Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 282: 221. The New King’s Coronation (A 10,000-Character Mega Chapter Added for the Golden League)_5

“This isn’t a fixed match yet!”

For a moment, all kinds of comments filled the air, and voided tickets fluttered in the sky, instead appearing to celebrate the victor like festive fireworks.

In the front row of the stands, Huang Zixian silently watched, furrowing his brows in thought.

But he soon understood, Qing Chen hadn’t truly made a move in the first two minutes of the fight.

It wasn’t that Qing Chen feared failure, but rather the youth was observing the muscle lines on Lin Yuhui’s body through his movements.

Yes, Huang Zixian recalled the look in his eyes: his judgment was correct.

So, after Qing Chen finished observing, he decided to use feints and kicking, a potentially fatal combination.

This was the attack method Qing Chen had thoughtfully chosen, it wasn’t that Lin Yuhui was too foolish, he had simply been seen through.

However, what Huang Zixian still couldn’t quite understand was, why did Qing Chen change his fighting style on the spot?

The differences between each fighting faction are so vast, mastering just one is incredibly challenging.

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The third match against Li Lin.

Qing Chen, having already demonstrated his techniques, seemed to give up on judo and Muay Thai.

He used only his arms to attack, perfectly planning his striking radius. Each time his opponent prepared to punch, he found his fist always stopped a centimeter from Qing Chen.

This boxer even had the illusion during the match that he would never be able to touch Qing Chen.

This feeling was debilitating and infuriating, as if he was being toyed with.

In the eyes of the audience, Li Lin looked like he was losing his mind, continuously trying to close the gap between him and Qing Chen.

In his mind, only one thought remained: he had to hit Qing Xiaotu!

However, once you lose your reason in the ring, it means defeat.

Finally, Li Lin cornered Qing Chen at the edge of the Octagon cage and landed a punch on Qing Chen’s left elbow. He felt his fingers shatter as they collided with the hard elbow.

This was a classic defensive posture, using the elbow to block the fist.

The next second, Qing Chen coldly threw a punch and struck Li Lin’s face harshly, the audience could seemingly see Li Lin’s facial skin and muscles tremble.

Violent and cruel.

Li Lin fell to the ground and did not get up, while Qing Chen stood on the ring gasping heavily, his sweat flowing like rain.

The audience at Begonia Boxing Gym grew larger and larger until the aisles were filled with people.

In this deep autumn season, the breath of nearly ten thousand people moistened the air inside the gym. If someone had just walked in from the icy snowy outside, the humid warm air would form a thin mist on their mechanical limbs, eventually condensing into droplets.

The betting pool at the gym grew higher and higher, the amounts of money circulated were incredibly large.

The fourth match against Qi He.

Qing Chen’s face started to show signs of fatigue, but he no longer stuck to one type of martial arts, starting to integrate all attack patterns together.

He moved like a nimble machine in the Octagon cage, using high-speed movements to pull and reveal his opponent’s weaknesses.

The fifth match against Lu Wei.

The signs of fatigue on Qing Chen’s face grew even more severe, and his sweat poured out unstoppably.

This time, he used jujitsu, a martial arts skill that minimally damages his own body.

In VIP room number 001, Ji Hao asked Jiang Xiaotang, “Boss, should we stop it? I think his physical burden seems very high, it’s not suitable for him to continue fighting.”

A hesitant look appeared on Jiang Xiaotang’s face.

Ji Hao continued, “Boss, I know stopping the match would anger the gamblers, but gamblers are forgetful. As long as Qing Xiaotu continues to help them make money later, they will still come to Begonia. And a boxer like Qing Xiaotu, if wasted, would be hard to find again in ten years.”

Jiang Xiaotang looked at him, “Ji Hao, you are a Land Cruise Grade fighter, from your perspective, what do you think about his strength?”

Ji Hao thought for a moment and said, “I wouldn’t want to fight him.”

“Why? You are a whole level above him,” Jiang Xiaotang puzzled.

“Boss, we fighters have a very keen sense of strength. Qing Xiaotu’s physical fitness is infinitely close to the Peak of E-Class. If we compare the threshold values between E-Class and D-Class as 9, he is now at 8.9999,” Ji Hao explained, “In fact, this is a theoretical value. Most E-Classes stagnate at 7 or 8. The better the talent, the higher this stagnation value. At this point, E-Class fighters need a dose of Genetic Potion to break into 9. So, it’s not wrong to say he’s almost D-Class.”

This was a more precise numerical distinction, a normal person’s value is 3, F-Class is 6, E-Class is 9.

Thus, E-Class has three times the physical fitness of a normal adult.

Previously, Qing Chen judged himself to have five times the standard adult capacity because he compared with the subhealth men of the Outer World, those who gasp for breath just carrying a bag of rice.

But Ji Hao’s standard was based on featherweight boxers…

Jiang Xiaotang thought for a moment, “Even so, Ji Hao, you shouldn’t be afraid to fight, you are a D-Class, a real Land Cruise Grade.”

“Boss, it’s not that I’m afraid to fight,” Ji Hao shook his head, “it’s that I can’t be sure I can defeat him, so I usually don’t choose to take the risk.”

“You, a Land Cruise Grade, are not sure you can beat him?” Jiang Xiaotang was perplexed; she knew Qing Chen was formidable, she knew Qing Chen was a Knight, but it seemed outrageous to challenge across levels like this.

Ji Hao thought for a moment and said, “Boss, he has too many techniques at his disposal, his martial arts skills are refined to perfection. My Kill Fist techniques might be similar to his, but his jujitsu has far more variations. So, I could possibly capsize in a gutter.”