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Diego's sudden attack truly stunned the crowd watching around the ring.

The cheers and insults around them suddenly stopped. Whether they were members of the two gangs, gamblers who had placed bets, or those simple-minded, bloodthirsty spectators, they were all caught off guard by Diego's move and instinctively held their breath.

On the other side of Diego, the black guy wielding a long stick clearly hadn't expected this move either.

In a flash, as Diego's hand, which was covered in concrete debris and dust, suddenly swung forward, countless tiny specks flew out, slapping the black man's face like a miniature sandstorm.

He was completely caught off guard by this move, and his eyes were immediately squinted shut. He let out a wail and painfully closed his eyes, unable to open them no matter what he did!

Well done!

Lin Qi secretly cheered in his heart.

Diego's move wasn't exactly amazing; it was just a common tactic used by street thugs. But in a match where neither side was particularly strong, this move could be surprisingly effective.

By blinding the opponent, he gains a much greater number of opportunities to attack!

...However, is it even allowed to use such underhanded tactics in underground boxing matches?

Lynch glanced in the direction of the referee; Lady Tatiana stood there silently, her massive frame impassive. Clearly, this meant tacit approval.

Sanjar, who was standing to the side, still had a furrowed brow, but his expression had improved slightly, and he muttered to himself:

"Not bad, this kid's smart enough... If he doesn't make any more mistakes, he might still have a chance..."

No sooner said than done, while the crowd outside the arena was buzzing with discussion, the atmosphere inside remained tense.

Diego gripped the knife hilt tightly with both hands, his shoulders drooping, maintaining his offensive stance, and panting heavily.

He was in such a sorry state dealing with the opponent's long staff that he had taken several solid blows. If he took off his clothes to check, you would definitely see several large bruises on his skin.

Little Diego inevitably gets bruises every time he moves, and the pain makes it hard for him to breathe.

Diego is very self-aware. Although he has only been on the field for a short time, he can feel that his condition has become very poor.

Once the opponent regains their sight, he will never be able to break through the opponent's long staff defense again.

Therefore, it can only be now! Right now!

After confirming that the enemy had temporarily lost his sight, Diego charged forward without hesitation!

Since the opponent cannot see him, it means that the opponent will not be able to attack him in advance with the long stick, nor will they be able to block his attacks with the long stick.

This will be his last chance!

"!!!! Die, you son of a bitch!"

Roaring, Diego charged forward, brandishing his machete.

—As long as you can rush to a distance where the blade can reach your opponent, you will win!

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps...

The next second, a heart-wrenching pain came from little Diego's left cheek.

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous force sent him flying sideways, completely losing control of his body. A hard, cylindrical object struck his left cheek, dislocating his jaw and sending several teeth flying out of his mouth, accompanied by blood.

It was his opponent's long stick that struck him in the face!

"How is that possible! He clearly couldn't see me, how could he have managed to hit himself so accurately in the face with that stick..."

This was Diego's last thought before he lost consciousness.

"Thump!"

As Diego Jr.'s body slumped heavily to the ground, a moment of silence fell around the ring, followed by deafening cheers.

"Well done! Keep it up, beat that guy to a pulp!"

"Hey bastard, well done! You made me a fortune!"

"Damn it, where did the Razor Gang hire this piece of trash, white pig? Is this match fixed? Give me my money back!"

Amidst the clamor, outside the arena, Lin Qi was filled with shock.

He witnessed the entire match and clearly understood why Diego was suddenly knocked to the ground with a stick.

Ultimately, Diego's opponent used a very simple method:

The moment the dust stung his eyes, the opponent hesitated for only a very brief instant before continuing to wildly and haphazardly swing his long staff.

At that moment, he restrained his human instincts and had no intention of clearing the foreign object from his eyes. Instead, he increased the speed at which he swung the long stick!

Little Diego was completely unaware of this. He subconsciously assumed that after squinting, his opponent would instinctively back down, switch from offense to defense, and prioritize trying to restore his vision. That's why he rushed into the attack at that moment.

Unexpectedly, the opponent did not back down at all, and the speed at which he swung the long stick increased.

Therefore, by the time he realized this, it was too late.

The distance between the long stick and the machete became an insurmountable barrier.

Adding to his good fortune, his opponent landed a solid blow on Diego's face, sending him flying and rendering him unable to fight on the spot.

Ultimately, Diego lost this match not because of his fighting skills or physique.

The main reasons were twofold: first, he chose a weapon that was at a disadvantage; and second, his opponent was much more ruthless than him!

Sanjar stood to the side, arms crossed. Although Diego had fallen, he seemed to have expected it, showing little anger or disappointment, merely shaking his head slightly.

Then, he whispered:

"Sigh, I just said that if he hadn't made mistakes, he might have had a chance to win... Unfortunately, he still made mistakes in the end."

He turned his head slightly to look at Lin Qi: "Tell me, what do you think was the mistake that Diego made? Don't mention his choice to use a machete, just talk about his performance on the field."

After a moment's thought, Lin Qi arrived at the answer:

"If we disregard off-field factors, Diego's biggest mistake on the field was that he was too hasty."

"How so?" Sanjar seemed to be testing Lynch, not answering whether Lynch's answer was right or wrong, but letting him continue.

"Using a cloud of dust mixed with concrete fragments to blind the other person was the right move, but..."

Lin Qi stroked his chin, analyzing carefully: "But when the opponent narrowed his eyes, Little Diego shouldn't have rushed in so hastily."

"The opponent's act of wildly waving the long stick, while certainly showing great courage, was actually a last resort after being blinded."

"If Diego hadn't rushed in so hastily, his opponent would have quickly exhausted himself by constantly swinging his long stick, and it wouldn't have been long before he was defeated due to lack of stamina."

"So, he doesn't actually need to do anything; he just needs to wait for his opponent to run out of energy."

Sanjar finally nodded: "That's right."

He sighed:

"Ultimately, he just got impatient. He lost this match because his mentality wasn't good enough."

Inside the ring, the blindfolded opponent continued to pant and swing his long stick—he only heard the cheers from outside the ring, but had no idea whether Little Diego had fallen down.

Lady Tatiana swayed her ample hips as she strode into the ring and grabbed the long stick.

Then, she walked over to her opponent, a young Black man, grabbed one of his hands, and raised it high:

"I declare the winner of the first match to be the Black Hand Gang!"

Amidst waves of cheers, Sanjar turned to look at Lynch:

"It's your turn to play in the next match."