The world is unpredictable!
Just when Yin Hu and the audience thought that beating that pretentious big guy from Arica, Mike, would be a piece of cake for him once again.
As the match started, the opponent remained unmoved.
When Yin Hu took the initiative to attack, aiming for the sa mid-section strike he had just used to win, the mont his fist swept to half a foot in front of his opponent, he suddenly realized sothing was wrong.
His fist could hardly move an inch further.
It was as if the opponent was covered in an invisible, indestructible shell, leaving no openings to attack.
Yin Hu froze.
Just a mont ago, he could take down the opponent with just a Monkey Fist, but now, he couldn’t manage it even after a few minutes?
He was about to quickly switch tactics to the Crane Fist...
Unexpectedly, the opponent let out a huge roar, swept with his long leg, and caught him off guard, sending him flying!
"Boom—" a sound echoed.
Yin Hu landed by the railing ten ters away, half of his body hanging on it, imdiately spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The sound was painful to hear.
The referee crisply announced: "10, 9, 8, 7...1! Player No. 1 from Arica wins, earning Team Arica a total of 40 points!"
The Imperial Team’s audience was stunned.
The previous victory was so exhilarating, yet this defeat was so unbelievable.
Wasn’t this soldier so strong and skillful just now?
How did suddenly... it not work?
No, no, no, it must have been just a technical mishap.
The crowd snapped out of it and cheered to encourage him again.
Yin Hu finally stood up, leaning against the railing, ready to get back into the fight.
Coincidentally, in the third matchup, he drew Mike once again.
In the midst of the enthusiastic cheers and applause, Xi Zuzi sighed softly, "This small body doesn’t have much blood to spit."
However, Yin Hu didn’t think like that on the field.
He carefully recalled his previous encounter with Mike, reflected on his mistakes, and decided to switch attack thods right from the start, using the Tiger Fist—also the form he was most proficient and familiar with from the Five-Animal exercises.
This ti, he was determined to make a coback!
minute later.
His "Tiger Fist" lasted three moves before being defeated.
minutes later.
In the fourth round, he lasted two moves before being defeated.
minutes later.
In the fifth round, as soon as he entered the ring, he was defeated without even having the chance to make a move.
...
Looking at the repeatedly defeated Yin Hu on the field, battered and unable to stand properly, the Imperial audience fell into silence, speechless.
The scores had drastically changed, from 80:30 in favor of the Imperial Team against Team Arica, to a tie at 90:90, and it looked like the opponent’s surpassing the Imperial Team was a re matter of ti.
After all, not only Yin Hu’s group, but also other groups on the field, were dominated by Arica’s players.
Xi Rubao pouted, "Watching these punches makes feel suffocated! I need to use the bathroom!"
Though she didn’t like Yin Hu, White Lotus’s disciple, she was initially pleased with his consecutive defeats, but now that Yin Hu was dragging the whole Imperial Team down, it dampened her mood.
She still loved her Empire!
A few minutes later, Xi Rubao ca running back, worried, "Hey, sis, do you know a lot of people are going to lose big ti? Rember that old man who bet everything he had? He wagered 200:20, with a principal of ten thousand, but the odds were a thousand, he stands to lose a million!"
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