850!
"Not bad, not bad!"
"I bet your upper arm is hurting like crazy right now?"
The contestants had started taking their swings one by one; while the crowd was slowly warming up, the Boxers' coach was also dropping his knowledge around.
"Yes, coach! How did you know?"
"Well, years of experience, your punching angle was wrong so all the weight shifted to your upper arm!"
The gray-haired man was puffing up his chest as much as he could; even though I didn't really care, this situation had seriously pissed someone off.
"You'd think he saved the country, look at those airs he's putting on!"
With the opponent in his own lane drawing all the attention to himself, Sukrucuk had started boiling over; if he could, he would wring his neck right then and there.
"Let it go, bro, the higher he flies, the harder he's gonna crash."
