Chapter 330: Chapter 300: Explosive, Home Ground Battle_2

"Wu Li’s opponent tonight, what’s his name again?"

"What’s-his-Floreson, hey, who cares, Wu Li is definitely going to win!"

"Floreson, number one in the UFC lightweight rankings! Seriously, you guys don’t even know this and you come to watch the match? Just blindly joining in the excitement."

"Psh, I just love watching Wu Li beat those foreigners with Hua Country’s Kung Fu."

"I just want to see Wu Li standing in the octagon holding up the national flag after winning the match. It’s frickin’ awesome!"

"Haha, alright."

Chen Yunnan listened to the conversation of three peers as they walked by him and he began to understand why so many people came to watch Wu Li’s fight.

Perhaps in the eyes of earlier generations, people born in the 90s or 00s were seen as rebellious, but one thing was inherited—patriotic spirit.

When someone makes a name globally with Chinese Martial Arts and achieves unprecedented success, the national pride of the Chinese people is immense. That’s why so many were eager to be in the audience to see Wu Li fight and hoped once again to join in a chorus of tens of thousands cheering for him.

At 8 pm, Chen Ling and others, holding tickets provided by Wu Li, were led by staff to the VIP seats at the very front.

By then, the spotlight was already on the octagonal cage in the center of the venue. The stadium was noisy until a burst of explosive music played, a host took the stage, and the crowd quieted down slightly.

"Ladies and gentlemen..."

The host spoke the introduction in English and right after, a deep male voice translated it into Chinese over the speakers.

Then the match began.

One match followed another, with both men and women fighting fiercely.

Dana White had gone to great lengths for this event. Even the preliminary matches, which weren’t broadcast, were carefully selected just to show the UFC’s excitement and allure to the audience in Hua Country.

The effect was clearly good; screams and applause barely ceased throughout the venue. Many people suddenly realized: combat sports are so entertaining, so thrilling!

Originally, boxing was the earliest form of combat sport, and its popularity in Western countries over many years, still drawing large crowds, shows that combat sports are indeed a charismatic activity.

However, in Hua Country, due to various reasons, it had not developed much until now. Thanks to Wu Li, many people in Hua Country discovered the charm of combat sports.

The stimulation of solid hits, the competition of strength and speed, the clash of wills, the brazen provocations, and the highly individualistic competitors... All these elements kept the atmosphere electrifying from the start!

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!"

Chen Yunnan couldn’t stop swearing, "Incredible, absolutely thrilling!"

His seat was very close to the front, where he could clearly hear the sounds of fists and feet striking, and see the sweat and blood spilled on the ring.

Beside him, Chen Ling asked worriedly, "Isn’t this too cruel? These people are bleeding and they still don’t stop. Is Wu Li going to fight these kinds of people?"

Chen Yunnan turned to Chen Ling and said with a smile, "Don’t worry, Auntie, my cousin is far better than these guys. You haven’t seen his last two matches; he completely dominated!"

"Don’t worry, these people are no match for my cousin!"

Chen Ling was somewhat reassured by his words, but she still couldn’t help worrying.

These people can really fight. Ouch, don’t they feel the pain?

As time ticked by, there were a total of twelve matches tonight. By 9 pm, the headline fight between Wu Li and Floreson started.

"Please welcome, Wu, Li!!!"

The host shouted with all his might. This time, no translation was needed; everyone in the audience understood those two words, and the whole venue erupted.

"Wu Li!"

This was truly a home fight as over eighty thousand people in the venue shouted Wu Li’s name. The sound traveled far and wide, even the entire street outside the stadium could hear it.

Under the eager gaze of everyone, Wu Li entered the arena.

"Aunt, uncle, cousin! Cousin is up!"

"Come on, cousin!!!"

Below the stage, Chen Yunnan shouted excitedly.

Chen Ling and Wu Wenhua held hands tightly, both excited and nervous as they watched their son walk into the octagonal cage, actually no more than five meters away from everyone.

Seemingly hearing the voices, Wu Li turned to look in the direction of Chen Ling and the others, smiled and nodded, then looked up at the dark crowd above, took a deep breath, and saluted with clasped fists.

The match was about to begin!

Across from Wu Li, Floreson looked at him excitedly, his temperament both cold and fiery, somewhat contradictory.

Floreson was known as the "Blood Demon," because his main attack target in every match was the opponent’s head, or rather, the face. There wasn’t anything inherently wrong with this tactic, but unfortunately, he could not KO his opponents straight away, and it often disfigured them instead.

In many matches, Floreson’s opponents ended up with bloodied faces, sometimes forcing the referee to temporarily halt the match or even declare the opponent unable to continue. Such was Floreson, like a blood-thirsty demon, thus earning him the nickname "Blood Demon."

[Muay Thai (Master Level), Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (Master Level), Boxing (Master Level), Yong Chun (Master Level).

Overall Score: S (33%)]

This was Floreson’s data, which actually seemed lower than Wu Li’s, yet Wu Li did not underestimate him at all, as an opponent who could achieve an S-class evaluation in the ring was not to be taken lightly.

The opponents fist bumped each other and then, following a gesture from the referee, the match began!

Swoosh!

Floreson aggressively attacked first, stepping forward, his lead hand jabbing towards Wu Li.

Wu Li also attacked aggressively, stepping forward and throwing a punch from the side, his right fist aiming for Floreson’s face.

Horse Form Cannon!

As Wu Li twisted his body, Floreson also performed a twist, both avoiding the other’s punch.

Floreson stepped back, attempting to regain distance, while Wu Li swung his arm in a Cross Fist, like a bear arm hitting a tree, sweeping towards Floreson’s neck.

Horse Form to Bear Form!

Floreson twisted again, completely ignoring Wu Li’s sweeping right arm and instead bent his right arm, elbow striking towards Wu Li’s face.

A punch for an elbow.

A boxing proverb states: "Better to endure ten punches than one elbow."

The same applied in the ring; many fighters could endure dozens of punches unscathed, but a sudden elbow could knock them out.

For someone like Floreson who had mastered Muay Thai to a Master Level, an elbow strike was like a knife! Wu Li naturally did not want to trade blows this way, his left hand’s fingers hooked like talons, reaching for Floreson’s incoming right elbow.

Just as Wu Li was about to grab Floreson’s right elbow, he sank his right elbow, dodging Wu Li’s grasp, and simultaneously raised his left arm to block Wu Li’s right arm, then stepped forward half a step, his right elbow shooting forward like a spear towards Wu Li’s chest.

Wu Li blocked with his left hand in front of his chest, blocking Floreson’s elbow, while Floreson almost immediately withdrew, stepping back to create distance.

Wu Li would not let him off so easily, bending his right arm, his right hand forming a claw, grabbing towards his opponent’s shoulder.

Bear Form to Eagle Form!

However, Floreson powered from this retreat forcefully, retreating half a step and his body instantly leapt back, causing Wu Li to miss his grab.

Wu Li slightly furrowed his brow; this Floreson truly deserved his reputation as a practicer of Hua Country’s Kung Fu, clearly understanding the differences and advantages of dark force and Ming Jin, never providing Wu Li the chance to engage in close combat, always maintaining a certain forceful distance.

Dark Force could be exerted within mere inches; whereas Ming Jin, required at least half a body’s length to effectively deliver power.

However, for Wu Li, creating distance also had its advantages, allowing him ample time to gather power.

Yet just as Floreson’s body leapt away no more than a second, he charged back again, attacking once more!

Wu Li sighed inwardly, whether the opponent had studied Kung Fu or had sufficiently researched him, the opponent had already found a strategy to counter him: not providing opportunities to engage in close combat nor allowing time to gather power and exert force.

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