pjbooks Chapter 144 The Hot-tempered Little Sister, Dominating the Entire Scene!
Chapter 144 The Hot-tempered Little Sister, Dominating the Entire Scene!
Chapter 144 The Hot-tempered Little Sister, Dominating the Entire Scene!
"Oh bro, I can already see $500 beckoning to me."
Also attracted was Franklin, who was about 180 cm tall and weighed at least 85 kg.
Among young Black men, those who are both young and strong are very popular with middle-aged and older women.
The key is that he is not addicted to drugs, and that alone is enough to leave his peers far behind.
Seeing that he was about to show off his skills, Ma Jieke and Donya exchanged a glance, their understanding unspoken.
If you win the championship, wouldn't we two semi-professional players lose face?
Those who frequently practice boxing know that in punching power tests, simply having brute force doesn't guarantee a high score.
The real source of power isn't the fist, but the legs and waist. The legs are responsible for pushing off the ground, and the waist is responsible for rotation.
At least 80% of the power comes from the explosive power of the lower limbs and core muscles, rather than simply the strength of the arms.
This theory was no different from elementary school arithmetic for Majac and Tonya; they already knew it by heart.
Seeing a group of muscular men of different skin colors walking towards her, Aura excitedly said, "Wow, I can feel everyone's enthusiasm! Everyone line up, one by one, you muscular men!"
Soon, the punching power testing machine was surrounded by contestants and onlookers.
The first to appear was a tattooed man with a flushed face, clearly drunk, who walked over swaying his head.
*Thud!* A punch landed askew, clearly missing its mark. After the target rose up, numbers started flashing on the electronic screen.
First, we determined the units digit and the tens digit, which remained at 78. The hundreds digit jumped around for a while before popping up a big zero.
"Pfft..." The onlookers couldn't hold back any longer. Was this some kind of myasthenia gravis?
These entertainment-oriented punching power testing machines usually use scores to display striking power. Even a normal person who lacks regular training can easily score over 200 points with a single punch.
Hearing the snickers, the tattooed man lost his temper, aimed at the target again, and fired another shot, finally bringing the score to 229.
Although the scores returned to normal, there was no hope of getting a ranking; they had to leave the competition.
Next, all sorts of powerful fighters took to the stage, with their hit values generally ranging from 200 to 400. Occasionally, two fighters hit over 450, which was enough to elicit cheers from the entire audience.
Just when everyone thought there would be no breakthrough, a striking sound that was clearly louder than the others rang out.
Everyone instinctively looked at the screen, where the red numbers jumped wildly before reaching a high value of 627.
"Nice! Nice!"
"Watch out, you weaklings! Let's see who the real Los Angeles boxing champion is!"
The guy who hit that number was bald. He wasn't very tall, and his muscles weren't particularly developed, but his punches were incredibly powerful.
Sure enough, the less hair one has, the stronger one is in combat.
Aura exclaimed dramatically from the side, "Wow, that was a powerful strike! Do you want to continue?"
"No thanks." The bald man wisely chose to stop while he was ahead, continuing his trash talk: "Excuse me for being blunt, ma'am, but I'm definitely going to be the champion. My few rookies behind me can barely manage to get second or third place."
"Is that so, buddy? Well, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. Step aside, you fake boxing champion."
A voice came from behind him; it was Xiao Fu, who was right behind him.
Seeing that Xiao Fu had also come to participate, the chubby auntie looked quite excited: "Wow, it's you, Cool Bro! I believe in you. Come on, let's teach him a lesson."
Under the watchful eyes of a group of people, Xiao Fu first stretched his shoulders a couple of times, and then activated the Ape God.
Push off with your right foot, rotate your hips, rotate your shoulder and extend your arm...
These steps all look very professional, clearly indicating that the person has practiced in private.
The result might be that they used too much force, and when it came to the last step, which was the shift of their center of gravity, their body suddenly stumbled.
Thump! Fortunately, it hit the target. The tens and units digits showed 19, and the hundreds digit flashed for a while before settling on 6.
619, only eight points behind the bald guy's 627.
Weight transfer: At the moment of exertion, shift your center of gravity forward (about 70% to your front foot), but maintain balance.
"Hey bro, that's not how you punch."
Tonya, who was standing behind him, couldn't stand it anymore and gave him some advice on the spot: "Your core strength is very good, but your center of gravity is a bit out of control. You can try to exhale sharply when you punch. Have you seen Bruce Lee's movies? The roar he made when he made a move was not only for the performance effect, but also to enhance explosive power and tighten the core."
"That's right. Another thing is the smoothness of power transmission. Try to keep your body aligned, especially your shoulders and arms. Theoretically, when you punch, it should be a straight line."
Ma Jie also chimed in, eager to offer his own advice, only to be met with disdain from the onlookers. "You're an Asian, teaching a black man how to box?"
Can you teach me? No, I can't. I don't have that ability, you know that, right?
Under the guidance of the two "masters," Xiao Fu chose to take a second shot, since the challenge rules allowed him to throw two punches anyway.
The movement was exactly the same as before, except that when he threw the last punch, he subconsciously let out a battle roar of "Ha".
After the punching power value flashed frequently, it reached a total of 700 points!
"What?" This startled him greatly, and he stared in disbelief at his own record.
The bald man, who had just boasted about winning the championship, instantly lost his smug smile.
"Oh my God! That black guy scored the highest score of the game!" Ola shouted excitedly. "See that? That's the power of our black brothers! Muhammad Ali was black, George Foreman was black, Mike Tyson was black, and we blacks will rule this world! Long live the blacks! Yay!!!"
Hearing her boast about her race made onlookers of different skin colors feel awkward, especially the white people.
Black people rule the world? You go rule cotton then.
If you're talking about sports and music, I really won't agree with you. After all, sports has basketball god Michael Jordan, and music has pop king Michael Jackson. The first one to disagree is Tonya, who ranks right behind Xiao Fu.
Seeing that the contestant was a tall, Russian woman, Aura laughed with delight, "Okay, although today's theme party is a battle of tough guys, I think no one would be unwilling to see a beautiful woman perform. Come on, sister, let everyone see just how fierce you are."
As soon as she finished speaking, Donya walked up to the punching power testing machine, breathed on her fist, and swung her arm dramatically from the side, delivering a Russian-style swing punch.
Boom! The seemingly casual punch was incredibly powerful. After a loud thud, the machine even trembled twice.
The numbers started to jump, the units digit stopped at 8, the tens digit also stopped at 8, and the hundreds digit continued to flash for a few seconds before stopping at 8 as well.
"Ohhh!" Upon seeing this terrifyingly high number, the onlookers felt their scalps tingle and goosebumps rise on their arms.
Is that a human? That's a female bear, holy crap!
Although punching power testing machines are not very accurate, scoring above 800 points would require at least the skill of a professional boxer.
If you can score around 900 points, that's already champion-level fighting power.
Of course, this refers to pure numerical values, since boxing is not just about punching power; dodging and accuracy are equally important.
The reason why boxing champion Mike Tyson was so great was not because of the weight of his punches, but because of his extremely high evasion rate and extremely high hit rate.
"Wow!" Franklin, who was just immersed in happiness, was suddenly stunned and looked Tonya up and down, completely unaware of what was going on.
Aura's mouth was also half open, unable to speak at all. If you were a man, I could accept it, but this... this... this... is this right?
However, Donya seemed dissatisfied with her performance, doing a few one-arm giant loops as a warm-up, followed by a Russian swing punch.
This time it's even more exaggerated, the power level chart directly broke through the 900 mark and stopped at 901.
Seeing this number, she smiled with satisfaction and looked at Ma Jieke, who had not yet made a move: "It's your turn, Jieke. I lost to you in the boxing ring last time, so I must get my revenge this time. Although your fighting skills are better than mine, in a pure strength contest, not to be underestimated, you can only score around 800 points at most."
"Eight hundred points?" Upon hearing this prediction, Aura instantly switched to soap opera mode, letting out a Donald Duck-like laugh while slapping her thigh like Tom the cat: "Giggle giggle giggle, don't make me laugh, sis. I admit this guy looks pretty muscular, but he's still Asian after all."
"Do you have any idea what Asians are like? Asians are the most robbed ethnic group in the United States. It's not because they are rich, but because in the eyes of criminals, Asians represent weakness and easy to bully. Do you see anyone daring to touch our Black businesses? I'm not exaggerating, but if he can give me an 800, I will treat all the guests here to free drinks."
Although Aura's words were clearly racially biased, the general public didn't react much.
After all, there wasn't a single Asian person in the bar besides Jack Ma, so who would care whether he was discriminated against?
Donya knew Majek's strength very well; after all, she had personally taken a punch from him, and the feeling was indeed quite intense.
He directly confirmed with Aura, "Okay, you said it yourself. Anyone who goes back on their word is a little dog."
"Wait a minute." Aura glanced at the silent Majesty, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "What if he loses?"
"I lost." Ma Jieke also smirked. "I'll cover everything!"
Wow! This caused quite a stir, with cheers and screams erupting everywhere. Anyway, no matter who the final winner is, they can get something for free tonight.
The only thing to blame is the event organizers for being too cunning. For $10, you only get unlimited industrial beer; if you want something different, you have to pay extra.
In the US, beer retails for a pitifully low price; when convenience stores in the lower-level communities have special offers, you can buy a can for as little as 80 cents.
Not to mention the kegs of draft beer in bars; you could stuff yourself to death and still not get your money's worth.
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