Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

"Wow, I'm a little scared, buddy."

Compared to Kevin's composure, Quillin clearly took a humorous approach, speaking with a thick West Coast accent: "Are we going to see Biden and Trump up there? Honestly, I'd love to see them fight on TV; that would be a million times more exciting than the UFC."

Kevin immediately chimed in, "Haha, I can't even imagine the scene: the winner goes to the White House for the inauguration, wearing boxing gloves, and tells the other side, 'You're fired!'"

"Guess what, Kevin, this is probably the fairest election I can think of."

"Shh, there are CIA agents watching you. Be careful you don't get arrested on the spot." Kevin made a shushing gesture and put his mouth close to the microphone: "Enough chit-chat, now please welcome our first newcomer tonight, the dark dancer from Brazil—Ku~Ka!"

With Kevin's signature long, drawn-out voice, the staff opened the octagonal cage, and the young black man walked in cautiously.

There was little cheering from the audience, and a significant proportion of them were either talking to their friends or looking down at their phones.

To put it bluntly, people buy tickets not to watch a bunch of noobs fight, but for the Street Fighter Challenge after the debut.

But Kevin didn't feel embarrassed. After switching to his hand, the spotlight shone on MaJack again.

"Get ready to enter," Max whispered a reminder from the side, while also helping him tighten his battle suit.

"Okay, another new face, Kung Fu Panda from China, Ah Bao!"

The competition required each contestant to have a nickname, and after learning Majek's nationality, Sawa submitted the name Kung Fu Panda without hesitation.

It was an illegal boxing match to begin with, so there's no need to worry about any infringement issues. Disney's legal department, the most powerful in the world, wouldn't be so bored as to meddle in this, would they?

Upon entering the octagon, Majek hid half his face in the red hood, secretly observing Kuka's condition.

The situation seemed to be as Max had described. The other party did not look like a martial artist. His eyes, far from being murderous, were rather unfocused. He looked like a college student who had been temporarily brought in to make up the numbers.

They threw off their battle robes, revealing their white abs, and bumped fists at each other as a sign of respect.

The referee gave a brief explanation, and the starting bell rang. There wasn't even a sign girl to come up and walk through the room.

At first, neither of them dared to make the first move, and they remained in a state of testing each other.

There's no way around it; we were just trying to make a quick buck anyway, and the prize money wasn't that high, so nobody's going to risk their lives for anyone else.

The audience booed loudly, and commentator Kevin had to try to lighten the mood: "Come on, baby, this isn't a sweetheart club, and you're not here to do a striptease. Fight like men, with your fists and feet, right now, or you'll be disqualified."

Upon hearing that he would be disqualified, Kuka clearly panicked. In order to buy luxury goods for the girl he was pursuing, he had foolishly gone to borrow money from loan sharks outside the school.

Unable to pay his debts, he was forced by gang members to come here and fight in underground boxing matches to settle them. They even gave him the nickname "Dark Dancer" simply because he had performed Capoeira at a university social event.

With a "what the hell" attitude, Kuka gritted his teeth and charged at Majek, starting with his signature compass kick, which involves placing both hands on the ground and swinging his hind leg in a wide arc.

His attack speed was rather comical, like a tortoise crawling, and he even tried to pull off some fancy moves, performing multiple spinning kicks.

As he spun around, he ended up getting dizzy, much like the famous scene from the TV series "Country Love"—the dance king Zhao Si.

Seeing his exposed buttocks, Ma Jie didn't hold back and kicked him in the butt, sending him sprawling face-first into the mud.

"Oh shit, what is Kuka doing? Is he doing a floor-mopping demonstration?"

Quillin clutched his forehead, his tone extremely exaggerated: "This is truly the worst Brazilian capoeira has ever been smeared, Kevin. Can I ask the organizers for compensation for emotional distress? They're practically raping my eyes."

"You can't be a baby... Kuka got up and delivered a beautiful sacrificial kick!"

Thud! Before he could finish speaking, the guy was already lying on the ground.

MaJack felt a sharp pain in his chest, but it was only as intense as being kicked by an ordinary person, far less intense than the training he and Max went through.

To put it bluntly, women hit harder than you do.

The so-called "self-sacrifice kick" is a kick that involves losing the body's fulcrum and leaping into the air; it is a core combat technique in Capoeira.

Its advantage is its wide attack range. As long as the landing point is accurate, it's normal to take someone down in one go if the kick lands on their jaw or head.

However, its drawbacks are also very obvious. After the move is made, the body will inevitably land on the ground. In the game field, this is called a missed rising dragon, which has serious consequences.

"Jack, seize the opportunity, Guillotine Choke!" (Guillotine)

Seeing such a huge flaw, Max shouted out in panic. This kind of off-field guidance is usually not allowed in formal competitions; you can only discuss tactics with the players during breaks.

However, in underground fighting, it all depends on the referee's mood; you only break the rules if he thinks you have to.

Sure enough, the referee saw a sexy white woman in the audience who even winked at him, and simply ignored her.

Upon receiving the instruction, Ma Jie rushed over and executed the Guillotine Choke before the Brazilian boy could fully stand up.

In combat sports, there are two types of submission techniques: joint locks and chokeholds, with the latter being the most brutal.

Before Kuka could react, Maje grabbed the back of his head and pulled it down, tucking his head under his armpit and wrapping his left arm around his neck like a python.

He instantly moved his right hand under his arm, firmly grasped his left wrist, and then pulled his left arm sharply to make it even tighter.

This action is like threading a belt through the buckle, reaching the right position, and then pulling it back until you can't pull it any further.

And what was stuck in the belt was the opponent's neck.

After locking him in place, Ma Jie threw him backwards and then locked his lower body with his legs crossed.

Finally, forcefully press your elbows towards your buttocks to further block blood flow and breathing in your neck.

The referee was stunned. He paused for a second before lying down on his side and pounding his fist on the elastic floor of the octagon.

"ten! nine! eight..."

The countdown was like the chant of death; every number sounded terrifying.

Oh my god!!!

Seeing this incredibly difficult move, which is even rarer in professional matches, commentator Kevin slammed his fist on the table and exclaimed, "Po used the Guillotine! He successfully locked down his opponent. Feel the fury of the panda! Don't be fooled by his憨厚 (honest and simple) appearance. When he takes off his disguise, he's a raging beast. He's tearing and roaring, making it impossible for his opponent to breathe!"

"Can you believe it? This is a mysterious power from the East! Persevere, continue, give it your all until the competition is completely over!"

*Slap slap slap!* Kuka, who was being strangled to the point where he could almost see the dark green River Styx, painfully pounded the floor with his palms.

"Tap Out! The dark dancer chose Tap Out, and A Bao ended the competition!!!"

"Kung Fu Panda, VICTORY!"