pjbooks Chapter 107 A Stunning Reversal, The Loser Eats the Dust
Chapter 107 A Stunning Reversal, The Loser Eats the Dust
Chapter 107 A Stunning Reversal, The Loser Eats the Dust
After Singh Bungis finished his harsh remarks, the female host began to fan the flames: "Mr. Panda, what is your response to this?"
"Ugh..." The words had barely left his lips when he made a vomiting gesture: "Ugh..."
"Sorry, please forgive my rudeness." Ma Jie gagged a few times, then took the microphone: "Forgive my bluntness, ladies, but those words really made me nauseous. However, it's not his fault, because based on Mr. 'Toilet Cleaning's' understanding, he most likely took what's shown in Bollywood as reality."
"At least in our country, nobody wants to have relations with animals, nobody would lose to Pakistan at the Olympics, and nobody would have a newly purchased plane shot down."
"What did you say?!" Before Ma Jie could finish speaking, Singh Bungis was already flushed, excitedly waving his fist: "We're third in the world, first in Asia! Didn't you see the news? All our villages have electricity now, and we're going to build a hundred million public toilets in the future!!!"
"Pfft..." Seeing his exasperated appearance, Ma Jieke was really at a loss. He spread his hands and said, "Okay, okay, don't get angry over such a small thing. We're not here to argue today."
After the female host finished explaining the procedure, she gestured to the placard-holding lady waiting in the wings: "Okay, both contestants have finished speaking, let's move on to the official competition stage."
A beautiful and shapely bunny girl wearing fishnet stockings smiled and walked around the octagonal cage.
Actually, all of this is unnecessary and purely for the sake of ritual. The competition adopts the sudden death rule, and there is only one round in total, with no regular rest time.
The referee separated the two players, and they returned to their respective cages.
As soon as the starting bell rang, Singh, nicknamed the Black Prince, rushed over without hesitation.
He was already furious with Ma Jieke, and now that he finally had a chance to beat him up, he was determined to go all out.
The overwhelming sense of pressure made Ma Jieke dare not underestimate his opponent, and he dodged to the side a second in advance.
Singh slammed his outstretched hand onto the iron cage, causing the entire arena to tremble.
Hiss... What is this? The core combat technique of Karalipayat martial arts integrates animal-inspired movements with the body.
Although China also has similar martial arts, such as Zonghequan and Baiyuanxian Tongbeiquan, they are mostly for fitness and performance purposes, and very few can be used in actual combat.
Seeing that he missed, Ma Jieke didn't sit still. He retaliated with a backflip sweep kick, knocking him to the ground.
Then he leaped down and slammed into his face, using his elbow as an anchor point.
If you're going to fight, and you don't choose the most dangerous spots to fight, you might as well go to Leshan and become a giant Buddha.
As it turned out, the kid reacted extremely quickly and actually walked on the spot according to the timer, causing the landing point to deviate and hit him hard on the shoulder bone.
Crack! At the moment of impact, it seemed as if a sound of bones shifting could be heard.
Singh, however, did not react at all. Taking advantage of the fact that Majek was unable to follow up with a combo, he sprang up from the ground with a somersault.
Then he grabbed his right arm and lifted it up with all his might, instantly restoring the arm that had turned white.
"What?" Quillin Nelson in the commentary booth looked puzzled. "Where did this weirdo come from? If it were me, I would have stopped the game."
"Buddy, you're making a big fuss over nothing," Old Kevin chuckled, explaining from the side. "This is the Black Prince's unique Ayurvedic healing technique, originating from ancient India more than 5,000 years ago. He once had two ribs broken in a semi-final match, but guess what? He managed to finish the game and turn the tables with amazing perseverance."
"Terrible, no... it's simply unbelievable."
"Both sides spread out and probed each other, which is good. They've returned to the rhythm of the game and are now trading blows back and forth."
"Nice! A beautiful straight kick, full of power and precision."
"Phew, that was a close call. Ah Bao was almost hit."
"The attack isn't over, feint, more feint, and then a sudden HookKick!" (roundhouse kick)
"My goodness, what kind of physical fitness is this? Abao was forced to the edge of the board."
"Punch, yes, keep going, launch a storm of attacks. This isn't a match, it's purely Singh's personal show. He's staging a prince's revenge."
Although Ma Jie wanted to fight back, his opponent's movements were simply too fast, far exceeding the level of a certain rank in basic combat.
The reason I was able to launch a successful counterattack just now was simply because I took advantage of his impatience.
Fortunately, he had a backup skill. Seeing that the [Explosive Shield] had already recovered, he directly created an opening for him.
Upon seeing this, Singh's eyes flashed with surprise. He spun 360 degrees on the spot, and his right fist, like a dragon emerging from the sea, drew a terrifying arc and slammed heavily into Ma Jack's head.
"Oh my god!" Old Kevin slammed his hand on the table excitedly, almost putting the microphone in his mouth: "A Bao made a serious mistake. He was hit hard in the head. It seems that the Black Prince's prophecy has come true. No Chinese person can win five consecutive matches in this boxing ring. God bless him. I hope he can hold on until the ambulance arrives. After all, the power of that spinning hook can be 1.5 times that of a regular heavy punch."
"I hereby declare the match over. The winner is..."
"What?" The sudden popping sound startled the entire audience.
Old Kevin froze, his body completely petrified, as if being stared at by Medusa.
At the same time, Quillin Nelson suddenly jumped onto the commentary platform, then did a side somersault to the ground, staring in astonishment at the scene before him.
Inside the octagon, Ma Jieke's body shifted slightly, and his head tilted to the side, but he did not fall to the ground; his lower body was completely welded shut.
"Have you had enough? It's my turn."
Facing the dumbfounded Indian boxer, Majac forced a sneer, his right fist gathering power and growing larger and larger in his vision.
Simple and unpretentious, powerful brick-flying, no skill required, all about numbers.
This devastating blow, delivered with double the force, left Singh's body unable to keep up even as his brain processed it.
The punch landed squarely, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, his feet leaving the ground.
Boom! After hitting the wire mesh of the octagonal cage, it fell to the floor like a sandbag.
"Pfft..." He spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground, causing gasps from the entire audience.
But this guy, I don't know where he got the willpower from, still tried to struggle to stand up despite being so badly injured.
Seeing his exaggerated reaction, Ma Jie didn't say a word and quickly took a running start to complete a turn and a backflip.
His right foot landed accurately and powerfully, striking the back of the head with all his might.
Bang! Singh's face slammed into the floor at close range, and he lay on the ground, twitching his fingers twice before passing out completely.
"Armada!" (Bicycle kick)
Quillin, sitting in the audience, shouted, "My God, what did I just see? It's a miracle!"
"Po withstood a powerful uppercut and, with incredible defensive ability, staged another amazing comeback!"
"Just like before, he rampaged through the octagon, showcasing his superb skills and stunning the entire arena. He shattered all doubts from the outside world, and he trampled the losers under his feet to become the king!"
"This is a fucking competition, this is a fucking fight, you never know what will happen until the very last second!"
"Rise, audience! Let's give a standing ovation and screams to your god of martial arts!"
"KungFuPanda, VICTORY!"
As Quilin delivered his passionate commentary, the entire audience erupted in cheers, rising from their seats to applaud.
"Great! We won! We won!"
In the stands, Sandy and Fiona, who had come specifically to watch the game, hugged each other tightly, jumping and skipping with excitement.
"Damn it, I haven't secreted this much estrogen in a long time. Just now, I felt like my pants were all wet."
"No way, Fiona, that's way too much."
"Shut up! Take me to the toilet right now!"
On the bench, manager Sawa breathed a sigh of relief and high-fived Jimmy.
Meanwhile, the referee's bench, which no one was paying attention to, was surrounded by Singh's coaching staff, who loudly denounced the opponent's cheating behavior.
Because, judging from both experience and logic, the probability of taking such a heavy punch and surviving unscathed is infinitesimally close to zero.
Given this unexpected situation, the referee signaled to Majad not to move and to remain in the octagon for a medical examination, while Singh was urgently carried away on a stretcher by medical personnel.
"Cheating? Do you want to hear what you're talking about?"
Max ran over, his voice trembling with emotion, and shouted at the Indians, "If you can't handle losing, then get out of here and stop disgusting people!"
The opposing coach argued forcefully: "Madam, please watch your words. We are simply making a normal appeal."
"Really? All I see is a bunch of shameless Indian monkeys targeting a contestant who won the match through skill."
"What did you say?!"
"Say that again!"
"Madam, this is racist!"
Clearly, her words provoked outrage. That's how it is on the North American server; if you want to anger a group, you often only need a single word.
"What, you want to fight?" Facing the threats of a group of men, Max rolled up her sleeves: "I'm warning you, I'm white, I'm a woman, I'm a single mother, and I'm a LGBTQ+ person! If any of you dare touch me, I'll make you pay until you're broke!"
"Come on, who wants to be the first warrior?"
She took a step forward with her chest out, and the group of people instinctively stepped back.
Goodness, this is really good! The buff stacking is incredible; any one of these buffs alone would be enough to give you a hard time.
"Max, calm down." Quillin, who was watching the drama unfold, laughed. "You don't need to take it seriously. I'm serious, I saw everything that happened on stage, it was clean and there was no controversy."
"Do you even need to tell me?" Max glanced at his former colleague, then stood beside the referee's table, quietly awaiting the verdict.
The Indians wanted to say something to the referee team, but she rudely blocked them from entering, leaving them only able to glare at her in anger.
Inside the iron cage, Ma Jieke is helplessly undergoing a medical examination.
However, in his opinion, this was a complete waste of time. What could you possibly find out, a stealth helmet?