Chen Mochuan heard this and looked up at the big screen.
[No. 22 (Chen Mochuan) vs. No. 23 (Hong Yifei)]
The host who was warming up in the ring saw the showdown with the closest battle numbers so far. His eyes lit up. He immediately picked up the microphone and used an exciting tone to stir up the atmosphere. "Attention, audience friends! No. 22 vs. No. 23. This is the matchup with the closest battle numbers since the start of the game and theoretically equal strength! I have a hunch that a closely matched fight between dragons and tigers with sparks flying is about to take place!
Let's wait and see!"
Just as Chen Mochuan stood up and prepared to go on stage, he suddenly heard Li Biao next to him gnashing his teeth and whispering, "Brother Chuan, this Hong Yifei is not a good guy. He played dirty tricks on me during the audition the day before yesterday. Give him a hard time and teach him a lesson!"
Out of unreserved trust in his best friend, Chen Mochuan did not ask any more questions and simply replied with one word, "Okay!"
After passing the routine pre-match drug test, Chen Mochuan stepped onto the ring steadily and looked calmly at the opposite Hong Yifei, who was over 1.9 meters tall and had a strong physique.
On the other side of the ring, Hong Yifei crossed his arms and looked up and down at his opponent a few meters away with some scrutiny and arrogance. Then he twitched the corner of his mouth, revealed a slightly sarcastic smile, and squeezed out three words from between his teeth at a volume that only he could hear clearly. "Kill you."
Chen Mochuan, who has an excellent ear, naturally heard this unabashed provocation, but his heart was calm and his eyes did not even waver. He just waited quietly for the referee's instructions.
After entering the main match, in order to ensure the safety of the players, the ring referee has been changed from Mortal Shedding jing Martial Artist to the Innate Realm jing master who is stronger and can better control the situation.
After all, fists and feet have no eyes, which can better ensure the safety of players and avoid irreparable serious injuries.
"Game--begin!"
The moment the referee finished speaking, a fierce light flashed in Hong Yifei's eyes, and he kicked the ground suddenly. His strong body burst out with great speed, and he pounced on Chen Mochuan like a bull!
He planned to seize the initiative with a fierce first-hand offensive, destroy the opponent's defense in one fell swoop, and win a clean victory.
However, what made his pupils shrink suddenly was that the target figure in front of him only flickered slightly and suddenly disappeared from his sight like a ghost!
"No! It's too fast!" The alarm bell in Hong Yifei's heart rang wildly, and his rich combat intuition made him feel a fatal threat coming from the right!
He didn't even have time to turn his head to confirm, and instinctively bent his right arm, condensing his energy and strength, and struck a fierce sideways elbow in the direction of the perceived source of danger!
He believed that with his own strength and the ferocity of his elbows, he could cause the opponent to suffer a big loss!
Chen Mochuan, who had moved to Hong Yifei's side, had no intention of evading this powerful and heavy elbow strike.
He clenched his right fist tightly, and there was no fancy charge or change of moves. It was just a simple straight punch that embodies the essence of Neutralizing Force. He struck last and hit the side of the opponent's elbow brazenly!
"Bang!"
The fists and elbows met, making a muffled sound that was not particularly loud.
Hong Yifei only felt that he was enough to open the monument. Stone Splitting's elbow seemed to have hit an invisible flexible wall. All the power was cleverly released and guided. His arm was uncontrollably opened by a clever force, and the middle door opened wide!
Chen Mochuan's punch continued unabated. In the gap between breaking the opponent's defense, it drove straight in and stamped firmly on Hong Yifei's unprotected right rib!
"Bang--!"
This time the muffled sound was much heavier.
Hong Yifei's body trembled violently, and his face lost all color in an instant. He felt an overwhelming penetrating force penetrate into his body, his ribs made a heart-breaking "click" sound, and his internal organs seemed to be displaced by the shock.
The huge impact caused his feet to lift off the ground, and he flew sideways, drawing a low parabola in the air. With a "pop", he fell heavily to the floor of the ring a few meters away, curling up and letting out bursts of painful and suppressed groans.
Almost at the same time that Hong Yifei was attacked, the referee's figure appeared between the two people. The Innate Realm master had sharp eyes and immediately judged that Hong Yifei had completely lost its combat effectiveness.
He was ready to take action to stop Chen Mochuan's possible pursuit, but he saw that the young man who had just delivered that thunderous punch was now standing with his fist relaxed, his breathing steady, and his eyes calmly looking at the opponent who fell to the ground, as if he had already anticipated the result in front of him, and had no intention of continuing to attack.
This scene on the ring made the originally noisy venue quiet for a moment, and then erupted into louder exclamations and discussions than before!
"What's going on?! Is this the end?"
"Oh my God, just one punch?!"
"What about the promised fight between dragons and tigers, evenly matched?! Host, do you call this evenly matched?"
"Isn't there only one digit difference between their serial numbers? This gap is too big!"
"That Chen Mochuan----could it also be Martial Artist? But he is only number 22!"
In the player resting area, the contestants who had just witnessed this "instant kill" were also shocked by the overwhelming strength displayed by this punch, and many of them couldn't help but sit upright.
Even Zhong Xu, who had always been calm and seemed indifferent to everything, turned his head slightly at this moment, his eyes lingering on Chen Mochuan on the ring for a moment, with a trace of imperceptible scrutiny flashing in his eyes.
For a moment, whispers broke out in the rest area, and everyone asked acquaintances about this "22" that suddenly appeared.
Who exactly is the "number", but almost no one can provide precise information.
"I remembered! In the audition the day before yesterday, it seemed that he was the one who defeated the famous Yi An from Experimental Middle School!
And it is said that Yi An immediately abstained from voting after that----"
"I asked Yi An about the specific situation of that battle, but he refused to tell me, and his face was very ugly!"
"It's a pity that I didn't pay attention to his stage on the audition day----"
"Audition? He is not a directly invited seed player? And why is he only ranked No. 22? Is there something wrong with the ranking of the organizing committee?"
In the field, only a few people from Antu City, as well as Ding Muzhi, Gong Chuan and other players who knew some of Chen Mochuan's details, remained silent and did not join the discussion.
Soon, after checking Hong Yifei's injury, the referee loudly announced, "Winner, No. 22, Chen Mochuan!"
Hong Yifei had two broken ribs and his internal organs were shocked. However, with his body having a vitality and blood close to that of Tenth Rank, he could recover after a period of rest, so it was not considered a serious injury.
Of course, this is the result of Chen Mochuan deliberately keeping it in check.
If he hadn't controlled the force accurately, the outcome would never have been as simple as breaking two ribs.
After getting off the ring, Chen Mochuan walked to the players' rest area.
Along the way, he felt many eyes focused on him, some of them curious and probing, but more of them were filled with deep fear and solemnity, as if they were re-evaluating this "variable" that suddenly appeared on him.