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“Sapane’s chance of winning lies in ‘close combat,’ so he must attack, even if he gets beaten up, he must find a way to seize that sliver of opportunity, otherwise he will be even less likely to win when he is exhausted.”
"That being said, I think... Sapain might not be as anxious as the audience thinks. Maybe he's genuinely happy right now."
As if to prove Yato's point, Sapain took a series of alternating hooks from Gaolang, his teeth bleeding, but he was still laughing excitedly, seemingly oblivious to the pain. He seized the opportunity to deliver a mid-section sweep kick and a spinning elbow strike, but Gaolang dodged it with a slide step.
It doesn't matter, it's just a feint.
After being beaten for so long, they should have learned their lesson by now.
He stomped his feet on the ground, raising waves of dust.
The perfectly maintained distance has finally been successfully shortened.
“Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola——!!!”
Hands, feet, knees, elbows.
At that moment, Sapain seemed to transform into the well-known Gaolang, unleashing the signature eight-arm combo of Muay Thai, his attack as fierce as a sandstorm.
Swish!
A flicked elbow grazed almost Gaolang's chin.
Gaolang felt a burning pain in his jaw.
The description of "elbows as sharp as knives" is not only applicable to Muay Thai, but also to Burmese boxing.
He suddenly raised his left arm and threw an uppercut.
It accurately hit the liver and kidney areas.
"Huh? No."
The impact of the attacks was incredibly satisfying.
Sensing something was amiss, Gaolang retreated.
But at that moment, Sapain did a 540-degree backspin and unleashed a whip kick known as the 'One-Legged Whirlwind'.
Gaolang reacted quickly and dodged.
"Drink!!!"
Sapa's attack missed, but he didn't care.
Because he has already achieved his goal.
His head was raised high, and he smashed down on Gaolang like a heavy hammer!
"Here it comes! Sapane's deadly headbutt—!"
"We can't use that trick!"
Yato blurted it out without thinking.
boom!
His head hit the ground.
It instantly cracked the solid playing field.
The large cracks stretched for more than three meters.
The power of that headbutt was simply indescribable.
But this doesn't change the fact that Sapain missed the mark.
"..."
The entire audience was in an uproar, completely unprepared for this outcome.
The fighters stared wide-eyed, feeling a sense of fear towards the man standing in the arena.
During the process of the headbutt coming down.
Gaolang, in a crouching, diving position, unleashed a powerful right hook that struck Sapain squarely in the head, knocking him off course...!
"call……"
Gaolang exhaled and lowered his still-smoking right fist.
Looking at the unconscious Sapain with those dead fish eyes, he said in a flat tone:
"Even an idiot would learn tactics after being beaten so many times... You've gotten stronger, Sapain. You're a true warrior now."
Subsequently, after confirmation by the referee.
The entire stadium erupted in enthusiastic cheers.
"The results are in! The winner of the second match of the first round in Group A is 'Thailand Fighting God' Gaolang Unsavado, belonging to [Eight Heads Trading]!"
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Although they didn't inflict too many injuries on Gaolang, no one dared to say that Sapain was too weak.
His combat skills are evident to everyone.
On the contrary, Gaolang's performance was quite surprising.
There are no rules or boxing gloves to bind you.
With his full power unleashed, Gaolang easily defeated Sapain, a formidable fighter who was a strong contender for the top six or even the top eight, by using only a fraction of his strength.
Despite losing the match, Sapain displayed the flair of a fighter, and his passionate and unrestrained masculinity garnered him a large following worldwide.
"Before the third match starts, let's read some online comments from the Kengan Association's official website." Katahara Sayaka knew how to maintain the atmosphere of the event, and she didn't even let the intermission go to waste, finding a laptop to do some lighthearted entertainment.
After reading several high-quality comments that had been filtered out.
Katahara Sayaka suddenly exclaimed "Eh!" and looked at Yato with a playful smile.
"A netizen would like to ask Mr. Igarashi a question. He said that when the match just ended, Mr. Igarashi seemed to say 'We can't use this move.' Was it because you saw through Gaolang's counter move? If so, could you explain what you made that judgment based on?"
"..."
Yato paused for a moment upon hearing this, put down his cup, and considered for a moment before saying:
"To say that I could see through it in advance would be an exaggeration. I don't know exactly what kind of counterattack Gaolang would make, but judging from the situation, Gaolang, who has always used a scatter-style fighting style, is unlikely to let his guard down after the distance is closed."
"Despite employing some deceptive tactics, combining feints and real moves, Sapain's powerful and sweeping whirlwind kick made it seem as if he intended to use it as the finishing move to end the match."
"But in reality... at the time, it wasn't the 'right' choice, and that's what sounded the alarm for Gaolang. Why did Sapain abandon his highest priority 'grab and hold' and instead use a long-range move?"
"The reason is simple: he wants to force Gaolang to dive, and then headbutt him before he lands, using his body weight to try and score in one blow."
"Even if this move misses, we won't lose our ability to fight. We can just try again in the third round. It's just that... Gaolang's ability to seize opportunities is too strong."
"He and Carlos are completely different in style. Compared to the flexible and meticulous Carlos, Gaolang's attacks are precise and decisive. Although it is risky, he can turn one point into ten. This is what makes Gaolang Unsavardo so terrifying."
After hearing his words, the audience and netizens suddenly realized what he meant.
Those professional players who had fought against Gaolang sighed in deep agreement.
"I didn't realize this guy's commentary skills were so decent."
From the audience, Kaguya spoke in a mocking tone.
“I think Lord Yato’s vision is the most praiseworthy.” Hayasaka Ai was holding a computer and typing away, staring intently at the screen. She said calmly, “As per Lord Yato’s pre-match instructions, I placed bets on both Carlos Medal and Gaolang Unsavard. My account balance has now tripled.”
"...It seems he's better suited to be the market maker than a commentator."
……
A short while later, the third match began.
——【Toyo Electric Power】vs. 【Steel Agent】.
— Julius Reinhardt vs. Jun Kwan.
Yato watched the two muscular men enter the arena and silently activated the system's detection function.
The two players from the last match, Gaolang and Sapain, have very similar attributes.
Sapain 15.5.
Gaolang 15.1.
Although it has an advantage in attributes, it's only in 'physique'.
His strength and agility are both lower than Gaolang's.
Compared to them.
The attribute difference in the third match was truly outrageous.
Julius: Strength 7, Agility 4.1, Constitution 7, Total 18.1.
Guan Linchun: Strength 5.8, Agility 3.8, Constitution 6, Total 15.6.
Yato truly didn't expect that at this level, there would still be such a large gap, with such a significant difference in attribute values. If this were Himuro Ryo, it would be enough to bring his overall strength close to that of a top-tier fighter.
"But speaking of which... Hayami Katsumasa was attacked on the ship and went missing overnight, yet he survived unharmed. Did he manage to repel the attackers and move to a safe place in time to avoid a second wave of attacks?"
Recalling the old man with burns on his face among the company representatives during the lottery in the hall yesterday, Yato's eyes flickered, and his mind raced.
While he was pondering these things.
The two muscular guys in the arena have already started fighting.
Seeing this, Yato had no choice but to temporarily suppress his suspicions and turn his attention to the match itself.
Although the explanation was 'forced', he was serious about completing the task.
Julius.
The 'superman' created by German science and technology.
Whether Julius truly possessed the greatest strength in human history is debatable, but he was certainly the strongest fighter in the history of the Kengan Association.
Its body, resembling a small mountain, gives people a terrifying visual impact and a sense of psychological oppression.
In contrast, Guan Linchun.
After undergoing unimaginable training, he possesses extraordinary strength and a near-immortal, resilient physique. He is also tall and robust, and can be described as a 'giant' even by ordinary standards.
The clash between these two muscular men was more spectacular than a sumo wrestling match!
However, in Yato's eyes, the outcome of this battle was already quite obvious.
Julius stopped at the round of 16 in the original timeline, and Jun Sekibayashi did the same. At first glance, they seem to be on the same level, but in reality, Julius is at least as strong as the top eight.
Even the Wakatsuki samurai were beaten to the ground and left with many wounds, but in the end, he cleverly used tactics to turn the tide of the battle. These injuries became the prelude to the Wakatsuki samurai's later defeat.
This shows just how strong Julius was.
As for Sekirin Jun, although Yato had drunk with him and the two had a fairly good relationship, even when he offered some off-field advice as a commentator, he wouldn't listen.
Guan Linchun was such a man.
To take on injuries as a wrestler's creed and duty.
This also honed his indomitable physique and top-notch defensive skills.
He can be described as a master of defensive techniques.
But simply being able to withstand beatings is absolutely not enough to defeat Julius, whose physique is even stronger than his.
One force can overcome ten skills.
This is Julius's battle strategy.
He doesn't know any fighting techniques; he fights solely based on the most scientific methods and meticulous logical thinking, making him a veritable war machine.
The two wrestled for more than ten minutes. Guan Linchun tried his best but could not do anything to Julius. The difference in strength between the two was too great. Wrestling techniques require close contact, as do locks, and the essence of wrestling is grappling.
Julius would never give Guan Linchun a chance to complete his moves, always taking the initiative to disrupt or interrupt with brute force, and then seizing the opportunity to launch a fierce attack.
His attacks were far more terrifying than Sapain's.
The punch slammed into the ground, creating a crater over five meters wide. Fortunately, Guan Linchun dodged it, otherwise that punch would have knocked him out.
That being said, it only delayed the time of defeat.
Another three minutes passed.
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