Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 334 Bringing Talent to America (3)

Steven was quite professional as a temporary referee.

After confirming several times that neither party had any objections, he placed his right arm between the two, then made a sudden downward chopping motion and shouted, "Begin!"

As soon as Steven finished speaking, Old Gun, like a proud and smug rooster, strode quickly toward Chang Ning.

Through observation, Chang Ning noticed that the other person's left shoulder was trembling slightly.

Even though Lao Qiang was trying his best to control the shaking, Chang Ning still noticed it.

Is it a powerful right hook?
Seeing this shaking, combined with the old gun's stance with the right hand in front and the left hand behind, one can see the movement.

Chang Ning's honed fighting skills revealed the old gun's offensive intentions.

When first encountering Chang Ning, I don't intend to rely on my agile footwork to dodge.

He chose to take the old gun's right hook head-on to gauge the opponent's strength and formulate a subsequent offensive strategy.

bang~
Old Gun's fist collided squarely with Chang Ning's arm; it was a clash of muscles.

The information generated by the colliding muscles is processed by the brain, resulting in a satisfactory outcome for both parties.

Having taken a heavy punch from Old Gun, Chang Ning had a better understanding of Old Gun's strength.

The force was great, and the punches were very penetrating, but Chang Ning knew he could withstand it from the brief exchange just now.

A strengthened body is that authoritative!
Seeing that Chang Ning had taken a punch from him without changing his expression.

Old Gun knew that Chang Ning's physical attributes were definitely not weak, and his fighting foundation was also very solid.

As for how he figured it out, it naturally came from experience.

As the saying goes, a true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

Old Gun could tell at a glance that Chang Ning's stance on the platform and his agile footwork meant that this man had a very solid foundation in combat.

Old Gun knew that Chang Ning could have easily dodged that punch with his agile footwork, but he chose to take it head-on.

What does this mean?
This shows that the guy was quite confident in his physical abilities, and of course, the result was the same.

He took a heavy punch from him but acted like nothing had happened.

Seeing this, Old Gun, who had already distanced himself again, abandoned his probing idea.

He thought it was strange that Chang Ning was neither as tall nor as strong as him, yet he was able to withstand a powerful backhand punch.

To still harbor thoughts of testing or playing around with someone like that is truly disregarding one's own dignity.

After all, there were so many people watching, and Steven knew his background.

If he plays terribly, the story of Old Gun losing to an unknown "nobody" at the boxing gym tomorrow will spread throughout the entire mercenary community.

Old friends and arch-enemies certainly wouldn't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to tease and mock me relentlessly.

The thought of such a thing is terrifying, so out of recognition of Chang Ning's strength and to avoid being ridiculed, Old Gun is going to start taking it seriously.

All these thoughts flashed through Old Gun's mind in the blink of an eye, lasting only two or three seconds in the outside world.

Chang Ning, who couldn't read minds, naturally couldn't guess what Old Gun's psychological journey was like. Right now, he just wanted to have a real fight with his opponent.

Like Old Gun, he was also testing the other party's capabilities.

Both sides are testing each other.

In this dangerous industry, Chang Ning doesn't want to team up with mediocre people; that would be his downfall.

If someone were to be killed because of their own lack of skill, then Chang Ning would have no one else to blame but themselves.

But if it was caused by a bad teammate, Chang Ning felt frustrated just thinking about it.

Old Gun's thoughts were roughly the same as Chang Ning's. Whether it was shooting at the shooting range before or the boxing match now, he was assessing Chang Ning's abilities.

Their team is small and they have always pursued an elite approach.

One bad apple spoils the whole bunch, leading to a loss of team members.

When that time comes, it won't even be time for Old Gun to apologize.

After enjoying the pre-dinner desserts, it's time to serve the main course.

The spotlights from the top of the octagon poured down like molten gold, dividing the ring into a battlefield of light and shadow.

Below the ring, fighting enthusiasts enthusiastically patted the edge of the ring and shouted loudly, acting as spectators.

They were eager to know the outcome of the match, having already placed bets.

Infected by the atmosphere in the arena, Chang Ning was now full of enthusiasm, while the old gunman on the other side tore off his vest, revealing his strong upper body.

The bare-chested old man swung his neck, his slightly dark skin, tanned by the flames of war, glistening with oil, and every muscle bulging like granite.

Several scars on his body gleamed a dark red under the light as he grew increasingly excited, making Old Gun's aura even more ferocious.

Unfortunately, his opponent this time was Chang Ning, a scout who roamed the battlefield carrying out clandestine missions for the country.

Old Gun's imposing manner did not affect him; on the contrary, it excited Chang Ning.

Chang Ning's eyes gleamed with excitement as he kept a close eye on Lao Qiang's movements.

His feet stomped back and forth on the ground, the soles of his shoes screeching against the floor as he carefully maintained his distance from the floor.

The distance between them is gradually closing as they move closer together.

suddenly!

Old Gun launched the first attack, his burly body like a tank with the accelerator floored, crushing towards Chang Ning with unstoppable momentum.

When he pushed off with his left leg, his calf muscles instantly tensed up like steel bars, and the ring floor creaked under his foot.

A right hook, clad in boxing gloves, slammed into Chang Ning's jaw, the fist whistling sharply as it cut through the air.

The whistling sound was like an armor-piercing bullet cutting through the air.

Based on Chang Ning's experience, if this right hook landed squarely, he would definitely be stunned, and if he was unlucky, he would suffer a mild concussion.

Faced with Lao Qiang's attack, Chang Ning's pupils contracted sharply as he focused his attention on observing the trajectory and landing point of the fist. Then, he shifted his weight backward and slightly bent his hind leg.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Old Gun's fist glide past his jaw, the force of the punch making the hairs on Chang Ning's body stand on end.

Perfect dodge!

"Oh!"

The audience below the ring gasped in surprise at Chang Ning's bold move; they were not clueless newbies in combat.

A perfect dodge like Chang Ning requires an extremely high level of talent in spatial awareness and muscle control.

Those who come to this boxing gym are all seasoned enthusiasts, and some have even competed in professional matches.

They know all too well the value of this approach.

The audience's reaction had no effect on the two people on the ring. Chang Ning's dodge caused Lao Qiang to lose his composure for a second.

Although he knew from previous encounters that Chang Ning had a solid foundation in combat, he did not expect the guy's skills to be so outstanding, which greatly exceeded his expectations.

That one second of lapse in concentration caused Old Gun to lose the possibility of continuing the attack, and now it's Changning's time to counterattack!
Even though Old Gun's momentary lapse in concentration was very brief, Chang Ning still managed to seize this fleeting opportunity.

After Lao Qiang's right hook passed Chang Ning's jaw, the muscles in his back leg and waist worked together to restore him to his previous stance.

Following closely behind, Chang Ning's legs moved like springs, quickly hopping to the left of the old gun.

Then kick your legs, twist your hips, and punch.

Chang Ning's fist struck the exposed soft flesh of Lao Qiang's abdomen like a cannonball. Bang!
This time, the sound of the heavy blows could be clearly heard even by the spectators near the ring.

After a brief silence, the crowd around the ring erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Beautiful punch! Beautiful footwork!" someone exclaimed, praising Chang Ning's precise punches and agile footwork.

"Is that Asian guy a professional fighter? But I haven't heard of any outstanding newcomers in the fighting field recently."

Some people wondered where Chang Ning, this newcomer, came from.

Of course, many more people looked on with tense expressions as Old Gun was struck by a heavy punch.

It wasn't that these people were suddenly kind-hearted and concerned about Old Gun's safety; rather, they were all betting on Old Gun.

If Lao Qiang falls to Chang Ning's fists, these people won't get a single penny of their bets; instead, they'll lose a lot.

Although the stakes weren't high, it wasn't just about the stakes; it was also about saving face.

We're all neighbors living nearby, and nobody wants to be the subject of jokes about this when we go out in the future.

Even if the joke contained no malice.

On the ring, Old Gun lived up to expectations and remained standing, but his flushed face showed that he was not as relaxed as he appeared.

"what!"

Old Gun, though in pain, became even more ferocious, his left hand transforming into a claw as he gripped Chang Ning's nape. His knuckles turned bluish-white from the excessive force, and his knuckles made a "crackling" sound.

Seeing that Old Gun had managed to fight back despite the pain by taking advantage of the moment when his old strength had been depleted and his new strength had not yet been generated, Chang Ning couldn't help but admire Old Gun.

Not everyone can withstand his heavy blows and still have the mind to counterattack. Chang Ning knew how heavy his punches were and how painful it would be to take one.

This can be attested to by Group B's sparring match with Chang Ning on the training field; it was incredibly painful.

Of course, Changning's enemies can also testify, but they need to go down and verify it themselves.

Who can blame them when the graves of Changning's enemies are overgrown with weeds?

Facing the old gun's counterattack, Chang Ning calmly responded.

Using the pull, he flipped in the air, his legs wrapping around Old Gun's thick arms like a python hunting, his ankles crossing with a crisp "click!", and with the power of his waist and abdomen, he swung Old Gun to the ground.

At this point, Old Gun naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait to die.

Anyone who has practiced wrestling knows that when someone like Lao Gun (Old Gun) is thrown, a solid fall will definitely cause a temporary stiffness.

In short, he was stunned by the fall.

Even if it's just for a few seconds, Lao Qiang believes Chang Ning won't let such an opportunity slip by.

So, as he crashed to the ground, Old Gun used his excellent core muscles to change position in mid-air.

Being knocked to the ground is acceptable, but it shouldn't lead to a situation where you're powerless to fight back.

Taking advantage of the moment of relaxation upon landing, Old Gun used his other, uncontrolled hand to try and pry Chang Ning's legs apart.

As a result, when his hand touched Chang Ning's legs, she noticed his intention.

So Old Gun's plan naturally failed, and instead he fell into a new crisis.

Seeing that Lao Qiang was trying to break free of his control, Chang Ning immediately tightened his grip on the other man's arm and kept changing its position on the ground.

He wanted to take advantage of the situation to execute an armbar, because in unlimited mixed martial arts, one should use the most suitable skill at the most suitable time.

Now both of them are lying on the ground, and Old Gun has just managed to control one of his arms. In this situation, what else can they use but a submission hold?
"Kid, you think you can do an armbar? You're underestimating my strength."

After saying that, Old Gun immediately changed his position to match Chang Ning's posture.

He prevented Chang Ning from holding his target and used his other hand to hold Chang Ning's hand that was controlling him.

That's right, Old Gun gave up trying to undermine Chang Ning; after all, you can't fight city hall.

After grabbing Chang Ning's hand, Lao Qiang finally got a chance to catch his breath, no longer afraid that Chang Ning would take him to the target position and subdue him with an armbar.

Next, it's time to test our strength.

If Old Gun's strength prevails, he will break free from Chang Ning's entanglement; if Chang Ning's strength prevails, he will be able to find a suitable target position under Old Gun's interference and directly complete the armbar to end the contest.

But will Lao Qiang directly compete with Chang Ning in terms of strength?
The answer is: Of course!

Chang Ning's physique is considered robust among normal people, but that depends on who he is compared to.

Compared to Lao Qiang, Chang Ning is at a normal level.

You should know that Lao Qiang is a head taller than Chang Ning, and his arms are almost as thick as Chang Ning's thighs.

This is a genuinely strong man whose arms are big enough to run a horse!

Given this comparison, how could Lao Qiang possibly feel that he was inferior to Chang Ning in terms of strength?
The two then lay on the ground and began to wrestle, and the scene fell silent for a moment.

The audience didn't dare to breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing the two fighters on the stage.

In such a situation, it's either the East Wind prevails over the West Wind or the West Wind prevails over the East Wind; the outcome could be decided in the next second.

But the imagination is beautiful, while the reality is cruel!

During the competition, Lao Qiang discovered that Chang Ning's strength was no less than his own. What kind of extraordinary talent was this!
If that's the case, his idea of ​​breaking free from Chang Ning's control by brute force is destined to fail.

If both sides are thinking of competing in terms of strength, then this contest will definitely not be very interesting.

The two will only be like two intertwined snakes, trying to gain the upper hand with each change of posture.

This kind of contest is neither what Lao Qiang (Old Gun) wants, nor what Chang Ning (Chang Ning) wants.

They both knew that continuing this stalemate was pointless given their physical disadvantage.

Given Old Gun's personality, such an ugly contest is simply too unsightly for him; he doesn't like it!

Despite his highly skilled lock-and-lock technique, his personality meant that the old gun was destined not to like this kind of technique of "dawdling" on the ground.

True romance is when every punch lands squarely!

In contrast, Chang Ning didn't have such thoughts. He was a typical pragmatist, believing that a cat is a good cat as long as it catches mice, regardless of whether it's black or white.

At this moment, stuck in a stalemate, he didn't think continuing to use the grappling technique was the optimal solution.

Even when outnumbered, the best approach is still ground fighting.

As I said before, this is not the right time to start.

Both sides are trying to find a way to break the deadlock, and neither side has stopped taking action.

Clearly, both sides are thinking, "We'll wear down the other as much as we can," and it remains to be seen who will give out first.

Until we can think of a better solution, this is the best we can do for now.

Chang Ning has always been very patient, and he doesn't think he will lose if the stalemate continues.

Logically, each round should have a time limit, and the time the two fought plus the time spent in a stalemate on the ground clearly exceeded the allotted round time.

Steven, who could have acted as the referee, seemed unaware of the matter.

He continued to pace around Chang Ning and Lao Qiang.

To prevent the two from resorting to illegal means in a fit of rage, there were no further actions taken.

Yes, that's right, it's that outrageous!

Steven didn't separate the two!