Bab 47: 47: A Shocking KO! Chandler Falls in the First Round!
The atmosphere in the arena was electric, a vibrant cauldron of anticipation and energy that reached its fever pitch on this unforgettable fight night. The crowd erupted in a chorus of cheers and gasps, all eyes glued to the giant screen that showcased two warriors locked in a fierce struggle.
On the screen, Ye Chen fought valiantly, though he seemed to teeter on the brink of collapse. The three commentators, unable to contain their excitement, shouted into the microphones as the intensity of the bout escalated.
But despite the chaos surrounding him, Ye Chen remained razor-sharp. After trading punches with Chandler for what felt like an eternity, he noticed something miraculous: Chandler's speed was waning. He could hear the heavy panting of his opponent, a sound that signaled opportunity.
Seizing the moment, Ye Chen summoned all his strength, twisting his hips and shoulders to launch a powerful strike. Elbow first, he aimed for Chandler's temple.
*SNAP!*
The impact sent shockwaves through the air; Chandler's skin split, blood geysering forth in a brutal arc. With his energy reserves nearly depleted, this blow sent Chandler careening backward, blood dripping down his face as he tried to shake off the daze.
Staggering, Chandler fought to clear his vision, his mind swamped by the crimson haze. He wiped the blood from his eyes just as the referee moved in to assess the damage. Should the injury prove too severe, the fight would halt—leaving the crowd in stunned silence.
In an instant, the tide of the battle had turned dramatically. No one could have predicted Ye Chen's daring counterattack, especially after the beating he'd taken.
"Holy Mary, Chandler! I thought you'd been knocked out a thousand times!" someone yelled from the stands.
"Is Ye Chen on some kind of performance-enhancing drugs? How is he still standing?" another fan exclaimed, disbelief etched across their face.
"Chandler's barely hanging in there! It's like Mike's hit him and he doesn't even notice!"
"It's over for Chandler unless he can find a way to hold on until the round ends," sighed another fan, eyes glued to the fighters.
But just as the words left their lips, something miraculous happened. Chandler, momentarily dazed, shook off the haze and lunged forward, attempting to create space between himself and Ye Chen with a series of expertly practiced evasive maneuvers.
The audience erupted into chants of Chandler's name once more, their faith in their fighter reignited.
"Chandler's willpower is unbelievable! I thought he was down for the count!" exclaimed Rogen, astonished.
DC echoed, "Chandler's done all he can. Now he just needs to hold on for just over a minute, regroup, and hope for a second wind."
With just over one minute left on the clock, the crowd was on the edge of their seats, and then—*WHAM*! A picture-perfect leg hook from Chandler sent shockwaves through the arena.
But the moment of elation quickly vanished. As Chandler lunged, driven by adrenaline, Ye Chen capitalized on his slow reflexes, sweeping Chandler's legs out from under him.
Down Chandler went, and before he could regain his balance, Ye Chen stepped in with a perfectly timed uppercut.
*BOOM!*
The blow landed with a sickening thud, echoing through the arena. The referee, momentarily caught off guard, stood frozen as Ye Chen raised his arms in triumph.
Chandler, still dazed from the punch, aimed to catch himself but lost consciousness mid-fall. His body crumpled into the ring, although luckily, he managed to extend his arms to cushion the landing, lessening the impact.
The cheers erupted in waves, but they came from a select few—mostly those who had placed their bets on Ye Chen. Among them was Catwoman, her mood swinging like a pendulum from despair to exhilaration.
As Ye Chen basked in the glory of his victory, the stadium roared with excitement. Rogen shouted, "This is insane! Let's see that in slow motion—I can't believe what we just witnessed!"
Logan stammered, barely able to contain his eagerness. And soon enough, the replay played back, providing a new perspective on the electrifying match.
In slow motion, the crowd watched as Chandler tried to corner Ye Chen against the cage, ferociously throwing a series of punches. But Ye Chen's reflexes were as sharp as ever; he danced around the blows with an uncanny grace that had the audience gasping in awe.
Out of fourteen punches hurled his way, Ye Chen evaded nine, and five impacted harmlessly on his arms. Sure, there were a few red spots, but these were mere scratches on a fighter's resolve.
When Chandler threw three dangerous uppercuts, Ye Chen dodged the first two with breathtaking agility. The third, however, connected—but with a glancing blow. The sweat on his chest glistened, and though he felt the sting, it hardly slowed his momentum.
As the slow motion continued, the admiration from the audience grew. They marveled at Ye Chen's resilience and strategy, a triumph against all odds that would be remembered long after the final bell.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
stone