Boxing God-Chapter 258: The Ultimate Showdown (Part Three)

The first round had been overly cautious, making the pace drag. Back in the corner, Coach Brown leaned in. “Keep your composure. Looks like Carl’s using a flexible strategy too, but there’s no need to be so careful. Next round, try pressing in—test his limits and figure him out.”
Jason Luo nodded. Continuing to hold back like this wasn’t a long-term solution. A real fight was inevitable sooner or later...
Across the ring, De La Hoya was giving Carl his own advice. “Listen, Carl, that kid’s no pushover. Be the aggressor in the next round. If you can gain the upper hand, crush him! If not, then build a points lead—win steady.”
Carl bristled at the warning, but remembering his narrow loss last time and Jason’s sharp form now, he swallowed his pride. “Fine. Next round, I’ll show him what I’m made of!”
De La Hoya quickly added, “Don’t get careless. Keep your eyes on his rear hand. We can’t afford a single mistake in this fight.”
The bell rang for round two!
Jason Luo charged straight out of his corner, unleashing a front-and-rear straight combo. But instead of evading, Carl braced himself, lifted his shoulder to absorb both punches, and immediately fired back with hooks and swings.
Jason instantly recognized the change—Carl was going to fight head-on this round.
Perfect!
After all the probing, a real clash was bound to happen eventually. Come on, then! Once you step into the ring, there’s no holding back—only one can be king!
A rush of excitement surged through Jason. He ducked under Carl’s counter, slipped aside, and stepped in close to launch a fierce assault.
Carl didn’t retreat either. He met Jason toe-to-toe, and the two finally exploded into a full-scale exchange!
The crowd went wild. This was what they had come for—to see heavy hitters trade bombs. The previous round, with both of them guarding their power punches like nuclear weapons, had left the audience disappointed.
But now? The moment the round began, both charged in without hesitation, as if they’d agreed beforehand!
The crowd didn’t understand the mental chess between the two, and frankly, they didn’t care. They just wanted to witness the Twin Stars collide and see who would stand tall in the end...
As the exchange unfolded, Jason quickly noticed how dangerous Carl’s counterpunches were. Every time he wound up for a heavy shot, Carl’s counter landed right on cue!
It completely disrupted his rhythm. Worse, that shoulder-lift defense was infuriating—at medium range, it blocked nearly all of Jason’s attack angles, slashing his offensive efficiency.
But Jason stayed relentless, attacking with conviction and maintaining constant pressure. He kept the distance tight—not close enough for grappling, but not far enough for Carl to use his jabs freely.
Still, Carl’s control of rhythm was more refined. So while Jason looked like the aggressor, the scorecards told another story. Despite the intensity, neither’s heavy punches were landing cleanly.
Jason, realizing Carl had grown accustomed to dictating the tempo, suddenly inserted a deliberate pause mid-combination halfway through the second round.
That momentary stop threw Carl’s rhythm off—his counter left a gap! Jason ducked low beneath his opponent’s punch and swung a massive right hook straight into Carl’s forehead.
Thud!
The dull, heavy sound echoed. Carl steadied himself, but his head snapped back noticeably, drawing a collective gasp from the arena!
Seeing his heavy punch connect, Jason pressed forward with a furious assault. But Carl quickly stepped back defensively. Within seconds, his focus returned, eyes clear once again.
Jason wasn’t satisfied—he kept hammering away, determined to break through Carl’s guard!
But Carl recovered fast and struck back hard. A quick inside straight disrupted Jason’s rhythm, followed immediately by a lightning-fast left uppercut!
Jason barely swayed in time—the punch grazed his cheek, sending a chill down his spine.
It was clear now that neither could finish the other quickly. Just as the tension peaked, both men cooled their aggression simultaneously.
Jason began using rhythm breaks to bait Carl into misreading his timing. Carl caught on fast. He abandoned his stationary defense and switched to a movement-based, technical control style.
That’s when Jason’s troubles began.
Carl’s counterpunches and defense were already sharp, and now with him retreating proactively, closing the distance became nearly impossible.
Jason lunged in with swaying footwork—Carl met him with a string of jabs.
He tried circling from the flank—Carl’s shoulder roll blocked him every time. That defense was like a massive shield, no matter which angle Jason attacked from, it was always in his way.
By the second round’s end, Carl had clearly decided to play for points. Jason threw everything he had at him but couldn’t break through.
The second round ended...
Then the third...
And the pattern remained the same. Jason kept looking for a chance to trade big punches, but Carl refused to take the bait. The fight grew slow and methodical—boring to the untrained eye, yet undeniably effective for Carl.
“Damn it! That damned ‘Pretty Boy’ has turned a true brawler into this cautious point-chaser! Even if he wins like this, what’s the fun in that?”
“Exactly! Two heavy hitters reduced to this kind of fight—it’s disappointing. We’re already in the fourth round. If this keeps up till the end, Jason’s done for... Come on, Jason!”
“It’s tough now. Jason’s behind on points, and Carl controls the pace. Unless he can find a way to break that kite-fighting tactic...”
In the ring, Jason’s frustration boiled over. He began charging in recklessly, abandoning his jab defense altogether. With the point gap widening, there was only one option left—to gamble it all!
But Carl stayed calm. He didn’t want to drag it out either, but Jason’s earlier heavy punch had made one thing clear—his opponent could knock him out at any time. Trading blows with someone like that would be suicide.
This was a world title unification match.
Carl reminded himself over and over: Stay composed. Victory above all else.