Capítulo 202: 202 What Are You Doing? The Whole Audience Was Stunned
The future father-in-law is certainly an unusual character. Yet, there's no denying his existence. The atmosphere shifted as Ye Chen was seen making his way into the ring, setting the stage for what was unfolding.
Meanwhile, in Catwoman's residence, a lively discussion erupted among her three sisters who could barely contain their excitement over the tournament. "Ye Chen is incredible! Everyone claimed he couldn't possibly defeat Ava and would be knocked out soon. Yet, here we are, and he has already surpassed two rounds!" one sister gushed. "Annie, you really have a good eye for talent. This man from Daxia is something else," another chimed in, visibly intrigued.
"Sure, he's impressive in the arena, but can he hold his own in other aspects?" the third sister interjected playfully, earning a series of amused glances. "Of course, he's remarkable—just look at how Annie has blossomed!" came the teasing reply, prompting all three women to laugh and lean in closer around Catwoman, who sat at the center of their animated chatter.
"Annie, spill the secrets! What makes Ye Chen so formidable?" the sisters urged, their excitement filling the room. The dialogue shifted from mere appreciation of skill to a playful teasing atmosphere, heightening their anticipation.
But Annie, glancing sideways at her sisters, shot back with a smirk, "Oh, really? Are you all eager to try for yourselves?"
"Wait, really? I'd be game if you are!" one sister exclaimed. "Are you serious?" another questioned, disbelief etched across her face. "Enough with the chatter; Annie's giving off some seriously lethal vibes today!"
At that moment, Catwoman sensed something amiss—especially when the camera frequently panned to Ye Chen, highlighting every subtle change in expression. "No, something's definitely off with Ye Chen," she murmured, her instincts kicking in.
Drawing her mobile phone from the depths of her sofa, she intended to send a video to her father for clarity on Ye Chen's situation. "That's not going to work—your dad didn't bring his phone!" came the teasing retort from her sisters. "Three years of pregnancy and you still forget the obvious," another sister teased lightly.
"It's alright. Ye Chen seems to be fine overall, but that injury on his face looks concerning—isn't that common?" Catwoman mused aloud, her concern growing.
"You're overreacting, Catwoman. Just look how relaxed he is, sitting right there in the ring!" one sister tried to reassure her. "He's incredibly powerful; he'll get through this without a scratch."
"And if he were really hurt, wouldn't the referee catch it?" another added, attempting to calm the rising tension.
Meanwhile, across the arena, in the rope corner, Canelo's head coach posed a question: "Are you absolutely certain about this?" Ava looked over at Ye Chen, catching him in the midst of laughter with his corner team and hesitated in her response, "I'm not entirely sure; maybe I'm reading the situation wrong."
Who else could engage in normal banter with a broken rib? Under typical circumstances, that would seem implausible. Yet, in a matchup billed as the showdown of the century, such a show of ease felt utterly out of place. One wouldn't expect this relaxed demeanor, even if trying to hide a flaw from an opponent.
"Wrong?" The head coach was baffled as his own instincts began to tell him a different story. Just then, a team member received an alert on their cell phone, the screen flashing with a brief message: "No."
He promptly showed the message to the head coach. This scenario was all too familiar in the fighting world—bribing someone to eavesdrop on the opponent's tactics was not uncommon. This particular message indicated that their informant had gleaned no vital information during his proximity to Ye Chen's corner.
The head coach scrutinized Ye Chen further, nodding to himself with a newfound realization. "This Ye Chen is something else. He has showcased what it means for a genius to emerge in such a critical arena. He's not someone to be taken lightly. I've observed him in numerous matches; he never seems to exhibit emotional highs or lows."
"And so, during the next round, focus your attack on his right rib and see how it plays out." Typically, teams wouldn't assign tactics unless they were sure of initial injuries—leg fractures, arm breaks, dislocated jaws, or the like. In such cases, they'd specifically target those weaknesses of their opponent, a surefire strategy to cripple their chances of victory.
However, without solid confirmation of an injury, directing an attack at a particular area could lead to disastrous consequences if they miscalculated. A relentless focus on a single target might blind them to other opportunities that could arise. Despite the risk, the experienced head coach persisted with this plan, believing Canelo should seize the initiative quickly. The second round had made it abundantly clear—Ye Chen was indeed a threat that needed to be neutralized without delay.
As the third round commenced, the first commentator remarked, "These two fighters are truly formidable. I can't wait to witness the strategies they'll deploy!" The second commentator added, "I'm particularly intrigued by Ye Chen's tactical evolutions. The way he shifts his approach is astounding."
The third commentator chimed in, excitement palpable in his voice, "Here we go! Look at Ye Chen—he's already taking the initiative and controlling the ring! It's a total departure from his tactics in the second round."
In a striking shift from the previous round, Ye Chen moved with alarming confidence right into the center of the ring, even usurping the advantageous position he had previously relished. This unexpected maneuver left many, including seasoned boxers and MMA fighters watching from ringside, utterly bewildered.
Mayweather, visibly perplexed and frowning, murmured to himself, "What on earth is this guy doing? This isn't the last round; he should be consolidating his lead!" As the arena buzzed with energy, everyone awaited the unfolding drama that the next moments would deliver.
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