axe. Waving and chopping can exert great power.

Now, although cutting people is not as good as cutting trees, the principle of using axes is the same.

Wei Ran came to the training room to relax and prepare for the next game. After all, although the process of fighting with cold weapons is fast, the contest of mental strength and consciousness between the enemy and ourselves will take a long time before the fight. Only when you are absolutely sure, will you swing a fatal blow to determine the outcome. This process is very mind consuming.

To Wei's surprise, there was a man kneeling in the middle of the training ground. Seeing him taking the lead with the moon, wearing a traditional kimono and a Taidao at his waist, he knew he was a Japanese warrior.

The other party also noticed Wei Ran. He was not as vigilant as Wei Ran. On the contrary, his eyes were very calm, Gu Jing had no wave, kept kneeling, put his hands on his knees and nodded slightly.

Seeing that the other party was not hostile, Wei Ran kept a certain distance from him and sat in front of him.

This distance is very subtle. If it is closer, it is easy to enter the attack range of the other party. A little further, although it is safe, it is not suitable for the psychological offensive Wei Ran wants to launch.

It is this short distance that can give Wei ran a strong sense of oppression even if he is sitting. In particular, the warrior in front of him is no more than one meter seven. In the face of a giant like Wei Ran, he will never feel a small sense of oppression.

The samurai is over 50 years old. His blood is decaying, his hair is a little gray, his skin is dark and full of wind and frost wrinkles, but he still can't hide the fierce spirit of long-standing fighting in his eyebrows. His eyes were half closed and he didn't care about Wei Ran's psychological tactics.

”Are you my next opponent?” Wei Ran asked.

The warrior nodded. ”Weisang's game is very wonderful. You are a top fighting expert.”

His tone was as calm as water, without waves, indicating that his apparent calm was not disguised. This means that this person has a very strong psychological quality, which is a very important indicator for cold weapon fighters.

Wei Ran looked dignified. The warrior was an expert in killing people with swordsmanship. The next duel didn't seem so easy to deal with.

”It looks like you are not a boxer controlled by gangs and businessmen like us. Why do you want to participate in such a competition?”

The warrior raised his head slowly and said expressionless, ”if Wei sang only regards the next duel as a competition, you have lost.”

”For me, life and death duel is also a competition, a competition with death.”

”Ha ha.” The samurai smiled. It was not the kind of skin laughing and meat not laughing, but a sincere smile.

”When I just saw Wei sang passing through the instrument room, I looked at the long handled axe on the weapon rack. Is that the weapon you want to use next time?”

”Good!”

The warrior looked outside the training room. The blood was being cleaned on the ring, and the audience under the ring were still betting.

”Since Wei sang has this consciousness, I'm afraid you and I can only survive the next duel.”