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Sanchez is dead?

Since the match had just begun, Sanjar, who was focused on telling Lynch about Sanchez's past achievements, didn't pay any attention to the actual fight in the ring.

Therefore, when Sanjar mentioned the audience's sudden outburst of "Sanchez is dead," he genuinely shuddered.

He quickly turned his head and looked towards the arena.

Under the bright, incandescent light, in the center of the ring, Sanchez was indeed lying face up on the ground, his eyes rolled back and foaming at the mouth.

Life and death are unknown!

After confirming that Sanchez was completely incapacitated, Lady Tatiana, who had just stepped off the ring, hurriedly swayed her hips back into the ring.

He took the hand of Choi Seung-ho, the Taekwondo practitioner, and announced loudly:

"The winner of the third match—the Black Hand Gang, Choi Seung-ho!"

The result of the match was announced less than a minute after the match started!

"...My God, what happened?"

Normally, if Sanjar sees his own player lose a match, he might feel angry, regretful, or helpless, depending on the situation.

But he had never felt like this before. Looking at Sanchez lying on his back on the ground, he felt only confusion!

Just a dozen seconds ago, he was telling Lynch how reassuring Sanchez's game was and how tenacious Sanchez was when he fought.

How come Sanchez collapsed to the ground before he could even finish a sentence?

He got wiped out in seconds?!

Sanjar looked around the ring in confusion, then turned to look at Lynch:

"What just happened? Did you see it clearly?"

Lin Qi nodded slowly.

With the intention of learning about the competition, he had been watching the two fighters' confrontation in the ring intently since the competition began.

That's why he clearly saw the whole process of Sanchez being instantly defeated!

The process is actually not complicated.

As soon as the match started, Sanchez charged towards Choi Seung-ho.

Lynch could see that Sanchez's fighting style and strategy were very clear from the beginning: he went all out to close the distance between the two of them right from the start, obviously aiming for close combat!

Lynch could also guess why Sanchez chose this playing style:

It was clear that Sanchez had come to the realization in his past street brawls that fists and feet simply couldn't defeat weapons. Therefore, he applied his past fighting experience to this match, believing that with his dagger, he could gain the upper hand by engaging his opponent in close combat!

However, this time, he was wrong.

Facing Sanchez's swung blade, Choi Seung-ho quickly sidestepped, dodging the most fatal blow.

Then came a perfectly executed waist and hip twist. Although Lin Qi wasn't very familiar with Taekwondo, he could tell that this was clearly a power-generating posture that concentrated all the body's strength in the legs!

Sanchez wasn't stupid; he realized that Choi Seung-ho was preparing to deliver a powerful kick. However, because Choi Seung-ho had dodged so quickly, Sanchez couldn't retract his momentum after swinging his sword, leaving him no time to defend himself.

Therefore, instead of retreating, Sanchez advanced, attempting to trade injury for injury.

From Sanchez's perspective, this choice is hard to call wrong. Because in typical street fights, when exchanging blows with an unarmed person, the one with the knife always manages to inflict more significant damage.

However, Sanchez underestimated the power of that kick.

Facing the unsuspecting Sanchez, Choi Seung-ho gathered his strength in his left leg and then simply kicked forward with a front kick.

The kick was high, fast, and powerful, hitting Sanchez squarely in the chin.

Sanchez lost consciousness on the spot, fell backward to the ground, and never made a sound again.

That's the whole story of this match that lasted only a few dozen seconds.

...This contestant from the Black Hand Gang...is unlike any of the contestants who have appeared before!

This guy might not have exceptional skills, but he at least knows some basic fighting techniques and understands how to dodge and generate power efficiently. His strength is far superior to those street thugs who only rely on brute force and savagery in brawls!

Fortunately, I was only responsible for the fourth match, so I didn't have to go head-to-head with that expert from the third match.

While silently marveling to himself, Lynch recounted to Sanchez everything that had just happened in the match.

As the two were talking, the Razor Claw gang members rushed into the ring and surrounded Sanchez, checking his breathing and pulse in a panic, trying to determine his life or death.

Nearby, Choi Seung-ho, a member of the Black Hand Gang, did not leave immediately, but spoke calmly from the side:

"Don't panic, he's not dead yet. I just kicked him too hard, which caused him to stop breathing. In English... that's called a knockout, or what's known as a KO."

"His temporary loss of breathing is only due to neurological confusion caused by a severe concussion. Open his mouth and keep his airway open. Normally, he will resume breathing on his own after a while."

"If you're worried, you can give him artificial respiration. Once he recovers, take him to the hospital as soon as possible."

After explaining the first aid methods, Choi Seung-ho bowed slightly to the Razor Gang members before striding off the stage.

As he walked in, cheers erupted in the Black Hand area; clearly, everyone in that small gang was celebrating this unexpected yet decisive victory.

Meanwhile, on the Razor Claws' side, after being treated according to Choi Seung-ho's instructions, Sanchez quickly regained his breathing. Not long after, he even regained consciousness.

When Sanchez opened his eyes and saw that he was being surrounded by a group of people and lying on a bench, instead of lying in the ring, his eyes immediately welled up with tears.

He suddenly stood up.

"Hey, you have a severe concussion, you can't do strenuous activities..." His companion grabbed his hand, trying to stop him.

But Sanchez forcefully shook off the hand that was holding him, and then strode up to Sanjar:

"Boss Sanjar, did you bring a gun?"

"...I brought it, it's in my coat." Sanjar was a little confused, but he still opened his coat and showed Sanchez the pistol tucked inside.

Unexpectedly, Sanchez suddenly sprang into action, snatching the gun from Sanjar's coat.

He then pointed the gun at his temple and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A "click" sound.

Nothing happened. Sanchez pulled the trigger a few more times before realizing that the safety on the pistol was still on.

Sanjar then realized what was happening, yelling "Are you crazy?!" and punching Sanchez's wrist, sending the pistol flying.

Sanchez knelt on the ground and wept bitterly:

"I'm sorry, Brother Sanjar... I lost so humiliatingly, I've brought shame upon the Razor Clan..."

Sanjar simply sighed:

"...Never mind, there's no need for that. Your opponent is just too strong."

"Get up, the fourth match is about to start. Next up is Lynch again."

"Whether we can win the ownership of that street tonight depends entirely on Lynch's performance."

Under Sanjar's persuasion, Sanchez gradually calmed down. At this point, he could no longer underestimate Lynch, but watching Lynch slowly walk towards the ring, he couldn't help but speak:

Even in the best-case scenario—assuming Lynch wins this game—our record tonight will at best be a draw with two wins and two losses.

"If that's the case, according to the rules..."

Sanchez's face was filled with genuine worry.

Sanjar simply sighed and shook his head:

"Let's not talk about that now, let's wait until this match is over. If Lynch really wins, then we'll make plans."

"Now, just watch closely."

"The fourth match is about to begin."