In the private room, Li Yinuo said to the two people beside her, "The classification match is a fierce battle for every new fighter. At this mont, not only the audience but also the fighters Qing Xiaotu will face next are paying attention to the Octagon cage. If he uses all his strength now, the subsequent opponents who discover his weaknesses will make it increasingly difficult for him."
Li Tongyun nodded silently. Only after her initial nervousness and worry had subsided did she rember what kind of person Brother Qing Chen was.
If he wasn't sure, he would never step onto the ring.
In the Octagon cage, Wang Fu beca more and more thrilled, with the audience cheering for him outside the cage, and his opponent cowering inside.
In this situation, he had to perform more impressively, so he could gather more followers.
Underground fighting differs from pure sports, here popularity matters, the higher the popularity, the higher the appearance fee.
In an instant, Wang Fu stopped his barrage of attacks and moved backward, then accelerated again.
All he saw was him leaping up and stepping on the wire sh of the Octagon cage, his form as light as a swift.
Swifts do not usually fly fast, but in rainy weather, they shuttle back and forth like bullets, seemingly dragging streaks of afterimages through the air.
The next mont, Wang Fu's right leg swung back, aiming directly at Qing Chen's face, which was shielded by his arms.
He intended to use his maximum strength to break through Qing Chen's last line of defense.
At this critical mont, Wang Fu suddenly felt sothing was off. In the instant his body rotated back, he saw the young man's eyes, cold as arrows, watching him quietly through the gaps between his crossed arms.
Those eyes held no disarray, nor fatigue.
He didn't even blink.
In the dark night of prison cell 18, Ye Wan once asked Qing Chen, "What do you think is the most important when fighting soone?"
Qing Chen thought for a mont and replied, "Strength."
"No," Ye Wan shook her head.
Qing Chen thought again and replied, "Rhythm."
"That's not it either," Ye Wan shook her head again.
Qing Chen asked back, "Then what is the most important?"
Ye Wan answered, "The gaze."
Incoming fists and swords make you instinctively want to dodge, but you must overco all instincts.
Don't blink, don't shift your gaze.
You have to keep your eyes on your opponent and then find their weak spot.
At that mont, Qing Chen slightly bent his knees and hunched down, allowing the whooshing kick to pass over his head, rely brushing his hair.
The next second, just as Wang Fu's form passed over his head, Qing Chen seemingly unintentionally raised his arms to protect his head, his clenched fist striking hard against the opening between Wang Fu's split legs.
All of this seed as if Wang Fu had accidentally run into Qing Chen's fist.
Mother Ye had said that this was the most lethal spot for a man where even one-tenth of the force could easily incapacitate the opponent.
With a cry, "Ah," Wang Fu lost his balance in mid-air and fell on the other side of the Octagon cage.
This cry of anguish even drowned out the cheers in the ring.
Fighters are all rigorously trained, so even if injured, they do not scream.
Unless they can't help it.
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Why Wang Fu, who had been overwhelmingly superior, suddenly faltered during his signature move, the Swift Return.
The reversal ca so unexpectedly, many gamblers in the stands felt sothing was amiss, but when they tried to buy back their tickets which they had sold at a low price, they found that the middle-aged man who had bought their tickets was nowhere to be found.
The gamblers who had bet on Qing Chen to lose in the first round began to get angry, cursing Wang Fu and then violently throwing their tickets into the arena.
This scene was classic in the boxing ring, where so rejoiced and others were furious.
In the private room, Li Yinuo breathed a sigh of relief, "Just as I expected, see, that featherweight fighter wasn't his match at all."
"Sister Yinuo, you are amazing," Li Tongyun praised.
As Li Tongyun praised, she watched Qing Chen return to the locker room.
She clenched her small fists and thought to herself that Brother Qing Chen was indeed formidable.
The last ti she returned, Li Tongyun thought she might face a purge.
After all, she was young and her considerations were not thorough, so when she helped Jiang Xue, she didn't cover it up very well.
If the registry information from the Outer World was brought back to the Inner World, her inexplicable help for Jiang Xue would have been imdiately scrutinized.
The young girl was nervous for several days, only to find out later that Qing Chen had already resolved the situation.
For Li Tongyun, half her sense of security in life ca from her mother, Jiang Xue, and the other half from Qing Chen; naturally, she hoped Qing Chen would be as formidable as possible.
She and Jiang Xue had long considered Qing Chen as part of the family.
However, XiaoTongyun was puzzled, wondering why Brother Qing Chen was here? It didn't quite match the clues she had found.
When Qing Chen just pressed open the Alloy Gate to the locker room, he saw Uncle Li Dong waiting inside with a big bag of things.
"Teacher, what is this...?" Qing Chen asked curiously.
Uncle Li Dong gave a mysterious smile and opened the bag, "These are all gifts from your teacher. If you can clear tonight, all this money will be yours."
Qing Chen paused for a mont and pulled out a betting ticket, "Are these all bets placed on clearing?"
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