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Chapter 397 - 364: The Captain’s Responsibility

Chapter 397: Chapter 364: The Captain’s Responsibility

"Wu Li’s fighting style had always been fierce and domineering!

In those UFC fights, his victories were always achieved with his overwhelming explosive power, smashing his opponents to the ground with punch after punch.

Therefore, if Wu Li had started the match by pressuring Wen Tai in a familiar fashion, eventually knocking Wen Tai out, KO, it wouldn’t have surprised anyone, nor would it have made much of an impact on the Thailand Team who had mentally prepared for it, because Wu Li simply had the ability; this was an accepted fact.

Yet, Wu Li didn’t fight like that upon entering the ring. Instead, he used Tai Chi’s ’Borrowing Force to Strike’ skill to slowly grind against Wen Tai in an incomparably suave manner, leaving people feeling surprised but also acknowledging that Wu Li’s fighting style was truly stylish.

It was just as Wang Ruojun exclaimed: It felt like watching a movie.

In reality, many martial arts moves are not aesthetically pleasing, and can even be ugly and ungraceful; for instance, the chaotic style of Monkey Fist involves scratching and quickly grabbing the opponent’s face, poking eyes. This resembles a catfight with no sense of beauty.

Another example is the Tuo Form Fist, which Wu Li taught the students of Bo Yuan Martial Arts Hall to use at the edge of the ring to turn defeat into victory. The technique involves crouching with a hunched body and lunging forward. Sometimes, to guard against attacks from above, they even need to hug their heads, aptly described by the phrase ’scuttling like a rat.’

After that, the usage of leaning, relying, and striking with the back is slightly better, but if striking with the hips or buttocks is involved, then the image becomes unsightly: imagine someone hunched over, clutching their head, and using their rear end to hit others...

Modern combat sports are not much different, with two people often ending up with bruised faces and even blood-smeared faces being a common sight. In Mixed Martial Arts, two large men wearing shorts embracing and writhing on the ground together is also not a particularly pretty sight...

Combat sports are like this; they display speed, power, gore, and the will to fight, presenting a brutal beauty, but are definitely not associated with words like ’stylish’ or ’cool.’

Really stylish and cool fighting scenes can only be seen in movies: A person dodges an attack with a turn, effortlessly blocks the opponent’s punches and kicks with one hand and then casually knocks the opponent all over the place... These fight scenes are choreographed in advance, and both sides are not using their full strength, which is the only way to achieve such an effect. It’s very difficult to produce this effect in a real fight.

However, at this moment, Wu Li managed to produce a performance that was nearly at a ’movie level’ on the stage!

As Li Tongyun said, such a performance would further highlight Wu Li’s strength and add pressure to the opponent. Anyone who truly understands combat knows that to fight like Wu Li, one must have speed, power, and reactions superior to the opponent, and have complete control over the opponent’s every attack to achieve such an effect.

Guo Dongyang, silent as he watched the fight on the stage, reflected on his early days at Bo Yuan Martial Arts Hall when he was defeated by Wu Li with a single move. After half a year of hard training, his Ang Fist had broken through to Master Level, and he believed that he had closed the gap between them, but now, why did it seem to be growing?

He felt that his own strength was greater than Wen Tai, who was on stage, but Wu Li was fighting Wen Tai so effortlessly—wouldn’t it be the same if he were the one fighting?

It seemed that Guo Dongyang’s thoughts were apparent, as Li San glanced at him and said, "Don’t think that Wu Li is taking it easy. In fact, this way of fighting is much more exhausting than if he were to use full force to press his opponent. Wu Li is also under a lot of pressure, and one slip could lead to a blunder."

"Is that so?" Guo Dongyang murmured.

To him, Wu Li seemed so relaxed and leisurely that no pressure was visible. But thinking about it, Li San himself was a Tai Chi Master with even more profound Tai Chi skills than Wu Li, so he wouldn’t speak without reason. Guo Dongyang’s mood relaxed slightly.

Seeing the change in Guo Dongyang’s expression, Li San couldn’t help but criticize Wu Li internally: This guy is supposed to be pressuring his opponent but ends up putting pressure on his own people while he’s at it...

But he definitely wasn’t deceiving Guo Dongyang. In fact, Wu Li was under a great deal of pressure, such as when he intentionally chose to block Wen Tai’s punches and kicks with one hand. Even when using the Tai Chi Hua Jin technique, it was not easy, and a slight miscalculation could result in failing to neutralize the force and injuring his own wrist.

Nevertheless, Wu Li’s performance was indeed explosive, to the point that it even fooled Guo Dongyang, let alone the audience?

At this point, the audience’s exclamations grew louder and louder; they were stunned, having never seen such a match.

"Holy shit, isn’t that too cool?"

"Can you really fight like that?"

"This doesn’t seem like Wu Li’s usual style; is this Xingyi Fist?"

"Idiot, this is clearly Tai Chi!"

"Wow, a real Tai Chi Master!"

"I feel like I’m not watching a combat sports match but a Kung Fu movie starring Jet Li. If Wu Li changed into a changshan to compete, he would perfectly embody the image of a Grandmaster."

"Seriously, it does feel like the kind of vibe Jet Li gave off as Huang Feihong."

"I’m awestruck, can’t even find the words to describe it..."

"I wonder what the area of Wen Tai’s psychological shadow is."

...

Viewers watching the live broadcast in Hua Country were also amazed, finding Wu Li’s fighting style unbelievable.

And Wen Tai’s mentality was actually a bit broken at this point. He was really trying his very hardest, having completely given up on defense, but still, he couldn’t get the better of Wu Li. He felt like he was fighting a cloud, ethereal and frustrating.

"Is the gap between him and me really that wide?"

"Is Hua Country’s Kung Fu really that strong?"

Wen Tai began to question his life...

Down below, the faces of the Thailand Team were also very grave.

If at the beginning, the Thailand Team had won two rounds in a row and was full of momentum, even if Wen Tai quickly lost to Wu Li in the third round, it would not have affected their morale but instead aroused even greater fighting spirit in the fourth competitor.

But with Wu Li handling things this way, not only did Wen Tai’s state of mind break, but it also caused a shift in the rest of the Thailand Team’s mentality. They all felt a bit humiliated on behalf of Wen Tai, losing face, thinking that Wen Tai would have been better off being KO’d quickly.

The head coach of the Thailand Team also furrowed his brows, his expression ugly. He had instructed Siti to avoid Wu Li, deliberately conceding a point to give Siti a better chance of winning the next round. But now it seemed that conceding this point had caused significant damage, with Wu Li alone influencing the entire team’s morale.

"In a while, when you go up, you must bring out the fighting spirit. It’s alright to act a bit more arrogant; the key is to lift everyone’s confidence!" the Thailand Team’s head coach whispered to the nearby Siti.

Siti, looking at the fight on stage, nodded, "I know what to do."

""

The coach of the Thailand Team sighed to himself, now all he could do was pin his hopes on Siti, hoping he could lift everyone’s spirits.

On stage, the match between Wu Li and Wen Tai had been going on for five minutes, and the cheers in the venue were growing louder. Aside from the Thai audience, everyone had been won over by Wu Li.

"Wu Li, that’s about enough."

Li Tongyun suddenly shouted to Wu Li. Though she wasn’t a Tai Chi master like Li San, her keen eyesight and understanding of the competition far exceeded that of ordinary people. After observing for a while, she too noticed that Wu Li wasn’t having an easy time. She was concerned that Wu Li might "capsize", and she also worried that he might accidentally hurt himself, which would be a huge loss. Unable to help herself, she called out.

On the field, hearing Li Tongyun’s shout, Wu Li also felt it was about time.

It had to be said that Wen Tai was very resilient. Even if his morale was somewhat shattered, he gritted his teeth and kept attacking instead of turning to defense or outright playing passively. If he had done that, Wu Li could have "played" other tricks, which would have been even easier, and his opponent would have lost even more disgracefully.

Bang!

After blocking another knee strike from Wen Tai, Wu Li’s fingers curled like hooks, seizing Wen Tai’s leg and yanking it to the side to disrupt his balance.

Wen Tai quickly planted one foot on the ground, at the same time thrusting forward with his elbow.

This time, Wu Li did not absorb the force; instead, he took a half-step forward, and his right fist shot out from his lower abdomen.

Half-step Breaking Fist!

Hmm? A shock went through Wen Tai’s mind, finally a proactive attack?

After taking the punch hard, he wanted to exchange blows with Wu Li, but his previous series of aggressive attacks had drained most of his energy. At this moment, his heart was willing, but his flesh was weak, and Wu Li’s few moves had put him at a disadvantage, unable to defend himself.

Bang!

Wu Li’s punch broke through Wen Tai’s defense, followed swiftly by another fierce punch to his chin.

Wen Tai was momentarily dazed, and Wu Li gracefully stepped back, delivering a stylish spinning kick to his opponent’s temple, knocking him out.

"The third round, Hua Country Team wins!"

The referee quickly announced the result.

"Ohhh!"

"Wu Li!"

"Wu Li!"

"Wu Li!"

Audiences from the Hua Country in the sports hall uniformly chanted Wu Li’s name. Wu Li bowed with his fists to the surrounding audience, then slowly descended from the ring.

Returning to the prep area, the members of the Hua Country Team welcomed him with applause and laughter.

"The captain is awesome!"

"Master is mighty!"

"Amazing, amazing!"

Wu Li smiled and high-fived everyone before finally sitting down next to Li Tongyun.

"You’ve worked hard," Li Tongyun said softly.

She noticed that Wu Li’s forehead was covered in sweat, and his breathing was somewhat labored, obviously indicating significant energy expenditure.

"How’s your wrist?" Li Tongyun asked.

Wu Li had intercepted Wen Tai’s attacks with one hand many times, which was a great strain on his wrist.

Wu Li rubbed his wrist: "It’s fine, no problem."

Li Tongyun nodded and said no more.

In fact, Wu Li could have fought more easily, but he chose to fight this way to secure the point for the Hua Country Team because if he suffered a bit more, the others might be able to fight more easily later.

Li Tongyun stared at Wu Li’s profile. This man had never deliberately emphasized his role as captain, yet his actions had assumed the name of a captain.

We’ve lost two rounds before, no problem, I’m up, and I will win!

The opponent’s momentum is strong, no problem, I’ll go and dissipate their momentum!

This was the captain’s responsibility.

On the big screen, the score was changed to 1:2. Next up was the fourth round, the middleweight match.

On the Thailand Team’s side, Siti was already eagerly standing up and walking towards the check-in area.

On the Hua Country Team’s side, Zhao Lixin also quietly took off his coat, ready to enter the match.

The overall scores of the two were very close, both S-level fighters. This was likely to be the most intense match of the evening!

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