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Chapter 114 - 103 Basong is bound to lose tonight, I said (Part 2)

Chapter 114: Chapter 103 Basong is bound to lose tonight, I said (Part 2)

The Yu Group headquarters building has a total of 32 floors, with the eighteenth and nineteenth floors linked together to form a large competition arena.

In the center of the venue is a huge recessed circle, two meters deep, which is designed for fighters to compete in; surrounding it are a number of enclosed private boxes for spectators to watch the match.

Owing to the tradition of fistfight competitions in New Country, the Yu Group specifically built such a venue within its own headquarters for competition use.

The match between the Yu Group and Fenglin Group would be held here.

On March 28, at 8 p.m., people trickled into the venue.

Such matches were destined to draw a limited audience; besides officials, several powers on par with the Yu Group also sent representatives to witness the match. They would serve as witnesses to the competition and ensure compliance with the result.

Inside the lounge, Wu Li, Chen Zhengyang, Yang Yuzhu, and Zhao Lixin were all present.

Zhao Lixin came in a wheelchair, as he was temporarily unable to walk, but he insisted on attending the match in person.

As everyone waited in the lounge to enter, Wu Li suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "President Chen, if the Yu Group loses this match, what will be the impact on Yu Li?"

Chen Zhengyang was taken aback for a moment before replying, "I’ve actually thought about this question myself. Yu Li’s actions this time seem too hasty; not playing by the rules like this definitely impacts the Yu Group. If it were solely for making money, having just taken control of the Yu Group, there would be no need for such haste. Therefore, I surmise he must have a compelling reason to secure this project."

Wu Li asked again, "If the Yu Group loses the match, will they renege?"

Chen Zhengyang sneered, "He’s already breached the rules by employing dirty tricks before the match, but he’s clever about it, skirting the edge of what’s permissible.

"If I had requested to delay the match, then he would have reason to break the rules because our strengths would no longer be equivalent. But now that I’m proceeding with the match as scheduled, if he dares to breach the rules afterward, that’s equivalent to slapping the face of every upper echelon power in New Country. No one could tolerate him!"

"He might disrespect Fenglin Group, but he cannot disregard the rules."

Wu Li nodded calmly, "Simply put, tonight if he loses, it’ll hurt a lot; the consequences could be severe."

"Hahaha!" Chen Zhengyang laughed heartily.

"Right!"

"Then I’m reassured."

...

At 8:30 p.m., Wu Li and the others left the resting area and officially entered.

Perhaps intentionally arranged, they encountered Yu Li and his entourage in the passageway.

"President Chen!" Yu Li walked up with a smile, intending to shake hands with Chen Zhengyang, but Chen Zhengyang did not acknowledge him.

Yu Li wasn’t annoyed and turned to Zhao Lixin in the wheelchair, his face feigning distress, "How did it come to this? Too careless..."

"Yu Li, no more nonsense. Let’s enter," Chen Zhengyang turned and interrupted him.

Yu Li chuckled, "Why the rush, President Chen? I wonder which expert you’re sending out tonight?"

His gaze swept through the crowd, finally settling on Wu Li.

Yu Li was quite informed about Fenglin Group’s choice of participant, having conducted extensive investigations. He even knew that Chen Zhengyang had specially recruited helpers from overseas and had brought Wu Li along; he was very much aware.

Wu Li’s profile was also in Yu Li’s hands, and his trusted aides and he had all reached the same conclusion: This was Chen Zhengyang’s smokescreen.

After all, Zhao Lixin, who had twice won important matches, was there. Unless Chen Zhengyang had lost his mind, he wouldn’t possibly send Wu Li, a college student with not much of a record, to fight.

Chen Zhengyang furrowed his brow, about to speak, but Wu Li stepped forward first.

He approached Yu Li and said very calmly, with the tone of someone planning to get an early night’s sleep, "Basong is destined to lose tonight, take my word for it."

After speaking, he led the way towards the exit.

Yang Yuzhu didn’t even glance at Yu Li and followed Wu Li, turning to leave.

Chen Zhengyang also pushed Zhao Lixin’s wheelchair, ignoring Yu Li just as they passed by him.

Yu Li stood still, his face darkening with anger. Though his intellect told him Wu Li could not be better than Zhao Lixin, nor likely to defeat Basong, for some reason, recalling Wu Li’s tranquil demeanor and tone made him vaguely uneasy.

This inexplicable unease made Yu Li quite irked, and he turned to Basong, saying, "Once we’re on stage, break that guy’s legs for me!"

Basong licked his lips, his eyes bloodthirsty, and growled word by word, "No problem!"

...

At 8:50 p.m., all personnel were in place, and after the pre-match check, ensuring no prohibited items were carried, the two fighters were allowed on the stage.

Wu Li and Basong descended the stairs on opposite sides of the pit and then began to approach each other.

Stopping three meters apart, they waited for the bell to ring, signaling the start of the fight.

"You practice Kung Fu as well," Basong stared at Wu Li, stating each word deliberately.

Wu Li frowned but didn’t respond.

Basong’s grin turned sinister, "Kung Fu, I’ve fought many. They’ve all been crushed under my feet. Tonight, you will be no different."

"Idiot."

Wu Li finally spoke, using his hometown’s dialect for a terse two-word retort.

Basong was taken aback. He could roughly understand Mandarin, but that was limited to standard Chinese. Not to mention a foreigner; even locals might not fully understand the various dialects, so Basong didn’t understand Wu Li’s words. However, his gut told him it wasn’t anything pleasant, so his gaze toward Wu Li turned icy.

Ding! The bell for the match rang out, marking the start of a fight without intermissions or a referee, only ending when one party surrenders or loses the ability to resist completely!

Swoosh! Wu Li charged forward, covering the three-meter distance, the effective range for Tiger Form strikes.

Stepping quickly to Basong’s front, Wu Li’s fists chopped down from above with a whistling of wind and the crackling of sinews, like an axe splitting a mountain!

Masters of Internal Fist typically display the fiercest burst of power in their first strike, as it allows for preloading power and aligning sinews before striking.

During the period of the Republic, Guo Yunshen was famous for defeating opponents with his Half-step Breaking Fist, usually sending them flying with just the first strike. Baji’s Li Shuwen with his Fierce Tiger Climb Mountain was similar, openly telling his opponents, "I only use two fists and one elbow, be careful."

These Grandmasters had equally fierce techniques in succession, but most people couldn’t withstand the initial burst, so they never got to see what followed.

Basong indeed had fought many traditional martial arts practitioners, with many employing the subtle power of Internal Fist, so he was accustomed to their intense first-strike bursts and was psychologically prepared.

Compared to Qin Hui’s initial Wild Leopard Claw, Wu Li’s Tiger Form Splitting Fist came with such ferocity that Basong dared not block it head-on and instead stepped back slightly, his body leaning back just a touch.

He gauged his distance well, his backward step just enough to avoid Wu Li’s chopping fists.

Retreating a step then quickly advancing forward, Basong’s right fist, with a howling wind, aimed at Wu Li’s face.

This quick retreat and advance was so fast that someone not paying close attention might have thought Wu Li’s strike fell short and missed Basong.

Also, as Basong leaned back and then pulled his body forward, the movement kept his center of gravity stable along his central axis – reminiscent of Bagua’s Mud Trampling Step. Only with a stable center of gravity could one avoid leaving open flaws and use core strength to power an immediate counterattack.

In the brief span of less than a second since the match began, Basong had already demonstrated he was a top-tier professional boxer.

Wu Li’s fists struck the void. Sidestepping Basong’s straight punch, Wu Li lunged forward aggressively, his right fist targeting Basong’s abdomen.

Half-step Break!

Wu Li’s burst of power was so rapid that Basong couldn’t dodge in time. Besides, he didn’t particularly care because, in his view, to deliver a heavyweight punch, one needed ample space to build power. Wu Li’s fist was nearly flush against his body—how much force could it possibly carry?

However, in the next second, Basong’s expression changed.

Wu Li’s Beng Fist struck like a heavy hammer, hitting Basong’s abdomen and forcing him to stagger backward uncontrollably.

The traditional martial arts practitioners Basong had fought before hadn’t reached the Master level. They weren’t able to instantly summon their inner force, resulting in weaker punches after the initial burst, mostly relying on brute force. But now, Wu Li’s Xingyi Fist moved with power in every gesture, almost as explosive as the charged first strike—it wasn’t something Basong could casually withstand with his body.

After pushing Basong back with a Beng Fist, Wu Li pressed his advantage and stepped forward, thrusting out his right elbow in a Bear Form Elbow Strike!

Basong, even while retreating, kept his balance immaculately. Despite severe pain in his lower abdomen, his resistance to hits and ability to endure pain were first-rate, and he was unfazed. Angling his body slightly, his left arm snapped back to guard his front.

Thud! Wu Li’s right elbow slammed into Basong’s left arm. Unlike the Shock Force of Baji’s Top Heart Elbow, the Bear Form Elbow Strike unleashed penetrating power that felt like a knife stabbing through Basong’s arm bone.

Taking advantage of the numbness in his left arm, Wu Li’s right hand formed a claw and swiftly thrust forward – Eagle Peck!

Crack! Wu Li’s eagle peck tore through the skin of Basong’s wrist, drawing blood.

In the opening three seconds, Wu Li delivered a Tiger Form Splitting Fist, a Beng Fist, an elbow strike, and an Eagle Peck – his delivery was one thing: fast!

After the Eagle Peck, Wu Li stomped with his left leg, simultaneously twisting his body and launching a left fist from his lower abdomen at Basong’s ribs.

Cannon Fist!

Basong could even hear the faint crunching noise within Wu Li’s body, akin to a sniper round being chambered—a sound generated from the tightened sinews and bones inside Wu Li as he exerted force!

Basong rotated to face Wu Li directly, his right arm chopping down forcefully to deflect Wu Li’s Cannon Fist.

Simultaneously, taking advantage of the movement, Basong kicked out with his right leg, slicing through the air with a biting wind and aiming at Wu Li’s shin.

He had trained Muay Thai to the Master level; his sweeping leg kick was sharp enough to bend steel pipes!

But just as Basong’s right leg was about to strike Wu Li’s shin, Wu Li’s left leg suddenly twisted inward and then exploded with power, propelling his body forward and causing Basong’s punches and kicks to miss their target altogether.

Horse Form, Horse Jumping Creek!

With a burst of speed, Wu Li’s right leg stomped the ground again, and the friction between his shoes and the cement surface screeched sharply.

It was like a racecar beginning to accelerate, suddenly braking hard, and then shifting into reverse.

With the power from his right leg, Wu Li executed an extremely fast change in direction, his body flipping around fully as a Drilling Fist aimed at Basong’s temple!

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