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Mo Chengzi watched as the person opposite him kept reciting advertising slogans. Standing there like a dazed goose, he suddenly had a brilliant idea. He walked towards his opponent.

"Instead of running away, they're coming closer to me?" The professional player, reciting the advertising slogan, inserted a line into the slogan before looking at the camera again and starting his live stream to sell products.

Mo Chengzi couldn't help but smile: "If I don't get close to you... how can my face appear on the camera?"

As he spoke, he turned to face the camera, flashing a bright smile: "Advertising space for rent! Advertising space for rent! Everyone, you're all watching today. I'm going to give you a live broadcast of beating up a fake medicine seller. Let's see if the products he endorses actually work."

His words startled the contestant opposite him who was reciting the advertisement, who thought to themselves, "Someone can really steal the spotlight like this." But then they were secretly delighted.

My livestream traffic has been sluggish lately because I've run out of content. This guy is working hard to create something interesting for me. If the livestream has a storyline, it might even attract a new batch of customers. Then the advertising revenue could go up again.

Even professional athletes are short of money, often more so than ordinary people. Leaving aside the cost of acquiring the Nine Dragons Power, just maintaining their physique requires a massive amount of money. A balanced diet and regular gym workouts are all expensive. He only qualified for this professional training because he signed a very strict loan agreement with the company. If he loses a match, losing the bet he signed, he'll likely spend the rest of his life paying off debts. If he can't repay, he might end up on the streets, undocumented, and face the constant threat of dying from cold and hunger, becoming a true street urchin.

Mo Chengzi wasn't sure what kind of agreement the guy opposite him had signed, but in his view, the live stream in front of him was an opportunity. If he could defeat this streamer decisively and beautifully, recruiting a few advertisers and earning some advertising fees and live-streaming sales money before winning the prize money shouldn't be a problem.

"In that case, the live stream's impact becomes more important than the match result. I think those inspirational, grassroots-based stories of rising from the bottom aren't popular anymore. Too many people use that kind of story to package themselves. After all, people from the bottom are generally not in good physical condition. Even if they wanted to avoid that storyline, they didn't have the physical means."

"In that case, I'll change the template. I'll start by pretending to be a powerful, reclusive master. This will give the audience the illusion that a master exists among the common people, but doesn't easily reveal their abilities. That should garner decent viewership."

With this in mind, he launched a further provocation.

He drew a circle on the ground with one foot, wiping away the bloodstains from the previous fight that hadn't been completely cleaned up. He drew a circle with a diameter of less than 1 meter.

"What? You're not convinced? Then come at me. From now on, I won't step out of this circle with either foot. If you can teach me how to hit the ball out of this circle, I'll admit defeat on the spot."

Upon hearing this, the professional player's eyes widened, thinking to himself, "This kid looks like a poor student, yet he's so talented? Is this some new trick for building an account for live streaming? Is he going to show off and get slapped in the face? Is this going to be a trend for the foreseeable future? What kind of audience would like to watch this?"

However, having been provoked to this extent, if he continues to remain silent and only recite advertising copy as before, his audience will become dissatisfied, his fan base will drop, and he might not be able to get advertising deals in the future.

He immediately responded: "Are you still trying to play dumb with me? Saying you can beat me without leaving this circle? You should be able to take one of my punches first."

As he spoke, he walked towards his opponent. As he moved forward, he continuously gathered his strength, preparing to unleash an extremely heavy punch. He was taking advantage of the fact that his opponent wouldn't leave the circle on his own. After reaching the position most suitable for him to exert his power, he stopped and began to warm up, preparing to unleash a powerful punch.

Compared to a real boxing match, where punches and kicks are exchanged and no one has the opportunity to build up power and unleash their full strength, these people are a different story. They stand still and let you hit them, which is giving you a chance to knock them out with one punch.

When Mo Chengzi saw his opponent standing outside the circle and starting to gather his strength, he almost lost control of his expression. This was taking advantage of the audience's lack of knowledge, shamelessly using the most shameless tactics!
If it weren't him standing here today, any other professional fighter would likely have suffered a major setback. Fortunately, his fighting skills were already at their peak. Facing an opponent's charged attack, he raised one arm to act as a shield, a substitute for using a shield parry when there's no shield in hand. He used his forearm as a shield to deflect the enemy's attack.

If you strike at the right moment, you have a chance to deflect your opponent's attack.

And that unreserved straight punch is the perfect target for the shield counter technique, and the visual effect of it is also the most perfect.

The punch was precisely blocked by the arm, which then tilted slightly. Simultaneously, Mo Chengzi gave the professional athlete a push, not with great force, but enough to deflect his opponent, nearly causing him to fall. Mo Chengzi himself only took a half-step back to absorb the impact; his arm where he blocked the punch was slightly red, but that was all. This level of injury would basically heal with a good night's sleep. He estimated that in his current physical condition, he could withstand ten punches of that level without much problem. However, if he exceeded that number, his body might suffer slightly more serious damage, requiring medical treatment.

The professional player, who was live-streaming, never expected to suffer such a loss in front of everyone. However, he stubbornly insisted, "That was just a greeting. Now I'm getting serious. Be careful not to get punched to death."

Mo Chengzi's expression remained unchanged as he uttered only one word: "Please!"

He then assumed the defensive stance he had just adopted. Compared to a typical boxer's defensive posture, where both arms are raised in front of them, his use of only one arm to block seemed far too reckless. This successfully provoked his opponent's anger.

This time, the guy completely disregarded martial ethics, slowly retreating to the edge of the ring, then crouching down and starting to run up. Not only that, but after reaching his attack range, he launched a flying kick—a spinning back kick. If this kick landed on the face, it would be enough to shatter a person's skull; it represents almost the strongest attack a normal human can unleash using their body.

Mo Chengzi realized he had underestimated his opponent's shamelessness. Fortunately, he could predict how the guy would attack from his stance, so when the spinning kick came hurtling towards his head, he had already stepped back slightly and crouched down. He dodged the attack almost face-to-face, and at the same moment, he also struck. As he crouched down, he also kicked out, aiming straight for the leg that supported his opponent's body.

At this moment, the opponent unleashed his full power, leaving him with no extra energy for defense. His supporting leg became quite vulnerable. Mo Chengzi kicked out in the direction of the opponent's force, and the result was that the opponent, who was in the middle of a spinning kick, was thrown off balance like a top that had gone out of control. He landed awkwardly on the ring, rolling around like a donkey.

Mo Chengzi shook his head: "You have one last punch left. If it's still this weak, then I'll have to end the match."

The viewers in the live stream had already started discussing it. The chat was flooded with comments; everyone loved watching the drama unfold. This scene was exactly what everyone was looking for, even though the fans were all on the opposing side. Many genuinely supported the other team, but most were just there for the entertainment. With such a spectacle of an amateur player easily defeating a professional, of course, they'd immediately share it in their group chats, inviting their friends to join in the fun.

Even his spinning kick hadn't managed to injure his opponent in the slightest, leaving him bruised and battered. This finally made him realize he'd kicked a steel plate. Despite being the one given an opportunity to attack, he felt immense pressure, like a mountain. Even though his opponent was the one bearing the brunt of the attack, he felt overwhelmed and on the verge of collapse.

For a moment he didn't dare to make a move, and before he knew it he had retreated to the side of the ring. But soon he saw the circle under his opponent's feet and his eyes lit up.

"Ha, why should I take the initiative? Didn't you say you could defeat me without even stepping out of this circle? Well then, come on! I'd like to see how you defeat me."

As he spoke, he stood outside the circle, out of reach of his hands and feet, looking at the other person with a mocking expression.

The two were a full two meters apart, a distance from which it was indeed impossible to strike with fists or feet.

It seems there's no way to defeat your opponent if you don't step out of the circle.

Mo Chengzi once again underestimated the other party's shamelessness. However, he still shook his head: "You plan to use such despicable methods to buy time? In that case, I have no choice but to completely defeat you before my feet touch the ground."

"what?"

The moment the thought formed in his mind, Mo Chengzi had already taken a step back. As he tried to make a defensive move, Mo Chengzi had already completed a sprint within that distance, leaping into the air and crashing into him mid-air.

"With my current physical condition and body, to knock someone down with a single punch, I'd have to use advanced techniques that the audience wouldn't understand. Otherwise, I'd likely be accused of throwing the fight. After all, it's not very reasonable to knock someone out with a simple punch that hits their pressure point and then use an electric shock to knock them out."

Even if I could do it, the audience and judges would think it's unreasonable. I need to establish myself as a top-tier fighter before I can do something like that. In that case, I'd have to use a method that everyone can understand.

Thinking of this, he kicked his opponent, sending him sprawling backward. He used the recoil to land back in the circle, and then, the moment he landed, he took another run-up and jumped.

The opponent had just fallen to the ground, completely stunned. Just as he was about to get up, he felt a dark shadow flying towards him.

Mo Chengzi leaped onto his opponent, kicking him in the chest with both feet. Using the force of his fall, he practically knocked the man unconscious. Throughout the entire process, neither of his feet touched the ground, even after the opponent was knocked out. He remained on top of the opponent, never touching the ground. He lightly leaped back up, landing back within the circle he had just drawn. At that moment, the live stream cameras were all focused on him. Although these drones were hired by the opponent to broadcast the live stream, the artificial intelligence within them was solely driven by the desire for high viewership. They would film whatever content would generate the most traffic. All the cameras were now turned towards the victor.

This kind of underdog victory is almost unprecedented. Mo Chengzi's victory was unexpected, yet undeniably so. He achieved a crushing victory through sheer skill. With this ability, he's bound to make a fortune in live streaming and product sales. Meanwhile, his social media accounts have gained hundreds of followers. As his videos continue to be broadcast, his follower count will increase further, and every match he participates in will generate significantly more buzz.

According to the schedule, if the players have the stamina and are not injured, they are allowed to play three consecutive matches tonight.

Mo Chengzi started the next match without hesitation and began a live stream on his social media account.

In the next two matches, he employed the exact same tactic: standing still to showcase his formidable strength. Although he didn't draw a circle in place like in the first match, his movements on the field remained unhurried and deliberate, as if he were taking a stroll. No matter what kind of attack his opponent launched, he could easily block or dodge it, and even use the opponent's momentum to casually slam them to the ground.

After just a few exchanges, his opponent was exhausted, bruised and battered, unable to get up from the ground, while he himself remained perfectly composed. His fluid movements were visually stunning, almost like an adult beating up a child. Even in just two matches, he gained thousands of followers, and his inbox was flooded with promotional messages hoping he would advertise for his next match.

[To be continued]

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