Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 335 Bringing Talent to America (4)

This guy clearly owns a boxing gym, so he must know all the rules, but he just didn't separate the two of them after the round ended.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still in the ring, I would have thought he was just a spectator like everyone else in the audience.

Steven, a friend of the veteran, knew his friend's habits.

Anyone he recruits for a contest faces no restrictions other than the prohibition against using illegal methods.

That's why he didn't separate the two of them even though the time was up.

Old Gun wasn't as patient as Chang Ning, and he took the initiative to break the stalemate between the two.

He grabbed Chang Ning's thighs with both hands, adjusted his body to a position that would allow him to exert force, and began to tense his core muscles in his waist and abdomen.

Then the audience below the ring saw Old Gun stand up directly from the ground, and he was even holding Chang Ning as he stood up.

And so Chang Ning was lifted into the air by the old gun, and he thought to himself, "This is bad!"

As we all know, it's impossible to exert force in the air because there's no leverage point.

Just like Chang Ning didn't give Lao Qiang a chance to react earlier, now the retribution has come.

Old Gun used the man's own methods against him, lifting Chang Ning up and slamming him hard against the ground.

Now it's too late for Chang Ning to let go, his thigh is being held tightly by Lao Qiang, leaving him no chance to adjust his posture.

"Boom!"

Chang Ning's back made "close contact" with the ring, and the sound was painful to hear.

The result was the same; Chang Ning grimaced in pain and lost all control of her facial expressions.

Chang Ning, who had been hit, saw an opportunity to break the deadlock. He seized the moment when Lao Qiang bent over as he slammed him to the ground.

This is a small but significant opportunity. By changing one's posture, one's center of gravity will also shift.

This is the opportunity Chang Ning needs, the chance for him to counterattack.

A glint of light flashed in Chang Ning's eyes. He suppressed the discomfort caused by the blows and, before Old Gun could lift him up again, he straightened his upper body and then passed his free arms under Old Gun's armpits through his back to form a knot at his chest.

After completing these actions, Chang Ning threw the old gun out like a spring.

His ability to achieve this level is not only due to his exceptional strength, but also partly due to his use of the lever principle.

"The same tricks won't work on me."

Indeed, the move Chang Ning used this time was remarkably similar to the move the two sides used when they first entered the ground.

This time, Lao Qiang wasn't hit by Chang Ning's attack. Instead, he used the opportunity of being thrown into the air by Chang Ning to create distance between himself and his opponent.

“What does it matter if they’re the same or different? As long as they’re useful,” Chang Ning replied.

The two sides, who had already distanced themselves, returned to standing position.

These words left Old Gun feeling awkward, as if his face was being roasted by the fire in the fireplace—burning hot.

The two of them had just exchanged blows several times, and it seemed like neither of them could gain the upper hand.

But those who are family know their own situation best; it's not like that at all.

He always took the initiative to attack, but he couldn't do any effective damage to Chang Ning. Instead, the opponent seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack, making him feel a bit flustered.

So when Chang Ning said those words, he felt that the guy was implying something about him.

"Stop talking nonsense, the battle is not over yet."

I won't give you that chance this time.

Old Gun tried to save face, and his words were quite polite.

After a "friendly" exchange, he learned that Chang Ning was quite skilled in ground techniques, so he decisively changed his tactics in the next round.

You're good at ground fighting, right? Then I won't play ground fighting with you.

Let's fight a stand-up, attrition-based battle and see who gives up first.

With a thought racing through his mind, Old Gun let out a loud shout and charged toward Chang Ning.

His legs pounded the ground alternately like warhammers, each step causing the ring to tremble and the floor to thud like the beating of war drums.

When Old Gun used "Bear Charge" again and charged at him with unstoppable momentum, Chang Ning dodged left and right as if he had anticipated it, turning to the side each time just as Old Gun's fist was about to touch him.

"Fight back, kid!"
"Weren't you good at seizing opportunities to counterattack? Why are you silent now!"

Despite the strenuous exercise, Lao Qiang's breathing remained normal.

His voice was completely flat, clearly indicating that he still had plenty of energy reserves.

Despite his words, Lao Qiang gave Chang Ning no opening whatsoever, unleashing a relentless barrage of punches and kicks!

When Lao Qiang's high kick missed, Chang Ning suddenly closed in and stabbed Lao Qiang's ribs with surgical precision.

The elbow made a dull "thud" when it hit the skin, like a ripe watermelon being smashed open.

This successfully broke through the old gun's defenses; the power of an elbow strike is different from that of a fist.

What's the rush?
See, it arrived just as promised.

"You need to be focused during a fight, didn't your coach tell you that?"

Chang Ning looked at the old gunman, who was bent over and breathing heavily, and spoke slowly.

Trash talk is a common tactic in some sports events, used to influence the opponent's psychology and ultimately defeat them.

However, this doesn't seem to work against Chang Ning, because the more trash talk you spew, the more brutal the beating you get.

Old Gun's current state is a perfect example.

Seeing his left rib turn purplish-red instantly, as if it had been branded with a hot iron, Old Gun panted heavily, his nostrils flared like bellows, his breath carrying a strong smell of blood.

That elbow strike really hurt, but he felt he could still get another round, and he wanted to find out Chang Ning's true strength.

"Come again!"

Old Gun took a deep breath, straightened up, and readjusted his boxing stance.

This time, Chang Ning didn't wait; he chose to take the initiative.

After taking large strides close to Old Gun, he grabbed Old Gun's wrists with both hands in a claw-like grip, his fingers digging deep into the opponent's muscles, and hooked his ankle around Old Gun's ankle in an attempt to flip him over.

Faced with such an attack, Lao Qiang suddenly exerted his strength, his back muscles tensed up like steel plates, and his muscles expanded to spread Chang Ning's fingers apart, and he threw him towards the cage edge with a backhand.

How could Changning possibly do as Old Gun wanted?

He grabbed the other person's arm the instant he was thrown away, using the momentum to steady himself and causing the other person to stumble.

Taking advantage of Lao Qiang's unsteady stance, Chang Ning suddenly changed tactics and began to attack Lao Qiang's lower limbs with low kicks.

The calf muscles contracted like springs, and each kick was accompanied by a "whoosh!" sound, like a whip lashing the air.

Old Gun's left leg gradually went numb, feeling as heavy as if it were filled with lead, but he still gritted his teeth and countered with a high kick, his leg bone making a sharp "whoosh" sound as it cut through the air.

"boom!"

Old Gun's sweeping kick was caught by Chang Ning's ankle, his fingers digging into his skin like iron hooks.

Chang Ning hurled Lao Qiang towards the cage net like a discus thrower. Upon impact, Lao Qiang used his arm to protect his head. The impact between his forearm and the metal net produced a dull thud, and he rolled upon landing to dissipate the force.

At this point, it's natural to press the attack and finish off the opponent in one fell swoop.

Chang Ning strode closer to Lao Qiang, who hadn't gotten up yet, and then suddenly leaped up, his knee slamming heavily into Lao Qiang's face with a powerful gust of wind.

"Crack!"

His nose was struck hard, and blood gushed out, staining half of Old Gun's face red.

Blood dripped down his chin onto the ring, making a "drip! drip!" sound.

Old Gun felt like he had overturned a jar of condiments; all the flavors—sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty—rushed into his nostrils, making him choke and tear up.

He staggered backward, his vision blurred by blood, swaying as if he were drunk.

At that moment, Old Gun saw stars.

At this moment, Old Gun knew he had grasped a bit of Chang Ning's strength.

At that very moment, Old Gun fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at the old gun lying on the ring, Chang Ning knew that he had successfully brought his talent to America.

Starting today, his name will gradually spread throughout the mercenary community in America and even the world!