Newt was utterly stunned. It was his first time witnessing such a razor-sharp fight at close range, especially Rosen's previous sequence of moves, which had flowed as smoothly as drifting clouds and running water.
He had first somersaulted behind Sun Zheng Tang, then hoisted Sun Zheng Tang's burly body and delivered a powerful flying throw! Sun Zheng Tang flew out like a sandbag and slammed viciously into the wall, making even the floor tremble—
Newt swore he had only ever seen a move like that in movies.
"Now, it's 5 to 1."
After doing all that, Rosen turned around and calmly spoke to Sun Zheng Tang, who was lying on the ground.
That was so cool! Newt thought. If only I could have a day like that someday, even just once!
But Sun Zheng Tang was clearly no small fry either—ten seconds later, he got back to his feet.
"Not bad, kid." Sun Zheng Tang's expressionless face was filled with fury. The scar running across his entire face gradually reddened with rage, standing out sharply against the surrounding skin.
He spat out the blood in his mouth, raised his right hand, and pointed straight at Rosen. "Again!"
Only when Sun Zheng Tang's roar rang out did Newt finally snap out of his fantasy. He hurriedly helped Lin Yin, who was nearly unconscious, up from the floor and retreated to a corner of the room. What came next was no longer something he could interfere with.
Under the peak pressure of two top pilots, the air in the room seemed to freeze solid.
"What if I win?" Rosen faced Sun Zheng Tang directly, narrowing his eyes as he asked neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"Hmph, you've got quite the mouth on you." Sun Zheng Tang sneered. "If you win, you can do whatever you want. I'll pretend I never saw anything."
"You mean that?" Rosen curled his lips, making one final confirmation.
"I do!"
"Good!"
Rosen then lightly clenched his fists, holding them level before him, one forward and one back, assuming the standard ready stance of street fighting.
Sun Zheng Tang, meanwhile, crossed his clenched fists before his chest. Then he forcefully dropped his right fist to the right side of his groin while raising his left fist beside the left side of his head, with the knuckles facing himself. His legs spread wide, one before the other, and his stance sank slightly—this was the standard combat stance of military boxing.
Neither took their eyes off the other, staring fixedly at their respective target—if Jiang Tianzheng saw this, he would definitely be furious enough to drop dead.
"Charge!!!"
A furious roar rang through the room. The two figures kicked off the ground and crashed violently into each other.
Sun Zheng Tang truly deserved his reputation as one of China's finest pilots. He knew Rosen would definitely avoid his explosively powerful arms and attack his lower body, so Sun Zheng Tang had lowered his center of gravity from the very start. Like a charging football player, he neither dodged nor evaded, ramming straight toward Rosen!
But Rosen was not afraid in the slightest. That scarlet light flickered in his eyes once more—
Rosen did not know exactly what kind of mutation had occurred within him. He only knew that whenever he calmed his mind and focused, everything before his eyes slowed down.
No matter how fast his opponent was, even if they surpassed the speed of sound, they appeared as sluggish and slow as a slideshow in Rosen's eyes.
Rosen suddenly thought of the "high-precision predictive aiming system" installed in Kunlun. Although he had not known how to use it during his previous battle against Shandong, could that system be connected to the mutation he was experiencing now?
But this was absolutely not the time to think about that—
Sun Zheng Tang's bloodshot face was already right before him.
Rosen's face turned cold as he retreated wildly. Sun Zheng Tang continued pressing forward, and the room was not large. After only a few steps, Sun Zheng Tang had forced Rosen against the wall!
"Let's see where you run now!!"
"Come on!"
Sun Zheng Tang stomped down and charged forward with his fist raised. Rosen no longer retreated either. He swung his arms as well, returning Sun Zheng Tang's enthusiastic greeting—
Then, a ferocious storm of punches erupted between them!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Sun Zheng Tang's fist struck Rosen's right cheek, but Rosen neither dodged nor evaded, taking it head-on!
His swollen right cheek scraped past Sun Zheng Tang's fist as his body surged forward—a hook immediately curved around Sun Zheng Tang's guard and struck him squarely on the chin!
Sun Zheng Tang was tough enough too. Even after several of his teeth were knocked loose, he did not utter a sound, instead throwing another straight punch at Rosen's left cheek!
The two continued fighting in a relentless tangle, trading punches and palm strikes.
Bang bang bang!
In less than a minute, both were covered in blood—some their own, some each other's.
"Hahahahahaha!" Sun Zheng Tang burst into laughter as he threw punches. The anger had long vanished from his face, now covered in blood and welts, replaced by unprecedented joy. "This is amazing! Four years—it's been four years! I've never felt this good before!"
As he spoke, the two took no fewer than ten more punches from each other!
"Kid, you're fucking strong. I like you more and more!"
Sun Zheng Tang struck Rosen in the chest with a left swinging elbow. Rosen was knocked straight back against the wall, several streaks of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Sun Zheng Tang pressed his advantage, his long-gathered right hand suddenly swinging out—the fist carried a violent gust of wind as it shot straight at Rosen's face!!
If it landed, the outcome would be decided!
Sun Zheng Tang could practically see himself claiming victory—
"6 to 1! I win!"
But the instant his punch flew out, the smile on Sun Zheng Tang's face froze.
Because that familiar scene had returned—scarlet light appeared in Rosen's eyes again.
And Sun Zheng Tang's right fist was already like a launched rocket, impossible to stop!
Every injury Rosen had endured, every effort he had made, was for this moment.
Sun Zheng Tang had already suffered once. He would never recklessly fall for the same trick a second time, so the storm of punches Rosen had exchanged with him had been for this very moment—
For the moment when Sun Zheng Tang's joy at impending victory clouded his mind.
Scarlet light flickered in Rosen's eyes, and he instantly saw through the fist's entire trajectory.
"Indeed, the outcome has been decided."
Before the fist could land, Rosen slipped forward and around it, dodging it at once and flashing behind Sun Zheng Tang—while Sun Zheng Tang's center of gravity was still forward over his right foot, leaving him no time at all to adjust or counterattack.
Rosen dropped into a deep squat, tightly locking both hands around Sun Zheng Tang's waist and lifting him up once again!
But after Sun Zheng Tang's feet left the ground, Rosen did not choose to throw him away—he drove from his waist and bent backward with all his strength!
"Now—it's 5 to 2!"
With Rosen's roar, Sun Zheng Tang's body immediately plunged downward like a falling meteor!!
Half a second later.
After Sun Zheng Tang's head struck the ground, his neck bent forward at a ninety-degree angle and his shoulders hit the floor—the hard ground beneath their feet was even smashed open with a crack.
An incomparably classic German suplex had returned to the world.
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