"ten!

"Nine!

"eight!

"seven!

"six!

"five!

"Four…

"three…

"...

"He's up!

"The Challenger Boxer is on his feet again!"

The boxing gym was boiling.

At this moment, standing on the boxing ring, apart from the referee in a white shirt, there are also two boxers with bare chests and covered in sweat...

One of the fighters was a bald man with a pot belly and an aquiline nose.

He is the boxing champion of New York State, with 32 victories in 32 battles in his career, and 20 KO opponents—the powerful Ralph McIntosh, known as the "New Testament Boxing Champion".

And the other boxer was an unknown city boy.

On the wooden door to his lounge, "Fargar Tayla" was scrawled crookedly in chalk. And even this misspelled name is rarely known.

The audience loves "New Testament Boxer", so they are disgusted with this ignorant downtown kid.

At that time, Father Taylor had just returned from the European battlefield. He still had sparse black hair on the top of his head, and his sharp jaw was not covered by a disheveled gray beard. A scar on his upper lip made him look a bit vicious.

After standing up again, his steps were still a little staggering.

Where am I?

what am i doing

The growls and shouts of the audience became one, a high-pitched buzz in Taro's ears.

He felt that his brain was like a pudding that had been shaken to pieces, and the memories and pictures hidden in the "pudding" emerged inexplicably.

It was freezing cold, and in the dark trench, he saw the shapeless monster rolling over with a hiccup-like sound. Without any sleepiness, he raised his frozen hand, aimed and shot...

He returned to China early due to injury, and took up his post in an orphanage in the lower city. Forty or so children had no conditions to take a bath in winter. In order to keep warm, they could only sleep in a large dormitory with closed windows. His memory is especially fresh.

Before deciding to participate in the boxing match, Snow, the comrade who returned home together, couldn't understand. They sat in the empty aisle while smoking and looking at the stars. Taylor, who always felt that his friend had something to say, finally waited until Snow spoke:

"Dude, have you really thought it through?

"Right now boxing is no joke...

"You are not young anymore, and you still have old injuries on your legs.

"If you really want to improve the situation of the little ones, I think there are many other ways."

At this moment, Taro, who was staggering, tried to adjust his balance, trying not to sway his body—it seemed that this would keep the brains in his head from swaying.

He felt that everything around him slowed down, as if his soul was out of his body. While watching himself staggering in the ring, he watched the conversation between himself and Snow at the beginning.

(yes dude, you're such a pompous...)

He couldn't see through Ralph McIntosh, he felt like he was punching a man of stone.

(…that’s why I let myself face this situation.)

McIntosh's shoulders and trapezius muscle together, like a towering mountain.

(Just like when you had to go to war... nothing but something you couldn't beat.)

Tai Luo, who has been bombarded by the "King of the New Covenant" to the point of being completely unhealthy, tried to concentrate on staring at his opponent, while looking at himself who was chatting with his friends about half a year ago.

With that overly optimistic calm, he said:

"Snow, did you see Newson today? It's the little boy with the bandages on his hands."

"I see. What's the matter?"

"You know, winter is coming—and winter is **** the poor.

"The orphanage doesn't have enough money to raise so many children, so we can only hire them to factories in the lower city in exchange for their daily food expenses...

"And this meager amount of food expenses can only be exchanged for bread mixed with sawdust.

"Snow, you didn't go to see the factory where they work...there is no place for people to stay.

"Newsom's **** are broken, and he's only twelve years old.

"He told me that he got dizzy while working, stepped on the machine and fell down...

"Dude—he's starving like that."

Snow, who originally planned to persuade Tai Luo not to participate in the boxing match, fell silent.

"Winter is especially harsh on the poor, my friend." Taylor shook his head, "I can't do much...

"My idea now is that at least this winter, and the whole year after that, they don't have to go to the factory anymore and don't have to eat that kind of bread."

(Oh, I see.)

At this moment, Taylor, who was in the boxing ring, suddenly gained a firm footing.

The brain no longer swayed, and the roars of the audience around him could be heard clearly.

("Go home, you stinky downtown bug!")

I remember what it was for...

Looking at Taylor's slackened eyes before, Mackintosh, who was waiting for the weird kid opposite to fall by himself, suddenly found that the opponent seemed to have changed.

His breathing became heavy, and his slack eyes returned to clarity, as if...

Mackintosh thought his imagination was absurd, but he really felt that—

It turned out to be a pair of falcon eyes staring at the rabbit.

Enraged by the look, the boxer intends to continue cornering his opponent and punch him on the cheek and jaw in the same way...

However, he was unsuccessful.

The nameless boy in front of him, who had clearly lost his strength before, slipped out of his encirclement with ease at this moment.

Mackintosh panicked - because his physical strength had also reached its limit.

Downtown Boys vs. "New Testament Champion".

This weird and absurd boxing match is still going on...

Soon, he found that his fist could not hit the opponent.

Even if you hit it, you have to endure it firmly.

The little-known kid in front of him seemed to have become an unbeatable person.

Finally, as if with a premonition, Mackintosh watched helplessly as the opponent dodged his obviously impetuous punch.

He didn't waste the opportunity, got into his arms and threw a nice right uppercut.

McIntosh couldn't even remember the countdown process afterwards. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the audience lifting the new boxing champion.

The lonely old boxing champion obviously didn't expect that the boy from the city who was enjoying the moment of glory was actually thinking about:

This winter, the kids don't have to go to the factory and get something decent to eat.

…

…

"ten!

"Nine!

"eight!

"seven!

"six!

"five!

"Four…

"three…

The puppet in the white shirt walked away, and Father Taylor, who was in the Midnight Paradise, grabbed the reins and stood up reluctantly.

His nose was covered with blood, but his eyes were surprisingly calm.

He was observing the "King of Boxing~lightnovelpub.net~" in front of him, a corpse of a mystery seeker who was enslaved by Peter Pan wearing a blood-stained mask.

He was taller and taller than Ralph McIntosh, but his movements were much slower, and his fists were not as powerful as the "New Testament Champion" back then.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the priest muttered something, but no one present could hear him clearly.

But those words couldn't escape Sean's ears:

"The footsteps are amateurish."

"Twenty years ago...

"I can knock you out in the first round."

Saying so, Taro stood still and rearranged his boxing frame.

Those eyes were the same as the young boxer who stood up again after being knocked down by Ralph McIntosh in the Freer Boxing Gym in New York City twenty years ago.

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