Not to mention Lin Yinxuan's sudden fame, time was very tight, and soon it was afternoon. The first match of the afternoon was the most important decisive match, between a Sanda fighter and an Internal Martial Arts fighter. The two of them would determine who would get the last promotion spot through this match.
The morning matches were played in rotation, and both fighters had already watched each other's matches. The Sanda fighter, facing a strong opponent, didn't hold back at all in the ring. After all, if he could win, he would have already found a way to win, so there was no need to hide anything.
The middle-aged man, who Internal Martial Arts, was different. He simply threw out a palm strike lightly and didn't do anything else throughout the entire process. Although his hands had become thicker, which was quite intimidating, no one knew what the actual effect was. Moreover, he admitted defeat very decisively.
Although I watched his fight with Lin Yinxuan, it felt like I hadn't watched anything at all; this childish fight revealed absolutely nothing.
Of course, it's not fair to say he's bluffing. After all, reaching the top 4 means he must have some skill. However, whether his so-called Internal Martial Arts are genuine is another matter.
After resting for a while backstage, when it was time for the official start of the match, most of the audience had arrived, and the referee finally called the two players up onto the stage.
As soon as he stepped onto the stage, cheers erupted from the audience, most of them supporting the Sanda fighter. Because of the previous match between the middle-aged man from the Internal Martial Arts and Lin Yinxuan, many people were not optimistic about this fighter who lost without a fight.
I came here this afternoon to see how he gets brutally beaten; basically, no one thinks he can win.
"My Hidden Jin..."
Just as the middle-aged man was about to raise his hand to explain, the Sanda fighter opposite him immediately interrupted him.
"Stop with the fluff. Whether you can fight or not, you'll know after the fight. What's with all this talk of Manifest Jin ' and 'hidden Hidden Jin '? Do you think this is a novel?"
The Sanda fighter was quite blunt, believing that he was just unlucky in his last match. In the final, there were four people, and he just happened to encounter a wrestler who was much heavier than him. He said that he could have easily defeated the other two.
While this Internal Martial Arts practitioner may possess some skill, his age is a factor to consider.
Youth is a powerful force, and I am currently at my physical peak, while my opponent has already passed that stage. It seems that I have the advantage.
How could we possibly lose? Absolutely not.
Those who practice martial arts but do not cultivate their minds will always feel invincible when they achieve mastery of their skills. When this is applied to their personal character, it will give rise to arrogance and a disdain for others.
"Alright, then let me see what your skills are like."
Seeing the Sanda fighter's lack of manners, the middle-aged man from the Internal Martial Arts) stopped talking, shook his arms, and began to swell his hands with qi.
"People have to accept getting old. When you get old, you should sit down and relax, instead of coming up here to compete and be competitive."
The Sanda fighter assumed a common starting stance while verbally exchanging blows.
"Start!"
At the referee's command, the Sanda fighters immediately sprang into action.
When he fought wrestlers before, he didn't dare to use his leg techniques too recklessly because of their physical dominance. After all, against a wrestler, an unstable lower body is tantamount to suicide. But this match is different. His opponent doesn't have any advantage either, so he can use his leg techniques more freely.
He took two steps forward, then braced himself on one leg, and with a sudden twist of his waist, the Sanda fighter launched a spinning kick at such a high angle that it was aimed directly at his head.
The middle-aged man, skilled in Internal Martial Arts, remained calm and composed. The moment the Sanda fighter twisted his waist and kicked, he already knew his opponent's attack method. Although he could easily dodge it with a retreat, he was also eager to test the power of his opponent's leg techniques.
Standing still, he raised his hands to protect his head, and just as the kick was about to land, he slapped his hands back, blocking the fully charged attack.
The kick was indeed very powerful. Although he blocked it with both hands and it didn't hit his head, the force of the kick still made him stagger a few steps before he regained his balance.
The middle-aged man practicing Internal Martial Arts felt the force emanating from his hands. The force was indeed astonishing; it could easily kill an ordinary person. The only problem was that although the force was great, it was direct and easy to dodge or have its force neutralized.
Of course, he didn't come here to be a teacher; he came to compete.
Having caught the kick, he didn't stop. Instead, he crouched down slightly and swept his leg out towards the Sanda fighter's standing leg.
The Sanda fighter's reaction speed is also very fast. If his kick misses, he immediately retracts his leg and prepares to switch to another kick.
But the kick he had just thrown was still in the middle-aged man's hand, so he couldn't wait to retract it before striking. Therefore, he immediately leaped into the air and kicked the Internal Martial Arts practitioner in the face with his other foot.
The Internal Martial Arts practitioner loosened his grip on his leg and then released it outwards, causing the kick that was originally intended to strike his face to miss its mark.
The Sanda fighter spun 360 degrees in the air before landing smoothly on the ground.
This encounter can only be described as a draw; neither side gained an advantage.
After landing, the Sanda fighter did not create distance but continued to close in, raising his right leg to waist height and then delivering a powerful straight kick.
The middle-aged man, who practiced Internal Martial Arts, did not dodge the straight kick coming at him. Instead, he stretched out his hands and caught the kick. Then, he twisted his hands with his inner energy, making his already large hands even larger. This twist seemed easy, but from the perspective of a Sanda fighter, it was obvious that something was wrong.
He felt as if his foot was being shoved into a hydraulic press; the Distortion force from the gripping hands traveled upwards along his calf muscles, and the force was actually increasing.
By the time the hands reached his thighs, he could no longer stand. He felt as if he had been caught in a whirlpool, and his whole body involuntarily spun in the direction the hands were twisting.
He spun around in the air, but the force in his legs was still there, so he could only roll twice more on the ground.
Of course, the middle-aged man who had taken that kick Internal Martial Arts was also not in a good position.
Although it's true that he has developed Internal Jin, it's also true that the Sanda fighter was young and strong. If he had that kind of strength when he was younger, he could have easily knocked the Sanda fighter to the ground without him taking a single step back. But at his age, his physical condition has indeed declined. Although he threw the Sanda fighter away, he still had to take three or four steps back before he could stand up.
After the two recovered from the shock of the attack, the Sanda fighter realized that this Internal Martial Arts fighter was indeed quite skilled.
He wasn't lying about the Hidden Jin he was talking about. Although he had spun around a few times and could stand up now, the muscles inside his thighs were still twitching. He estimated that he had strained his muscles from the direct impact of the fight. Although he looked fine on the outside, he would probably need to rest for a few weeks to recover after this fight.
But it was too late for him to abandon his contempt. He was physically disabled, while his opponent seemed unharmed. This disadvantage might be insignificant to an ordinary person, but for a trained fighter, it was enough to determine the winner.
Sure enough, after seeing the Sanda fighter take a few steps, the Internal Martial Arts fighter noticed something amiss from his slightly trembling right leg; he had indeed injured himself.
Then the Internal Martial Arts practitioner targeted the right side of the Sanda fighter. With his right leg injured, the Sanda fighter couldn't use his leg skills. Since their fist skills were similar, after exchanging more than ten moves, the middle-aged Internal Martial Arts practitioner landed a powerful punch at a tricky angle on the Sanda fighter's stomach, knocking him to the ground, unable to get up.
The Sanda fighter had no choice but to admit defeat; there was no point in continuing, and he could only leave the ring with a look of resentment.
"Don't be so smug. I'll definitely be back for the next martial arts tournament, and I'll definitely get a spot in the next round."
Even after admitting defeat, the Sanda fighter didn't give up making boastful remarks. In his view, although there was a gap in strength this time, the gap wasn't that big, and he still had a great chance of winning.