6 to 1? No, it's 5 to 2.

Nut was stunned. It was the first time he had witnessed such a head-on, intense fight up close. Especially Rosen's recent movements, which were incredibly smooth, like flowing water.

He first flipped over Rosen's back, then hoisted Sun Zheng Tang's burly body, delivering a powerful flying suplex! Sun Zheng Tang was sent flying like a sandbag, crashing hard into the wall, making the very ground tremble—

Nut swore he had only ever seen moves like that in movies.

"Now, 5 to 1."

After finishing, Rosen turned around and said calmly to Sun Zheng Tang, who was lying on the ground.

So cool! Nut thought. If only I could be like that someday, even just once!

But Sun Zheng Tang was clearly no pushover—10 seconds later, he stood up again.

"Not bad, kid." Sun Zheng Tang's expressionless face was filled with rage. The scar that ran across his entire face became more prominent as blood rushed to it, making it stand out against his skin.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, raised his right hand, and pointed directly at Rosen: "Again!"

It wasn't until Sun Zheng Tang's roar reached him that Nut finally snapped out of his daze. He quickly helped Lin Yin, who was nearly unconscious, up from the ground and retreated to a corner of the room. What happened next was beyond his involvement.

The air in the arena seemed to freeze under the immense pressure of two top pilots.

"What if I win?" Rosen asked, facing Sun Zheng Tang, his eyes narrowed, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Hmph, quite the confidence," Sun Zheng Tang chuckled dismissively. "If you win, you can do whatever you want. I'll pretend I saw nothing."

"You mean that—for real?" Rosen curled his lips, making the final confirmation.

"For real!"

"Good!"

Rosen then slightly clenched his fists, placing them one in front of the other, held forward—a standard defensive stance in street fighting techniques.

Sun Zheng Tang crossed his fists in front of his chest, then drove his right fist down forcefully to the right of his crotch, while his left fist rose to the left of his head, knuckles facing himself. His legs were spread wide, his stance low—this was the standard fighting posture of military combat techniques.

Neither of them looked away, their eyes fixed on their respective targets—if Jiang Tianzheng saw this scene, he would surely be furious.

"Go!!!"

A roar echoed in the arena, and the two figures stomped hard on the ground, then crashed into each other fiercely.

Sun Zheng Tang, worthy of being China's best pilot, knew Rosen would dodge his explosive arm attacks and go for his lower body. So, Sun Zheng Tang kept his center of gravity low from the start. He was like a charging rugby player, neither dodging nor evading, charging straight at Rosen!

But Rosen wasn't afraid at all. The crimson light flashed in his eyes once more—

Rosen didn't know what kind of mutation was happening to him. He only knew that whenever he calmed his mind, everything in front of him seemed to slow down.

No matter how fast his opponent was, even if they exceeded the speed of sound, to Rosen's eyes, they appeared sluggish and slow, like a slideshow.

Rosen suddenly thought of the "high-precision targeting system" installed in Kunlun's head. Although he didn't know how to use it during his last fight with Shandong, could this system be related to the anomaly he was experiencing now?

But now was definitely not the time to ponder such things—

Sun Zheng Tang's flushed face was already inches away.

Rosen's expression was stern as he retreated rapidly. Sun Zheng Tang pressed forward, and as the room wasn't large, after just a few steps, he had Rosen backed against the wall!

"Let's see where you run now!!"

"Bring it on!"

Sun Zheng Tang stomped his foot and charged forward with a raised fist. Rosen no longer evaded; he swung his arms in response to Sun Zheng Tang's enthusiastic greeting—

Then, an incredibly fierce storm of punches erupted between the two!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Sun Zheng Tang landed a punch on Rosen's right cheek, but Rosen didn't dodge, taking the hit head-on!

His swollen right cheek grazed Sun Zheng Tang's fist as he lunged forward—an uppercut bypassed Sun Zheng Tang's chest guard and landed squarely on his jaw!

Sun Zheng Tang was tough too. Despite having several teeth knocked out, he didn't utter a sound and threw another straight punch at Rosen's left cheek!

They continued to fight like this, trading blows.

Bang bang bang!

In less than a minute, both were covered in blood—their own and their opponent's.

"Hahahahahaha!" Sun Zheng Tang roared with laughter as he threw punches. The rage had vanished from his blood-splattered and bruised face, replaced by an unprecedented joy. "This is exhilarating! Four years, it's been four years! I haven't felt this exhilarated in so long!"

As he spoke, they each took at least 10 more punches from the other!

"Kid, you're damn strong. I like you more and more!"

Sun Zheng Tang landed a left elbow strike to Rosen's chest, sending him staggering back to the wall, blood trickling from his mouth.

Sun Zheng Tang seized the opportunity and swung his right fist, which had been gathering power for a long time—the punch carried a strong gust of wind, heading straight for Rosen's face!!

One hit, and the match would be decided!

Sun Zheng Tang seemed to have already envisioned himself winning—

"6 to 1! I win!"

But the moment his fist swung out, the smile on Sun Zheng Tang's face froze.

Because a familiar scene unfolded once more—the crimson glow in Rosen's eyes had reappeared.

And his own right fist, already launched like a rocket, was impossible to stop!

All the pain and effort Rosen had endured before were for this very moment.

Sun Zheng Tang had already been fooled once and wouldn't fall for it a second time, so the storm of punches Rosen had exchanged with him was all for this moment—

For this moment when Sun Zheng Tang's mind was clouded by the joy of victory.

A red light flashed in Rosen's eyes, and the trajectory of the punch was instantly perceived.

"Indeed, the match is decided."

Rosen darted forward, circling around the punch before it landed, immediately dodging it and appearing behind Sun Zheng Tang—Sun Zheng Tang's center of gravity was still forward on his right foot, leaving him no time to adjust or counter.

Rosen squatted down, gripping Sun Zheng Tang's waist tightly, and lifted him up again!

However, after Sun Zheng Tang's feet left the ground, Rosen didn't choose to throw him—Rosen directly activated his core, bending backward with all his might!

"Now—5 to 2!"

Amidst Rosen's roar, Sun Zheng Tang's body immediately plummeted downward like a falling meteor!!

0.5 seconds earlier.

After Sun Zheng Tang's head slammed into the ground, his neck bent forward at a 90-degree angle, and his shoulder hit the ground—the hard surface beneath them even cracked from the impact.

A supremely classic German suplex was thus recreated.