*Chapter 200: Knocked Out Nine Times*

*Bang Bang Bang~*

As the match began, Paul seemed to be on fire, abandoning defense entirely and charging straight at Hasim for a decisive battle.

"Richard, did you give Paul something? How is he still fighting?" Norman asked in surprise.

"Nonsense, I just gave him a few words of encouragement," Richard replied. During a match, non-staff members aren't allowed to approach the fighters, so he had only shouted a few words from a distance.

"Roar!" On the ring, after a few exchanges, Paul suddenly let out a roar and smashed his right fist toward Hasim.

*Bang Bang Bang~*

Three consecutive heavy punches: the first broke through Hasim's defense, the second struck Hasim's forehead, and the third hit the air.

Hasim went down after the second punch, and Paul's third punch missed, causing him to stumble and fall on top of Hasim.

The referee rushed over to separate the two.

Paul staggered to his feet as the referee began counting. After ten seconds, Hasim couldn't get up.

"Wow! Paul won!" Mike, Norman, Andy, and Bob Royet all shouted from the audience. Everyone had thought Paul was going to lose, but against all odds, he made a comeback.

The crowd cheered loudly; the match was incredible. At first, the two heavy hitters exchanged powerful blows, and by the end, Paul was exhausted and out of steam.

Just as it seemed he was about to lose, he pulled off a miraculous reversal, finishing the fight with three punches. It was truly amazing.

"Paul, the champion!" Norman shouted.

"Paul, the champion!" Many fans in the audience echoed the chant.

"Owooo~" Paul excitedly waved his fists and howled at the sky. He had been a wolf, but after tonight, he was Paul, the Wolf King.

"Richard, thanks to you, Paul really came through. You'd make a great coach," Andy laughed.

"This was all Paul’s effort. I didn’t do much," Richard said, clapping his hands.

"Ha-ha, no matter whose credit it is, Paul is now the champion. That’s something to celebrate," Bob Royet, the manager, smiled.

"Yes, and on top of Paul winning the championship, we also made a lot of money. Tonight, we party until we drop!" Norman laughed.

"Of course, the party's already set," Andy smiled.

In the ring, the referee raised Paul's arm, and WBC North America Chairman Tim Green draped the international champion's gold belt over Paul's shoulder.

"Roar!" Paul stood on the ropes, lifting the gold belt high. His mouth stretched into a wide grin. Just as he had always said, he wanted to stand at the highest point of the ring and lift the gold belt.

Today, he did it.

"Wow, that's so cool!" Norman clapped his hands. "Richard, do you think Paul has a chance to win the world championship belt?"

Richard smiled softly, "Maybe!"

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After the match, the group went to the Bellagio Hotel for a wild party. Andy even brought in some dancers, and the atmosphere was lively.

"Cheers!" The group clinked their glasses together.

"Ha-ha, today was fantastic, and I got the gold belt," Paul laughed, looking at the belt on him.

"Paul, congratulations. Now the three of us are officially the Three Musketeers of the Bronx," Mayweather laughed.

"Yes, the Three Musketeers," Paul laughed heartily, then sighed, "If only this was the world champion's gold belt. You've got two world belts, Richard's got three, and I've just got the international champion's belt."

"Paul, don't be in a rush. There are more heavyweights, and the further you go, the tougher it gets. Lightweight and light heavyweight are simpler; we're not comparable," Richard smiled.

"Yes, Paul, getting the international gold belt is a big deal. You should be happy," Mike patted his shoulder.

"Alright, I am happy. After all, it is a gold belt," Paul grinned as he grabbed the belt.

"Paul, tell us about the match. In the first few rounds, you were getting beaten badly by Hasim, knocked down twice, and it looked like you were going to lose. How did you still have the strength to fight back in the fourth round?" Mayweather asked.

"Ha-ha, before the match, Richard told me to test Hasim's strength first. If I could take it, then fight slowly; if not, go all out. After taking a few punches from that guy, I suddenly realized that his punches were much weaker than Richard's. I could last so long under Richard's fists, so I wasn’t afraid of him.

So I kept fighting and defending. I was planning to counterattack in the middle rounds, but I couldn’t hold back and exploded early. In the last round, I almost couldn’t hold on.

But then I remembered training with Richard. Every time, by the end, I couldn’t even move a finger, but he still forced me to explode one last time.

Today, when I heard Richard’s reminder, I found that feeling again and had a little burst of strength at the end, ha-ha, one punch to decide the outcome."

Paul excitedly waved his fist.

"Is Richard’s training really that tough?""Very intense. I trained with him for fifteen days, got knocked down at least 150 times, and was knocked out 9 times, even with headgear on. After getting used to Richard's heavy punches, facing Hasim didn't make me nervous at all."

"Really knocked out 9 times?" Norman asked in surprise.

"Yes, it's recorded in the medical files," Andy replied with a smile.

"Richard, you're ruthless!" The group gave him a thumbs-up.

"Well, at least Paul got the gold belt, didn't he?" Richard shrugged and smiled.

"Yes, otherwise, those hits would have been for nothing," Mike laughed.

"Hey, enough talk! The ladies are here, let's get the party started!" Norman said, wrapping his arms around two hot girls with a grin.

"Yeah, let's party!" Paul, Mayweather, and the others also each grabbed two girls.

"Hey, Richard, aren't you joining?" Andy asked.

"You guys go ahead; I have to shoot a scene tomorrow," Richard said, waving them off as he picked up a cue stick and started playing pool with one of the girls.

After a while, around nine in the evening, as the party became increasingly wild, Richard left the Bellagio Hotel early and returned to the three-star hotel where the film crew was staying.

"Hey, Richard, how was the match tonight?" Sandra asked as they met at the hotel entrance. She had just returned from filming a night scene with the crew.

"Pretty good, Paul won," Richard briefly recapped the match.

"If I had known he'd win, I would've bet more money," Sandra said regretfully. She had bet $1,000 after hearing Richard's tip. "Did you really bet a million?"

"Yes, a million."

"Then you made over four million! Remember to buy me a drink," Sandra said enviously.

"No problem," Richard smiled. "Did you finish filming the night scene?"

"Yes, but there are four scenes left, and you're needed for all of them," Sandra said, stretching her neck.

Richard nodded as they reached the door of his hotel room.

"Want to come in for a cup of coffee?"

"What?" Sandra paused, looking at him suspiciously.

"Uh, don't get the wrong idea, just a simple coffee," Richard said, raising his hands.

"Just coffee? Then forget it. Who goes in just for coffee?" Sandra smirked.

"..."

"Haha, just kidding. Let's chat for a bit," Sandra chuckled and walked into the room.

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*(End of the Chapter)*