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On August 2nd, Jason Luo traveled to New York with his coaching team.
Madison Square Garden is a household name in America. Major events—concerts, political rallies, boxing matches, and basketball games—are held there almost every day, making it one of the country's most iconic venues.
Located above Pennsylvania Station—the largest railway hub in New York—the arena greets travelers with its massive presence the moment they step outside. It's truly one of the city's landmarks.
For boxing, its significance runs even deeper. Legends like Muhammad Ali, Joe Frazier, Roberto Durán, and Mike Tyson have all left their mark in this very ring. That's why fighters who step into this arena do so with unmatched passion—fans even call it the Miracle Garden!
Tomorrow's event here was titled "Night of the Heavy Hitters!"
The main event would feature a rematch between two of boxing's modern giants—Deontay Wilder and Tyson Fury!
There would also be a light heavyweight clash between Dmitry Bivol and Callum Johnson.
The organizers had gathered some of the sport's most powerful punchers from the middleweight and heavyweight divisions, drawing the attention of the entire boxing world. Media from around the globe had descended on New York, joined by movie stars, business moguls, and political figures eager to witness the spectacle.
Although Canelo Álvarez is widely regarded as boxing's biggest star, in the sport's hierarchy, the heavyweight champion has always been the true center of attention.
Since Lennox Lewis retired, the heavyweight division has lacked a dominant ruler. Wilder, Fury, and Anthony Joshua rose to become the "Big Three," but after Wilder's loss to Fury last year, his fall from the throne completely reshaped the division.
That's why this rematch has drawn so much attention—if Wilder loses again, a unification bout between Fury and Joshua would be inevitable, a fight that could redefine modern heavyweight boxing...
In the hotel, Coach Brown was applying a blood-circulation ointment to Jason Luo's back, the kind that made his whole body burn and sweat profusely.
"You've been training way too hard lately," Brown said. "If you don't loosen up, those tight muscles will hurt your performance tomorrow. Jason, relax! The bigger the fight, the calmer you need to be. And remember—don't take Siham's heavy punches head-on! Focus on your evasions!"
Jason nodded. "Coach, Siham hasn't fought in over six months. Do you think he's changed?"
Brown shook his head slowly. "Hard to say. But we can't underestimate him. He's been lying low for months, conserving his energy for a shot at Morell. Who knows—he might have something new prepared. Be on guard at all times."
At that moment, Rod and Raul walked in. "What a scene it's gonna be tomorrow!" Rod said excitedly. "Holyfield, Mayweather, Dillian Whyte, Márquez—tons of legends will be there! Not to mention movie stars, business tycoons, and politicians. It's massive… Kid, the spotlight's yours!"
Jason gave a faint smile. "They're not here to see me. No one cares about the undercard."
"Don't say that, Jason," Rod countered. "Every superstar started this way. If you perform well, those people—true boxing insiders—will see your potential. With their influence, just a few good words about you could change everything."
Jason shook his head. "I'm not interested in hype. All I care about is victory. In the end, only skill speaks."
"Hah, you've got the right mindset," Raul said approvingly.
Rod's tone shifted as he shared new intel. "David Morell's fight with Plant ended in a draw. That means he has to accept a challenger from below next. This is our shot—if you beat Siham, the company guarantees you a title challenge within two months!"
Jason's eyes lit up. That was a major opportunity—once Morell unified the titles, getting a shot at him would be almost impossible.
Brown frowned thoughtfully. "But you can bet Siham's heard the same news. He'll come at you with everything he's got. Expect him to fight like a madman. You must be careful!"
Raul added nervously, "Most people are siding with Siham. Some even predict Jason won't last two rounds. Maybe we should fight more conservatively?"
Brown shook his head firmly. "No. Siham's in his prime—his stamina is insane. Playing it safe will only build his momentum. We've got to suppress him! Don't let him find his rhythm. Control the distance, and if you need to, clinch! Forget pride—winning is all that matters!"
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The team discussed every possible scenario late into the night, refining strategies and countermeasures until they were satisfied.
The next day, the defining match of Jason Luo's career began!
At Madison Square Garden, Jason's fight against Siham was the opening bout—a warm-up for the heavyweight championship. Still, serving as the undercard for such an event was already a tremendous honor.
The announcer's voice boomed across the packed arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Garden of Miracles! Tonight, we bring you a feast for fans of the heavy hitters! Our opening contest is the WBA Intercontinental Championship bout—also a Super Middleweight Interim Title Eliminator! Introducing, from Chicago—the rising star—Jason Luo! And his opponent... the Short Barrel... Siiiham!"
The announcer's drawn-out call electrified the crowd. Under the spotlight, Siham emerged first, his shoulders draped with the gleaming Intercontinental Championship belt. He stormed forward, slapping his chest protector and roaring like a beast—his thick body hair and powerful frame giving him the look of a wild brute entering battle.
Jason followed soon after, dressed as always in his red cape and red shorts. Under the bright lights, his sharp, composed features radiated calm determination.
There weren't many fans there specifically for Jason—most had come for the heavyweight main event, and ticket prices were sky-high.
But he didn't mind. Before stepping into the ring, he waved and bowed to the cheering crowd in gratitude.
Once both fighters entered, Siham locked his fierce eyes on Jason, trying to intimidate him. Jason remained calm. If looks could win fights, he thought, there'd be no need to step into the ring.
After removing his cape and warming up, the referee went through the standard pre-fight routine, then signaled for the fighters to touch gloves. Their fists collided with a sharp thud—a clear sign that both were tightly wound with tension. The referee felt the pressure; whenever heavy hitters clashed, he had to stay alert to prevent dangerous accidents.
The referee's arm dropped. The match officially began!
Both started cautiously, exchanging probing jabs. The stakes were too high—neither would risk their hard-earned standing.
Jason moved carefully, using his front-hand punches to control distance. He needed to gauge Siham's power for himself—only by feeling it firsthand could he truly judge it.
Siham, meanwhile, stayed patient, analyzing Jason's defense and looking for openings.
The feeling-out phase dragged on. With Siham holding back his power punches, Jason didn't dare overcommit. Both were still fresh, fully energized—one clean hit at this stage could end the fight instantly, and both knew it.
Siham had seen Jason's knockout of Charlison, so despite all his pre-fight bravado, he didn't take Jason lightly.
The two circled warily, neither willing to throw first. Jason scored a few light points with his front-hand punches, but they barely mattered.
Finally, Siham saw it—Jason wasn't going to make the first move. Enough waiting.
He feinted with his right, stepped in, and unleashed two consecutive heavy hooks!
Jason, sharply focused, ducked under the first swing and came back up, bracing both arms to block the second.
He caught it—but his expression changed. That was heavy!
He managed to absorb it, but one thing was clear—Siham hadn't even gone all out yet.
This fight was going to be dangerous...
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