pjbooks Chapter 104 Kung Fu Panda VS Polar Bear
Chapter 104 Kung Fu Panda VS Polar Bear
Chapter 104 Kung Fu Panda VS Polar Bear
I randomly get Tyson, and you give me a passive ability that increases strength by 10%?
Even if he were to reduce it by 10%, it wouldn't stop him from knocking out his opponent with a single punch.
After analyzing the pros and cons, the most reasonable choice is to directly add it to [Mixed Martial Arts] to improve strength in non-Saiyan form.
[Mixed Martial Arts Iv2] has been enhanced, skill level increased to Iv3, and additional features have been added.
【War Stomp (Active)】: Stomp on the ground, stunning all targets within a 2-meter radius for 1 second. After the stun ends, movement and reaction speed are reduced by 30% for 5 seconds. Cooldown: 60 minutes.
Huh? Looking at this skill description, Ma Jieke was a little flustered.
It is indeed quite practical. After all, in a fighting competition, what does it mean to control your opponent for even a second? It's enough to change the course of the battle.
The problem is that the skill cooldown is too long. After all, even in a UFC main event, a round only lasts 5 minutes, and there are a total of three rounds.
Including halftime, it won't exceed 30 minutes, so it can be used at most once per game.
However, it's not enough for me to challenge three opponents in a row like last time.
But to my delight, after completing the task the next day, I obtained two more combat-related skills.
The first one is still the one-star [Mixed Martial Arts], so this can be considered a successful upgrade to level 4.
Although the exact maximum level for basic skills is unknown, Ma Jieke deduced from his testing that it would not exceed 15.
level.
While mixed martial arts might not be intuitive enough, the distinction between level 4 and level 4 American Iaijutsu is relatively clear. Level 4 strength is basically equivalent to the average level of a US active-duty soldier with more than 2 years of experience. It can crush ordinary people, but on the battlefield, it is absolutely cannon fodder.
Based on this calculation, if one were to advance four more levels, they would become the elite soldier in the regular army.
Reach level 12 to become a top-tier mercenary; reach the maximum level to become the King of Assassins, the strongest warrior on Earth.
In the context of mixed martial arts, it can be roughly divided into amateur fighters, professional fighters, top fighters, and martial arts masters.
The second skill is amazing, a side quest reward worth 3 stars.
[Golden Ticket]: Refreshes the task panel and skill rewards. The first success rate is 100%, and the subsequent success rate is 30%.
【Explosive Shield】: Passively gain a shield that reduces damage taken by 90%. The shield expires after taking damage, causing your next attack to deal double damage. Cooldown: 10 minutes.
【Lucky Dice】: Roll 3 six-sided dice to get a random value from 3 to 18, and receive a random reward based on the value.
Upon seeing these three skills, the first one that caught Ma Jie's eye was the Burst Shield.
This supermodel, visible to the naked eye, has a 90% damage immunity, which means that being hit by an ordinary person with their bare hands is no different from being tickled.
Because the punching power of an average adult is between 15 and 30 kilograms, after reduction, it is only 1.5 to 3 kilograms.
Professional boxers can weigh around 100 to 150 kilograms. After deductions, they are left with 10 to 15 kilograms, which is roughly equivalent to the weakest person in the average life.
Even if you bring in Mike Tyson at his peak, it wouldn't be too much for me to stand still and take a punch from him, would it?
Moreover, once the shield is broken, there is a buff that can deal double damage.
Can this double damage be simply understood as punching power x2?
Such useful skills, and they provide real-time combat power, why wouldn't you choose them? As for the [Golden Ticket] and [Lucky Dice], to be honest, they're not bad either.
The former is a strategic skill; once acquired, it allows you to farm the skill combinations you want, making it easier to achieve your desired build.
The latter is purely for gamblers; those with bad luck are advised against trying it. Therefore, the latest power combination becomes [Mixed Martial Arts Lv4] + [War Stomp] + [Explosive Shield] +
[Fake Boxing Champion] + [Ruthless Combo] + [Working Saint Body].
This skill set is visually appealing and is the kind of look that Roguelike players love to see.
With everything ready, we set off for the Old Silver Club on Sunset Boulevard as night fell.
Inside the venue, the seating area, which can accommodate up to a thousand people, was already packed.
The VIP area closest to the octagon was also packed with big names who came to watch the game.
What's striking is that today, regardless of their nationality, all the female waitresses are wearing colorful Chinese cheongsams.
There were also some decorative elements such as red lanterns, Chinese knots, and blue and white porcelain on site.
It seems they change the theme every now and then, similar to those themed bars.
"Mr. Jack, it's nice to see you again." As soon as Ma Jack entered the preparation area, a pleasant Chinese female voice came to his ears.
"Miss Shirley Yang?" He smiled politely at the female assistant who appeared before him. "I hope I haven't misremembered your name."
"Your memory isn't bad." Shirley Yang returned the smile. "Mr. Tang, please come in."
Faced with the invitation from her sugar daddy, Ma Jie naturally dared not be negligent and followed her into the VIP area.
The other person was still the same as before, with slicked-back hair, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, looking quite old-fashioned, probably in his 50s.
Ma Jieke had only ever seen this kind of retro outfit in Wong Kar-wai's films.
After exchanging greetings, Tang Yongliang smiled with satisfaction: "Not bad, young man. I didn't get enough of you last time, so I specially invited you to have another match today. If it's convenient, could you tell me your master's name?"
"Sorry, sir, I don't have a master." To satisfy his sugar daddy's curiosity, Ma Jieke started to make things up: "If I had one, I only attended a few months of martial arts training classes."
"I see." The other person paused for a moment, then had a new question: "Then you must have a set of martial arts techniques, or rather, a sense of direction. You can't possibly train like this by just burying yourself in your own hands and practicing hard."
"I believe in Bruce Lee's martial arts philosophy: to use no way as way, to use the infinite as the finite, to be unrestrained and free to express oneself."
"Good, that's got personality." Hearing Ma Jieke's "explanation," the sponsor laughed even more heartily: "Then I won't take up any more of your time. Get ready to go on stage. Remember, young man, once you're on stage, you're not just representing yourself, but also our nation. We can lose the competition, but we can't lose the spirit of the Chinese people."
"If you can win today's match, you can come to Chinatown to find me if you encounter any difficulties in the future, or you can go directly to the headquarters of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce."
"Thank you, Mr. Tang. I will do my best." Upon hearing the last two sentences, Ma Jie clasped his hands in a perfunctory gesture of respect.
Good grief, this is an underground boxing match that's not even protected by law, and they're trying to give it some kind of value.
If it weren't for the $3, I wouldn't have bothered coming. Money is money, so why all the fuss? Anyone who didn't know better would think I was here for the Olympics.
He returned to the bench, closed his eyes to rest, and waited for about seven or eight minutes before all the lights went out. "I'm a 'lady and a gentleman'!"
1
It was that familiar opening line again, accompanied by a wave of sound that filled the entire venue, and the commentary booth was the first to be lit up by the lights.
Unsurprisingly, the commentators were once again Kevin and Quillin Nelson, the classic black and white duo.
The former is a resident commentator for the club, while the latter is a guest commentator.
He had already terminated his contract with the club, but after learning that today was Ma Jieke's home game, he resolutely decided to come over, taking only a small temporary contract appearance fee, just to support his favorite player.
"Welcome to the Old Silver Club! I'm your old friend Kevin. Let's give a round of applause to our special guest, former MMA professional fighter and heavy hitter Quillin Nelson!"
"Hey buddy, what are you doing here again?" After going through the standard procedure, old Kevin spun his commentary chair, deliberately turning to the side and feigning confusion. "If I remember correctly, weren't you fired? Were you forced into this by the union for community service today?"
“That’s right.” Quillin nodded with his arms crossed, speaking in a thick West Coast accent: “According to the amount on my temporary contract, it’s not much different from doing volunteer work. As far as I know, the last time there was such a good deal was when the US Secretary of State bought Alaska from the Russians for 2 cents per acre.”
"No, no, no, I think Trump stole the Iron Throne by bribing blue-collar voters in swing states."
"According to unreliable sources, he gave each voter a bottle of 500 fentanyl tablets and a whole roasted turkey."
"They're selling it really cheaply."
"Who can argue with that? If it were me, I'd definitely get at least one more dental insurance policy."
"Haha, that sounds really tempting."
The two went from joking around to discussing politics, which made the entire audience burst into laughter.
Old Kevin kept his eyes glued to the timer on the table, exchanged a few more casual jokes with his partner, and said right on cue, "Alright, buddy, we've taken enough time. After all, this show is called 'Fight Night,' not 'The Kevin Show' or 'The Quillin Show.'"
"Next, everyone hold your breath, please welcome the fighter from China, this season's Rookie of the Year, KungFu..."
Panda, ahhhhhh—Baby!
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound engineer precisely timed the moment and started playing the classic background music "Hero" from Kung Fu Panda.
A variety of Chinese and Western musical instruments, including strings, brass instruments, erhu, guzheng, and yangqin, intertwine to create a joyful musical ocean.
Sitting in the dark, Ma Jie felt nothing but awkwardness. It was just an underground boxing match; why all the fuss and formalities?
As the music reached its climax, laser lights suddenly shone on him.
An even more awkward scene unfolded when several Asian women in cheongsams appeared out of nowhere and started dancing around him.
While jumping, they pulled and tugged at him, signaling him to do the same steps and movements. In this way, amidst cheers, he walked into the octagon in a daze.
"Wow, the audience is really enthusiastic." Quilin quickly followed the script and said, "Now, let me explain the rules. This match is privately sponsored and will be a gauntlet match. Abao will fight against three fighting masters from different countries. The order in which these three fighters will appear will be based on their record from lowest to highest."
"Now, please welcome our first challenger, the polar war bear from Russia—Tonya Kirasanchivov Ivanotana!"
Ma Jieke looked utterly bewildered. Goodness, such a long name, aren't you afraid of biting your tongue?
But this...Donya? Ivanotana?
That sounds like a Russian girl's name! Did you grab the wrong cue card?