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Chapter 442 - 407 Tragic

Chapter 442: Chapter 407 Tragic

Zhao Lixin, who had already suffered a blow to the abdomen, now had injury upon injury, causing everyone on the Hua Country Team to cry out in shock at the sight, their faces filled with concern.

However, Floreson was not faring well either, his right wrist dislocated, his face contorted in pain.

Zhao Lixin swallowed the fresh blood that had surged to his throat, enduring the tearing pain in his lower abdomen as he stepped forward, raising his right arm to hammer towards Floreson.

Floreson dared not use his right hand again, lifting his left arm to block, while kicking out with his right leg, trying to fend off Zhao Lixin.

Zhao Lixin chose not to dodge. He stepped forward, bracing Floreson’s kick with his thigh, then hammered down on Floreson’s face and jabbed a hand knife at Floreson’s dislocated right wrist.

With an injury to his lower abdomen, any movement would involve his abdominal muscles, worsening his condition. Therefore, he opted to minimize movements such as turning and focused his efforts on attacking. Only by relentlessly pressing the attack could he engage Floreson and prevent him from moving around.

A fierce look flashed in Floreson’s eyes as he realized Zhao Lixin’s intent to overpower him quickly. Had his wrist not been injured, he would certainly have chosen to continue dragging out the fight. But now, with his wrist hurt, hesitancy could mean getting knocked down at any moment.

"You’re injured too, so let’s see who can’t hold out first!"

Floreson, with a decision made in his heart, boldly changed his tactics from passive defense to courageous offense. As a top contender, he had his own judgment in the ring and would adapt according to the situation instead of rigidly following the coach’s strategy.

Floreson raised his right arm, bent it into an elbow, and struck it towards Zhao Lixin’s attacking hand knife.

His wrist might have been injured, but he could still use his elbow!

Thus, with both of them injured, they began to exchange blows. Every punch Zhao Lixin threw involved his abdominal muscles, and even though Floreson couldn’t fight with only one hand against Zhao Lixin, using his elbows instead of fists meant that the swinging of his arms for force would still affect his injured wrist.

Despite excruciating pain with every movement, neither’s actions showed any deviation, and their speed only increased!

Their desire for victory allowed them to momentarily ignore the pain, overwhelming everything with sheer willpower!

After a few attack moves, Zhao Lixin suddenly twisted his waist, coordinating his spine to generate force as he twisted his legs downwards viciously, with his right palm pushing forcefully towards Floreson like a millstone.

Big Stone Breaking Hand!

On any other day, this move wouldn’t mean much to Zhao Lixin, but his abdominal injury was exacerbated now, and this particular move happened to require significant abdominal strength. Upon execution, his condition worsened instantly.

However, the move was effective. Floreson hadn’t expected Zhao Lixin to burst forth under such circumstances. Floreson hastily used his arms to shield himself, enduring a palm strike that forced him to retreat continuously.

Zhao Lixin pursued, clenching his teeth and blood in his mouth, forcibly executing a second Big Stone Breaking Hand!

Slap!

With a loud sound, Zhao Lixin’s palm struck Floreson’s forearm. Floreson, unable to retreat and dissipate the force this time, endured a solid Big Stone Breaking Hand, causing numbness in his left arm.

Pfft!

Zhao Lixin spat out a mouthful of blood as he launched his right palm for the third Big Stone Breaking Hand!

As Floreson’s left arm still hadn’t fully recovered from the impact of the Big Stone Breaking Hand, he was compelled to use his right arm to block, but his dislocated wrist meant his blocking would likely be insufficient and unable to hold.

In less than 0.5 seconds, Floreson made a decision: if he couldn’t block, then he wouldn’t. Advancing instead of retreating, he deliberately met Zhao Lixin’s palm with his chest, while driving his arm to grip his right fist tightly and strike at Zhao Lixin’s lower abdomen.

Yong Chun, Inch Fist!

At that moment, Floreson’s leg stance was precisely the Yong Chun ’clamp sun’ horse stance, and his right fist’s force was in the manner of the Yong Chun Inch Fist.

Floreson had learned Yong Chun, which was well-known, but in the ring, he had only used Yong Chun Flat Hand and arms for defense. For offense, he favored Ming Jin, typically using Muay Thai and Boxing techniques since his Muscle Bone Power wasn’t sufficiently developed to make significant use of Dark Force.

This was Floreson’s first time using Yong Chun Fist offensively in the ring. How powerful was his Inch Force? Was it merely for show?

Bang!

Zhao Lixin took a punch in the lower abdomen, another mouthful of blood spurting out as his injury erupted completely, and he fell backward; his fate made clear to people like Wu Li that Floreson’s Inch Force was indeed threatening.

Floreson, however, was also in bad shape. He had been hit squarely in the chest by Zhao Lixin’s Big Stone Breaking Hand, with a dull thud, he too fell backward.

A rare scene unfolded on the stage as both fighters lay motionless on the ground, leaving the referee unsure of how to call the result.

The sight shocked the entire crowd, as Zhao Lixin’s consecutive episodes of blood spitting made the audience realize that his injuries had not healed at all and were now probably even more severe.

At that moment, the scene was replayed on the big screens at the venue. Zhao Lixin spitting blood was certainly a brutal sight, but Floreson was not much better off—his right fist, upon hitting Zhao Lixin’s lower abdomen, showed a drastic bend in the wrist, which appeared incredibly alarming.

Floreson’s wrist had already been dislocated, and when he forcefully executed the Yong Chun Inch Fist, it resulted in a fracture.

The video replayed over and over, evoking continuous exclamations from the crowd. No one had expected the match to be so ferociously fought, with both fighters displaying such intense determination.

After about 7 or 8 seconds, Zhao Lixin lying on the ground stirred, seemingly trying to stand up again.

"Zhao Lixin, keep going!!"

Not just the Hua Country Team but all the Hua Country spectators in the crowd were cheering for Zhao Lixin.

At the same time, on the other side, Floreson was also struggling to rise.

"Floreson!!"

"Floreson!!"

The American audience at the venue also began to shout loudly, cheering Floreson on, momentarily drowning out the voices of the Hua Country spectators.

But the Hua Country fans were not to be outdone, immediately responding with even louder voices, seemingly trying to use this method to help their team member on the field to stand up first.

On the field, Zhao Lixin was the first to arch his body upwards, yet before anyone else could cheer for him, he collapsed back down, as an attempt to rise once again aggravated his lower abdomen injury.

On the other side, Floreson slowly got to his feet.

His right arm hung limply, his left hand clutching his chest, as he gritted his teeth to stand up amidst a cheer and walk towards Zhao Lixin.

When he arrived in front of Zhao Lixin, Zhao still hadn’t managed to stand up again.

Without waiting for Floreson to make a move, the referee immediately intervened, signaling that Zhao Lixin had been TKO’d.

In such a situation, the referee dared not let the two continue to fight, fearing an accident; since Floreson already had the upper hand on the scene, the match was called off on the spot, and the result was declared.

Zhao Lixin closed his eyes in agony, his heart filled with indignation.

The medics waiting by the side of the arena quickly entered the ring and lifted Zhao Lixin onto a stretcher.

"Hey!"

Just as Zhao Lixin was about to be carried off, Floreson suddenly shouted at him.

Zhao Lixin opened his eyes to look at Floreson, only to see him giving a thumbs-up, which took Zhao by surprise.

"Once you’re healed, we’ll have another go," Floreson said.

Zhao Lixin’s English was not bad, he could understand Floreson, but he did not expect his opponent to say such words to him.

Zhao Lixin nodded, also giving Floreson a thumbs-up.

This moment was shown on the big screen, and the venue erupted in warm applause for the two competitors who had given their all in the match.

After Zhao Lixin was carried down from the ring, everyone from the Hua Country Team gathered around him.

Zhao Lixin looked at Wu Li, hesitating as if he wanted to say something.

Wu Li pressed on his shoulder, "Take care of your injury. Leave the rest to us!"

"You can count on us to win!" Li San also firmly said to Zhao Lixin.

Zhao Lixin nodded, then was taken to the backstage medical room.

The second bout, Welterweight and Middleweight, saw Li San and Xu Chuan ready to enter the ring for the Hua Country Team.

"Come on!!"

"Come on!!"

More words were meaningless, so everyone could only cheer for the two.

Li Tongyun watched Li San and Xu Chuan as they prepared to enter the inspection area, wanting to say something but ultimately held back.

If Zhao Lixin lost the first round, and the second round was also lost, then the Hua Country Team would basically have no chance of winning. Even if Wu Li could win the third round, it would be difficult for Yan Xiaonan in the flyweight bout to defeat Rossi from the American Team, and the competition would end before Zhang Weili could step into the ring.

But not to put too much pressure on Li San and Xu Chuan, Li Tongyun said nothing and watched them enter the inspection area.

"How are you feeling, nervous?"

Inside the inspection area, Li San asked Xu Chuan.

Xu Chuan took a deep breath and smiled, "A little."

Li San nodded, "We must win this round. You know that, right?"

Actually, without Li Tongyun’s reminder, Li San was well aware of the Hua Country Team’s current situation. Ideally, Zhao Lixin should have won the first round, and then Wu Li should have won the third round, which would have given the Hua Country Team a chance to drag the American Team into the decisive match, relying on Zhang Weili to win the final point.

But now that Zhao Lixin had lost, the Hua Country Team was completely cornered, and Li San and Xu Chuan absolutely could not lose again!

Xu Chuan clenched his fist tightly and said in a deep voice, "I understand, senior, rest assured, I’ll fight to the end!"

Since Li San was friends with Wu Li, Xu Chuan always addressed Li San as a senior.

Li San looked up at the stage and said in a relaxed tone, "Don’t worry, I’ve got your back. Remember, I’m the expert who beat your master."

Xu Chuan laughed at the remark and nodded firmly.

The two stepped onto the ring.

On the other side, the two members of the American Team also climbed into the ring. They were George, the Welterweight king known as ’GSP,’ and Kermy, No. 1 in the UFC Light Heavyweight rankings, who had previously fought Li Tongyun.

Kermy was cutting weight to fight in the Middleweight division, and while the American Team certainly had UFC Middleweight experts, their strength was relatively weaker, so Lill had specifically arranged for Kermy to fight in the Middleweight bout this time.

George’s Overall Score was S (65%), and Kermy’s Overall Score was S- (14%), and although his score had decreased a lot due to the weight cut, he was still considered an S-ranked fighter.

The second bout had Li San leading Xu Chuan to fight against two S-ranked fighters!

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