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Chapter 246 - 223: The Arena and Real Combat Are Not the Same

Chapter 246: Chapter 223: The Arena and Real Combat Are Not the Same

Tyron and Riddle walked into the octagonal cage.

The match consisted of three rounds, each round lasting five minutes, and the organizers had brought in a professional UFC referee to score the rounds.

The match began.

Riddle took the initiative to attack, trying to get in close, but Tyron struck back.

After exchanging a few blows, Riddle suddenly bent down and lunged forward, attempting to grab both of Tyron’s legs.

This move, the lunging leg grab, is a favorite among ground fighters.

Almost everyone knows that ground fighters will try to close the gap and take down their opponent, but it’s still difficult to be on guard against this move at all times.

In the UFC, some fighters consistently win on the ground, like the current lightweight champion Ground Eagle. You know he’s going to use the lunging leg grab, but you just can’t block it.

At this moment, as Riddle used the lunging leg grab, Tyron was already prepared; he leaned forward, jumped back with both legs, and avoided the grasping hands.

Riddle failed to catch Tyron’s legs and immediately straightened up, raised his head, and grabbed Tyron’s arms.

He needed to prevent Tyron from taking advantage of the situation to attack and simultaneously engage in close-quarters grappling, continuing to look for an opportunity.

Tyron’s forward-leaning center of gravity meant he couldn’t strike effectively with his fists, so he could only become entangled with Riddle’s arms, starting to wrestle.

His muscle strength and explosive power were superior to his opponent’s, so he soon freed himself from the grapple and re-entered the stand-up fight.

This was why Wu Li had chosen him; in close-quarters grappling, fighters trained in Ming Jin don’t have the space to generate power well, and in such instances, technique becomes relatively weaker, and pure strength is what matters. Tyron had the advantage in this area, which allowed him more time to stand and strike.

The two continued to exchange blows, and it wasn’t until about four minutes in that Riddle finally seized an opportunity, tackled Tyron, took him down to the ground, and the grappling battle began.

Tyron’s Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu was also at the master level; it’s just that his belt rank was not as high as Riddle’s, but it was impossible for Riddle to submit him in a short amount of time.

In less than the last minute of the round, the two remained at a stalemate on the ground until the first round ended.

"Not bad," Wu Li approached Tyron and had the translator relay his message.

"Keep up your pace, but I have a suggestion."

"What?" Tyron turned his head to look at Wu Li.

Wu Li said, "If the time is about to end and there’s no winner yet, you can intentionally give your opponent an opening, let him tackle you, but be prepared in advance. When he rushes at you, hit him hard."

Wu Li didn’t have much experience in competitions, so he did not propose specific tactics or strategies, but offered advice targeting a key point.

"Do you remember the power generation technique I taught you during the medicine ball training?" Wu Li asked.

Tyron was momentarily stunned, then nodded, "I remember."

Wu Li said, "If you get a chance to prepare in advance, when your opponent lunges at you, use that spinal power like when you throw the medicine ball, and with both hands, strike upward at your opponent’s chin from the abdomen."

Tyron’s eyes lit up, "I’ll try!"

The one-minute rest period quickly ended, and the second round began.

The two continued to exchange blows, with Riddle still occasionally attempting sneaky lunging takedowns. Tyron was caught a few times but relied on his greater strength to break free without being taken down.

If the person fighting Riddle on the mat was a student less strong than him, the outcome might have been completely different by now.

After four minutes, Tyron took a few steps back, bent his legs slightly, and sank his body down a little.

Wu Li noticed right away that Tyron was preparing to generate power by adjusting his spine.

Meanwhile, as Tyron stood stationary, adjusting his spine, Riddle decisively lunged forward to take down Tyron’s legs.

This time, Tyron didn’t place his hands on the outside but near his lower abdomen. As Riddle bent over and lunged at him, instead of leaping backward, Tyron explosively straightened his body upward, and his fists struck upward toward Riddle’s chin.

Bang!

Wu Li shook his head; this time, the power in Tyron’s strike was not successful.

As expected, Tyron’s punches lacked force; Riddle was struck but had little reaction and proceeded to take Tyron down to the ground, and they began to grapple.

On the ground, Riddle clearly took the initiative, but the remaining time was still not enough for him to complete a submission.

The bell rang, and the second round ended.

"It’s really useful! It’s just a pity that I didn’t manage to generate the power."

At the edge of the mat, Tyron proactively said to Wu Li.

Wu Li smiled. Although he had taught these students the power generation technique, he hadn’t taught them fighting methods or specific application; it’s like knowing a mathematical formula but still having a long way to go to solve complex problems.

Wu Li’s in-the-moment suggestion of a fighting technique wasn’t something Tyron would master at once.

"No problem, you’ll have another chance," Wu Li said.

In the third round, the fighting techniques of both sides hadn’t changed much at the beginning. However, due to the expenditure of energy, their attack rate wasn’t as high as in the previous rounds, and Tyron also had more preparation time.

Two minutes later, the opponents faced off, and Tyron tried to adjust his spine, while Riddle didn’t immediately lunge at him. His energy was waning, causing his concentration to drop compared to before.

A few seconds passed. Riddle made a probing step forward, and seeing no response from Tyron, he lunged again for the legs.

Whoosh!

He had him!

Riddle’s eyes brightened; there were more than two minutes left in the match, enough time to complete a submission!

However, just as Riddle was about to take Tyron down, Tyron’s hands struck upward from his lower abdomen, hitting Riddle’s chin.

Such odd motions were rarely seen in the ring, for such power generation, with too short a distance and too small a movement, wouldn’t deliver much force even if it hit the opponent.

But Tyron’s strike utilized spinal power, relying mainly on muscle bone power, and the force of his fists far exceeded Riddle’s expectations.

Bang!

It was like a heavy shot put smashed into Riddle’s chin, his eyes went blank, and he collapsed to the ground.

Tyron hurried forward, crouched down, and hammered Riddle’s face with his right fist. After a single blow, the referee stopped him.

The referee declared Tyron the winner.

"Ah!"

Tyron swung his arms, let out a long howl skywards, extremely excited.

The others hadn’t expected a knockout to occur at the end of the match. Charles’s face darkened as he thought Wu Li was incredibly lucky.

"But your luck can’t always be this good!" Charles thought fiercely.

In the second fight, it was Wu Li’s turn to send out a student.

This time he couldn’t make a targeted choice, so he chose the one with the strongest overall ability.

After losing one match, Floreson’s group would likely send out a stronger student in the second fight for the sake of morale, so Wu Li wasn’t worried about wasting his student’s fighting power.

Sure enough, the student Floreson sent out in the second match had an overall score of B+ (78%), with good data across the board.

However, from the paper strength, the student Wu Li sent out was stronger.

On the ring, Wu Li’s student didn’t disappoint him and completely overpowered his opponent. Although Floreson arranged some tactics during the breaks, which allowed his student to catch up a bit in the last round, with the advantage from the first two rounds, Wu Li’s student ultimately won by points.

In the third match, Wu Li could make a targeted choice and won.

In the fourth match, Floreson’s group finally won one.

In the fifth match, Wu Li’s group won again.

In the sixth match, it was still Wu Li’s group that won.

In the seventh match, Wu Li’s group was victorious.

In the eighth match, the victory went to Floreson’s group.

After eight matches, with both groups pitting against each other and the mentors strategizing, Wu Li’s side had won six!

This was an outcome that nobody had expected.

"Ha ha, awesome!"

"Wow, six to two, I don’t think it’s just luck, right?"

"Definitely. Haven’t you noticed that every time Wu Li chooses later, his pick always has a clear advantage?"

"Look at Charles’s face, ha ha, it’s hilarious!"

"Really, he always presents his face for Wu Li to hit. I feel a bit sorry for him."

...

The live stream’s comment section was filled with joy.

Charles’s expression went from relaxed at the beginning, to frowning, then to surprise, anger, disbelief, and finally, numbness.

He was increasingly failing to understand Wu Li, just like the netizens in the stream said: Winning once might be luck, but winning six out of eight matches, when both sides’ students are roughly at the same level, everyone knew it was the achievement of Wu Li, the mentor.

The last match was an internal fight from Wu Li’s group. He had left the two with the weakest paper strength for the end to have a ’chicken fight’—after all, for an internal match, it didn’t matter who lost or won.

After nine matches were done, nine students were eliminated, and the nine winners would continue to compete.

"Wu Li, you can pick the one you think performed the best to directly earn a contract. The remaining eight will draw lots for elimination matches to decide the final two winners," Danny said to Wu Li.

The nine students all looked at Wu Li, their eyes filled with expectation and anxiety.

Wu Li paused for a moment, not expecting to have such a great deal of power.

Looking into the eyes of the nine in front of him, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that his decision could change someone’s destiny.

After all, getting into the UFC was a leap for many people’s professional careers.

"I choose George."

After some thought, Wu Li said.

George looked surprised, while the others shook their heads in disappointment.

Actually, Wu Li had his own reasons for choosing George, because he saw that George was very interested in the Dark Force’s power-launching techniques and had sought Wu Li’s advice in private, asking where to learn Chinese Martial Arts.

Wu Li’s choice of George was with the hope that the UFC arena could have one more fighter using Chinese Martial Arts in the future.

Next, the eight students drew lots for two-on-two confrontations, with one fight this afternoon and another tomorrow. Soon, this TUF Ultimate Fighters competition would be over.

"Coach, can you tell me again about the spine power-launching techniques? What you taught me before was so effective against a Jiu Jitsu expert—I’ve got a new killing move," Tyron suddenly approached Wu Li during the rest period before the afternoon’s match, seeking advice on the move Wu Li had taught him to counter a front hug and takedown.

Wu Li nodded, "Sure."

Then he began to practice with Tyron, allowing himself to be tackled so he could demonstrate the movement, explaining the specifics of power-launching, which was certainly different from throwing a medicine ball.

Seeing Wu Li and Tyron practicing, the other students gathered around, curious about what Wu Li was teaching now.

"Coach, is this a technique from Chinese Kung Fu? Does it have a name?" Tyron asked after practicing for a while.

Wu Li shook his head. "This is something I came up with on the spot. It’s not a technique of Chinese Kung Fu. In fact, there are many moves in Chinese Kung Fu that are quite effective against moves like the front hug takedown, but unfortunately, they can’t be used in the ring."

"The ring and real combat are ultimately not the same," Wu Li casually lamented.

The translator relayed his words word for word.

"When I was back in China, I often heard such remarks. It’s a pity none of the people who said them could actually fight."

A voice came through, it was Charles.

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