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Chapter 98 - 92 I Accept_2

Chapter 98: Chapter 92 I Accept_2

Chen Zhengyang: "Forgive my bluntness, how confident are you?"

Wu Li gazed directly at Chen Zhengyang and uttered two words, "Fifty percent."

"Fifty percent," Chen Zhengyang nodded, repeated it, took a sip of tea, and then slowly continued, "This competition is of great importance after all, and our group has also recruited several combat experts internally. Would you mind if we conduct an internal selection first, as a form of assessment?"

Wu Li nodded: "No problem."

"Good." Chen Zhengyang stood up, walked to his desk, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

"Call those three up, in five minutes we’ll have an internal selection."

...

Five minutes later, Wu Li followed Hong Wenbo to the 18th floor of the building, which was surprisingly transformed into an entire martial arts gym, equipped with various equipment, rings, and even an octagonal cage.

"This is where the security team of Fenglin Group practices their boxing regularly. My junior brother serves as the security consultant for the group, and he also teaches here when he has time, training these security officers. Over the years, quite a few combat experts have emerged from Fenglin Group’s security team," Hong Wenbo said to Wu Li.

The combat experts recruited by Fenglin Group in recent years all joined under the guise of security consultants. For example, Zhao Lixin, as the group’s premier security consultant, has been with the group for five years, only fought in two competitions, but Fenglin Group has been paying him an annual salary of over a million, which speaks volumes about their appreciation for him.

"Why did you just say you were only fifty percent confident?" Hong Wenbo asked Wu Li.

Wu Li smiled: "The ring is full of uncertainties, no one can truly predict, so even odds aren’t bad."

Hong Wenbo didn’t ask any further. In truth, he had recommended Wu Li on a trial basis, uncertain if he would pass the selection. Talking about the competition now seemed premature.

Upon learning that the chairman was coming to watch, the security team quickly cleared the space, set up seating for the audience, and three men were warming up next to the competition area.

"The one on the left is Wang Xiaobo; he has won the 80-kilogram class bare-knuckle fighting championship abroad," Hong Wenbo pointed to a tattooed-armed man on the far left.

"The one in the middle is Liu Jun, originated from a martial arts school, previously won the ’Jianghu Wind’ 90-kilogram light-heavyweight division free fighting champion’s golden belt domestically, a heavyweight boxing champion."

Wu Li followed Hong Wenbo’s pointing and saw a very stout and tall man.

"The last one is Jiang Jingwen, a fighter from the underground black boxing circuit, and he has been the heavyweight champion of Xing Province’s underground boxing ring for the past two years, winning 37 consecutive matches in the 85-kilogram division."

Wu Li looked at the latter, a man with a shaved head and a red peony tattooed on top, looking quite striking.

Hong Wenbo had also put in substantial effort beforehand, introducing the background of each man to Wu Li.

Wu Li noted that all three men’s weight classes were in the light heavyweight category of MMA, which was obviously intentional on Fenglin Group’s part.

Since this competition was open weight, from the perspective of a regular fighting competition, heavier weight typically meant a significant advantage. However, the biggest difference in this competition from regular ones was the bare-knuckle element; even with a weight advantage and heavier punches, if one couldn’t tolerate pain or lacked technique, it was easy to injure one’s own wrists and knuckles.

From this point of view, Wu Li felt that among the three, the lightest, Wang Xiaobo, had the advantage, having won the championship in bare-knuckle competition.

At that moment, Chen Zhengyang walked in from the entrance, summoning the three men and calling Wu Li over as well.

"Gentlemen," Chen Zhengyang looked at the four, "this competition is extremely important for our company, so we want to conduct an internal selection first."

"I have no problem, just follow Chairman Chen’s arrangements," Jiang Jingwen said with a roguish look.

The others nodded their heads indicating no objections.

Chen Zhengyang continued, "Alright, let’s fight according to the rules of the upcoming competition, no gloves, only gouging eyes, hitting the groin, and striking the throat are prohibited; everything else is allowed. Since there are four of you, you can pair up, two people in a group. You all decide who you would like to fight."

As his words fell, Wang Xiaobo and the other two surveyed each other, then almost simultaneously pointed at Wu Li.

After being chosen by the Fenglin Group, these three had been training in this boxing gym for several days. They all had a general understanding of each other’s strength, but as for Wu Li, both his body weight and fight record were inferior to the trio, so without hesitation, they all chose to fight Wu Li first. Bare-knuckle matches easily lead to injuries, after all, and getting injured would just hand an advantage to the others.

Selected by the trio, Wu Li simply smiled and stayed silent.

Through the system’s assessment, he had roughly examined the strength of the three. Wang Xiaobo’s overall score was a B (72%), Liu Jun’s was a B (59%), and Jiang Jingwen’s was a B+ (25%); none of them had reached Master Level skills.

Compared to his previous opponents, Wu Li was pretty certain that, according to the system, C level should be considered as the top amateur fighters, while B level were professional fighters. As for A level, they should be the elite among professional fighters.

Chen Zhengyang saw the three pointing at Wu Li and frowned, "Well, if that’s the case, let’s draw lots."

"Chairman Chen," Wu Li suddenly spoke up.

"Hm?" Chen Zhengyang looked at Wu Li, "What is it?"

Wu Li, "Actually, we don’t need to bother with that."

Chen Zhengyang, "Oh?"

Wu Li, "They don’t need to draw lots. I’ll take on all of them."

Chen Zhengyang was somewhat surprised, "You mean you want to fight all three of them one by one?"

Wu Li nodded, "Yes. They don’t need to decide who fights me through drawing lots. We’ll go in this order—from left to right, you, you, and you—one at a time."

Wu Li pointed at Wang Xiaobo, Liu Jun, and Jiang Jingwen in turn.

The expressions of the people present were all quite something to behold. Hong Wenbo seemed a bit vexed, thinking that young people are too impulsive. Chen Zhengyang, on the other hand, showed a look of interest, curious to see just how strong Wu Li, the Xingyi Fist expert, truly was.

As for Wang Xiaobo and the others, their expressions were naturally displeased, especially Jiang Jingwen who stepped forward, came in front of Wu Li, and rolled his neck with a disdainful face.

"Kid, I’ll fight you first!"

"Jiang Jingwen, since he’s already set the order, you better get in line properly," said Wang Xiaobo from the side, eager to fight Wu Li first himself.

Just as an argument seemed imminent, Chen Zhengyang waved his hand decisively, "Alright, since that’s settled, let’s do as Wu Li said. Wang Xiaobo, you go first."

With that, there were no more objections, and the match began swiftly.

Wang Xiaobo and Wu Li stood on a circular arena with a specially made floor, without any referees, so the match began the moment the two stepped onto the platform.

Wang Xiaobo was a bare-knuckle boxer, so his stance wasn’t with clenched fists in front of him, but rather with open hands, in a palm-defensive posture. This was advantageous for using palms to diffuse the power of an opponent’s punches.

In boxing with gloves, many defenses can be made using arms, but in bare-knuckle fights, the destructive power of a fist shoots up, and using arms to block can easily lead to injuries. So, most of the time, palms must be used to soften the blows.

Wang Xiaobo slowly approached Wu Li, and as they were about four meters apart, Wu Li made his move.

With a rapid push off his legs, he advanced, his thigh muscles taut like two bows before releasing their tension and catapulting Wu Li forward!

Whoosh! Clothes fluttering, Wu Li, with the sound of rushing wind, pounced toward Wang Xiaobo, his hands chopping down fiercely like axes.

Tiger Form, Splitting Fist!

Guo Yunshen’s Tiger Form could cover a distance of eleven meters in one go, exemplifying his ability to instantly explode forward, crossing nine meters in a few steps to topple an enemy three times his distance away, just like a real white-browed tiger.

At this moment, Wu Li, recently reaching Master Level, couldn’t achieve the ferocious power of Master Guo with his Xingyi Fist, but his Tiger Form leaping four meters and chopping down with the Splitting Fist was nonetheless incredibly fierce.

For a split second, Wang Xiaobo felt as though a tiger was truly pouncing at him, accompanied by a gust of blood-tinged wind!