Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

"Nice, we won!"

Amidst the narrator's passionate shouts, the team members high-fived each other in celebration.

Regardless of whether it's a low-stakes game or not, a successful debut is a huge boon.

After raising his fists to thank the audience, Ma Jieke glanced at the defeated Brazilian boy.

The other person sat on the ground in frustration, covering their face with their hands, as if she were shedding tears.

But that's how fighting is; it's a fight where you stand up and the one standing has the right to speak. You're lucky you weren't injured.

"Jack, you were so cool just now, you looked like a character from a video game."

Although Jimmy, a medical technician, didn't play a role, he imitated Max's actions and massaged his leg muscles.

Ideally, a fascia gun should be used, but due to limited start-up funds, manual labor can only be used temporarily.

Fighting is an expensive activity. Real professional players spend a lot of money just on food, and may even hire private chefs and nutritionists.

Because you need to ensure adequate nutrition while keeping your weight precisely within a certain range.

Add to that the cost of renting professional training facilities and equipment, and the hourly rate for sparring partners reaching hundreds of dollars—if you're not rich, I really advise you not to get involved.

"Brother, you did a great job." Sava half-squatted in front of him and quickly explained the rules: "The placement matches are over. You now have two choices: one is to retire and enter the regular ranking matches, which will take several days to play a match; the other is to apply for a tiebreaker and enter challenge mode. Note that in this mode, the players you will face are completely random, but they will be within a certain range."

"Simply put, it's bronze against bronze, silver against silver, and of course, there's a very small chance that silver will beat gold."

"So, what rank do I belong to now?"

"Um... you don't have a rank yet." Sava smiled awkwardly: "Club rules state that you need to defeat at least two opponents to advance to Bronze."

"However, I just checked and there are very few newcomers preparing in the arena. You can probably only match with about four or five people."

Ma Jie asked curiously, "How much money will I get if I win the challenge?"

"It's the same, $1,500, but your ranking will rise as a result. Once you enter the next level of the power pool, the bonus will double."

"OK, let's continue then. I don't feel tired yet."

Ma Jieke dismissed it as a piece of cake, saying that the fight was easy and he didn't even trigger the passive effect of the "Working Saint Body," not to mention that he had the "Fake Boxing King" to cover for him.

If I win again, that'll be three thousand. How many treasure chests would I have to open to get that much?

"OK, I'll go find the event manager right away. Wait for my good news."

During the break between matches, Max did a quick recap, and in her opinion, Maje's fighting style was too conservative.

In a battle between newcomers, strength and skill are secondary; the key is momentum and a sense of pressure. If you're fierce and aggressive enough, you've already won half the battle.

Ma Jieke readily accepted this, after all, she had fought in the UFC women's main event. If you can't even listen to professional guidance, then that's all you'll ever be.

After a short rest, it crawled back into the octagonal cage.

Behind him, a huge LED screen was split in two. On the left was a giant half-body portrait of Ma Jieke wearing a red battle robe, which was even processed by AI to have a slightly shaking dynamic effect.

On the right is an unknown black silhouette, with a burning VS icon lit up between them, resembling the character selection screen in an arcade game.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

Commentator Kevin's voice once again filled the arena: "Let's forget about the exciting match just now and immediately enter the thrilling challenge mode. Please choose your hero."

As soon as the words were spoken, a nostalgic gaming sound effect composed of electronic synthesizers and dense drumbeats filled the venue, and the big screen flipped up and down like a slot machine.

Duang! The background music abruptly stopped.

The image finally focused on a dark brown-skinned Latino athlete with a tuft of dreadlocks hanging over his head, making him look almost like a mop that had come to life.

"Ho! Facing off against Po is the Masked King from Mexico—Juan López!"

"Before this, he had already had four fight records, with a record of three wins and one loss, which left a deep impression on everyone. Although he is short, his jumping ability is extremely amazing. He is good at traditional Mexican wrestling. I wonder if A Bao and his beautiful coach can come up with a solution."

"By the way, on a side note," Kevin paused, looking at Quillin who was waiting to speak, "buddy, I just found out that the female coach in charge of Abao is a former professional MMA fighter. You two are in the same line of work, do you remember her?"

"If you're talking about the berserker goddess Max, then I have more than just a vague memory of her." Quillin said, deliberately licking his lips in a lewd manner. "Do you know how many male players dreamed of playing a friendly match with her and then getting their necks choked by her long legs? Back in the day, I even fantasized about it."

Upon hearing the teasing, Max, sitting in the audience, responded by raising two middle fingers and pointing to his crotch, indicating that Quillin should crawl underneath him.

"Wow, she looks a little angry, man."

Kevin glanced at the timer on the stage, skillfully controlling the pace: "It's best to put aside your grudges and feuds for now. Next, please welcome our two newcomers to make their dazzling entrance."

"They are Po, the Kung Fu Panda from China."

"And the away game against the Mexican Masked King - Juan López."

"Fight Night, the excitement continues!"

The game bell rang, and the referee quickly left.

The next second, Juan, who was only about 1.7 meters tall, quickly launched the first attack.

This guy is wearing a Day of the Dead skull mask, which would absolutely not be allowed in a proper competition.

But in entertainment events, even if you're not wearing clothes, the referees might not care; the performance effect is everything.

Before Ma Jie could react, the other man took a running start and leaped over him, using incredible jumping power to spin sideways and straddle his neck.

Bang! Losing his balance, Ma Jie was instantly slammed to the ground.

Fortunately, he made an emergency adjustment when his nose and face hit the floor, stretching his arms forward to wed his face into the gap between his arms, and then sliding forward with the force of the impact.

This increases the contact area and reduces the severity of the fall. After all, having attended a sports school for a year, I have some skills to share.

If it were an ordinary person, they would most likely instinctively use their hands to brace themselves, which would result in a fracture or severe sprain.

You can imagine that if a phone falls from a height, a flat shot will inevitably shatter the screen, but a side fall will cause it to slide a distance, at most chipping off some paint.

Upon witnessing this horrifying scene, Max was so frightened that he dropped his coaching manual on the ground, while Jimmy clutched the first-aid kit, ready to provide first aid at any moment.

"A collision of planets!" Commentator Kevin and guest Quilling exclaimed almost simultaneously. Quilling's mouth was like a clockwork toy: "Kung Fu Panda has suffered a major blow. Faced with the Mexican Masked King's frog-like leap, he and his coach didn't come up with any countermeasures. Oh my god, Max, you'll regret this. Even Dwayne Johnson standing here might not be able to withstand this devastating blow. You should..."

"What?!" Halfway through his sentence, Quilin burst out, his eyes wide as bull's balls: "Incredible! Abao wasn't knocked unconscious! He tried to break free from the Kimura lock! The slow-motion replay shows he managed to avoid a collision – that's a reaction only a professional athlete would have! The match isn't over; the battle continues!"