章節 24: 24: Oops, I’m Worried About the Wrong Person! One Punch and He’s Out!
The crowd erupted into a deafening roar, their cheers echoing through the arena, chanting Bobby Green's name like a war cry. But for Bobby, the exhilaration felt worlds away. Fear clawed at his heart—dark and suffocating—and hope seemed to slip through his fingers like sand.
He whispered to himself, "What kind of monster did I just step into the ring with?"
His mind raced back to the pre-fight bravado—the taunts, the boasts, the confidence that had almost blinded him. Now, as he faced his opponent, he realized that his earlier bluster was no match for the reality before him. Ye Chen didn't just play; he danced through the air with a ferocity that Bobby had never anticipated, even inviting blows without flinching.
Bobby understood that if he let fear paralyze him, he'd be lost, and he couldn't afford to let that happen. Not now. Not when all eyes were on him.
As Ye Chen charged forward, a jab darted through the air, his wingspan an intimidating tool of fury.
**"Boom!"**
The punch landed square on Bobby's nose, sending a spray of crimson streaming forth. Pain shot through him as he staggered back, shocked that he hadn't dodged. The speed of that blow left him reeling; Ye Chen wasn't just another fighter—he was a force of nature.
Panic clenched Bobby's chest. Ye Chen's earlier knockout of Li Zhengyong hadn't been mere luck. This opponent was for real. A foreboding realization washed over Bobby: retreating would place him directly in the cage net behind him, effectively sealing his fate.
With a gut-wrenching decision, he flung himself sideways, hoping to escape. But Ye Chen was relentless, catapulting after him. With the distance tight, he closed in, swiftly advancing and unleashing a powerful left hook to Bobby's chest.
**"Boom!"**
The sound echoed through the arena, like a drummer marking the rhythm of a fight. Bobby gasped, the air escaping his lungs as he stumbled back, desperately seeking his balance amid the chaos.
Fear was now palpable. With every fiber of his being, Bobby spun around, sprinting in an effort to create distance. For a fleeting moment, the crowd fell silent—a sudden, suffocating quiet that weighed heavily in the air.
Then came the booing.
**"Boo!"**
The wave of disapproval rolled through the audience, directed at Bobby Green. They could see his fear laid bare; the bravado he'd displayed before this match was nothing but smoke and mirrors amidst the storm of battle.
Every breath he took was a reminder of the excitement he had once promised. Yet here he was, a fighter running from the very opponent he had dared to challenge.
In the audience, the air was electric with anticipation. Catwoman, who had once hovered on the edge of anxiety, now found herself swept up in the moment. Cheering with fervor, she felt her loyalty swell.
But as she reflected, confusion danced in her heart.
"Wait a second... didn't I come to see him get beaten?"
Reality struck harder than any punch. She shouted out, "Bobby Green, stop running! Stand and face him!" Her voice cut through the noise, leaving those nearby momentarily stunned. Witnessing a cheerleader of his supporters turned detractor was unsettling, to say the least.
Meanwhile, across the ocean in China, the viewers watched with bated breath. Exploding with laughter and disbelief, their reactions lit up chat streams with colorful comments, echoes of admiration and sarcasm swirling in digital waves.
"Isn't this guy just running around?"
"Let's see that knockout move, Ye Chen!"
"Oh man, this is the first fight I've ever watched and it's already legendary!"
Watching the scene unfold, Ye Chen was a whirlwind of agility, cutting off Bobby's escape routes with a flair that captivated every viewer. With calculated grace, he swung out wide, his arm like a swinging door blocking Bobby's flight path and scoring more points with the audience.
Bobby instinctively jabbed at Ye Chen, trying to create space to maneuver, but as he turned back, his eyes widened in horror. A colossal fist, like a boulder, surged toward him.
Time stood still.
**"Boom!"**
The world exploded around him as Ye Chen's punch connected, sending him flying back several meters with an earth-shattering thud. The impact rattled the ring, freezing Bobby in place, the sting of defeat coursing through him.
Yet, instead of following through with another strike, Ye Chen stood still, scanning the audience with an air of triumph. He cupped his hands around his ears, turning his head sideways, inviting the crowd's reaction.
"Wow..."
A beat passed, then the audience erupted once more—exclamations, cheers, and a chorus of disbelief mingled in a thrilling cacophony.
The commentators were nearly speechless, leaning back in their seats, stunned by the spectacle before them.
Dana rose from his chair, a broad grin spreading across his face, his enthusiastic applause resonating throughout the arena.
"This is it! The Terminator Ye Chen has done it again—another explosive knockout, this one in just fifty-eight seconds! Truly clean and utterly spectacular! Let's hear it for him!"
Amidst the shower of cheers, the atmosphere was electric, buzzing with energy and anticipation for what was next. Ye Chen had not only won the fight; he had captured the hearts of the audience, leaving them wanting more.
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