Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

"Beep——"

Scattered thoughts coalesce into a single line the instant the whistle blows, using this line to govern the body's actions.

Even though it was an exhibition match, Bo Bing was genuinely provoked by Yin Su's competitive spirit and unwillingness to admit defeat.

You meet your opponent in chess.

Bo Bing's breath carried an unprecedented calmness and vigilance.

His deep black eyes darkened, he braced himself, exhaled and pulled in his stomach. This was the first time he had taken a serious defensive stance in the octagon, which also represented his recognition of Yin Su as his opponent.

These actions not only protect the head but also the ribs.

Ribs are extremely fragile. A broken rib can instantly render an ordinary person unconscious. Shattered ribs can also pierce internal organs. Even thin ice places great importance on its defensive posture.

The young man carefully exhaled the excess air from his lungs, tensed his body, and breathed slowly—to avoid being caught off guard and potentially having his lungs blown out by a kick.

He has always been like this. Whenever it's a competition or something involving rankings, he always has to fight for victory and determine who is more important. This is not his original intention, but once he discovered that maintaining his ambition would make his life better, he became completely addicted to the thrill of climbing and competing.

There are advantages to lying down; not having to worry about most mundane matters is naturally excellent.

Unfortunately, Feng Tianhan was born needing the stimulation of blood and ambition to grow. Only through suffering could he truly feel his own existence, which greatly boosted his willpower and endurance, allowing him to grow in a very short time and continuously grow.

A self-made man, an extraordinary ambitious man.

Just as Xiao Peilin thought, no one who saw Feng Tianhan for the first time could help but be secretly shocked.

Inside the octagonal cage, the two terrifying beasts gracefully lowered their center of gravity, staring at each other, each searching for the other's weakness.

The screams from the audience outside the stadium had stopped, replaced by a soft, continuous buzzing sound.

Yin Su's swinging punch did not hit Bo Bing, and Bo Bing knew that this was just a test by the other party to be wary.

The Russian-style long swing punch is actually one of the most familiar moves in Russian boxing, and its appearance rate in street fights is not low. It is even after the famous "turtle punch" and "mad dog punch". Its power is extremely fierce. However, against someone of Bo Bing's level, the hit rate of the long swing punch is not high. Of course, if it can't hit, there is no need to talk about the power of the damage.

The two exchanged blows more than ten times, their attacks coming in waves, the wind whistling through the air, neither of them gaining the upper hand.

This is just a test.

Bo Bing used her arm to block the opponent's attack.

The young man first used a "spreading hand outer block" to block Yin Su's straight punch. Yin Su's attack failed, so he immediately turned around and quickly turned his fist into a palm, aiming at Bo Bing's slightly relaxed opening. However, Bo Bing immediately followed up with a "pillow hand inner block", pressing down with her left hand to block the opponent's wrist.

Yin Su's move was a feint; upon seeing this, he immediately countered with a powerful kick, his momentum undiminished.

The young man frowned, and almost instinctively raised his right knee to protect his open area.

"Wing Chun?"

Yin Su recognized this preventative technique and realized that his own stance had revealed a weakness. He stopped holding back and turned around to launch a whip kick into the air, taking advantage of the gap in his opponent's stance.

The man didn't hold back, the fabric whistling through the wind.

Since it's an octagon with no restrictions, Bo Bing likes to come up with new things. After all, for an exhibition match, the fresher the things the audience likes to see, the better.

The two tacitly understood this and put their best skills to good use.

They fought back and forth, blocking and parrying, each move unrestrained, a truly exhilarating battle. Bo Bing kicked a steel cage pillar so hard it deformed.

Even though it was a hollow iron pillar, Bo Bing had performed a spinning kick with his bare leg, yet his leg bone was unharmed.

Even the audience and staff below were holding their breath for the two of them.

These two are from different backgrounds. This is an exhibition match without any protective gear. What grudge do they have that they would actually fight on stage?

The screen was already filled with a dense barrage of comments.

Yin Su was hit on the right shoulder by Bo Bing's kick, and immediately groaned and took a step back. Then, without waiting for his opponent to counter, Bo Bing took a step to the side, pounced and kicked in mid-air.

It is the "Monkey Kicks a Branch" move from Xingyi Quan.

With a much more aggressive and sweeping movement than before, he kicked his feet directly onto Yin Su's arms as he held the cage, forcing Yin Su to the edge of the cage.

Yin Su remained calm, immediately crouching down and stepping forward to follow up with a Muay Thai-style aerial knee strike.

Bo Bing dodged the attack, but unexpectedly, Yin Su, with a smile on his face, launched a heavy and ruthless attack. His powerful right leg kick failed, so he kicked again in mid-air. At the moment when the young man squatted down and broke his stance, he turned around and swung his elbow down to the side and head.

You little pup, what are you laughing at?

Bo Bing quickly turned his head to dodge and blocked with his right hand, but he was severely injured. However, he reacted instantly and retaliated with a whip kick.

Yin Su, smiling, withdrew and gracefully raised his knees to his knees, as if it were expected.

—It was absolutely intentional.

Bo Bing's face instantly turned bright red.

Bo Bing wasn't entirely familiar with Wing Chun either, but Yin Su was much better at it than him.

In fact, after fighting for a while, you'll find that their fighting styles are completely different.

Bo Bing's standing attacks are mostly leg techniques. Whether it's a vicious and unexpected change-of-direction kick, a low sweep kick, or multiple roundhouse kicks, his instincts are generally average. The young man uses them with fluid movements and precise angles. His legs move like snake tongues, extending and retracting, striking far and wide, making them extremely vicious and deadly.

Yin Su's attacks were primarily based on fist techniques, with looping and folding movements, feints and real strikes. While seemingly clean and beautiful, his attacks were powerful and heavy. He combined Chinese and Western boxing techniques in a seamless manner. Even under Bo Bing's vicious offensive, he could still deliver low strikes and horizontal blocks, showing no weakness compared to his opponent's leg techniques.

Yin Su used speed to defeat slowness, while Bo Bing used strength to attack weakness.

Back and forth, they launched a fierce offensive.

Yin Su pulled away, turned around and met Bo Bing's mid-air leap, his knees hitting Bo Bing's head.

With this collision and the elbow strike, Bo Bing believed that Yin Su would also fall to the ground.

Unexpectedly, Yin Su possessed exceptional waist strength, managing to bend his knees and lean back, executing a horizontal Iron Bridge move that directly broke through Bo Bing's attack.

Yin Su's back was almost touching the ground, but he stood up steadily with his powerful core strength, without swaying at all.

Thin ice fish leaps up and kicks sideways.

The ten-minute exhibition match ended, and the whistle blew.

[Blocking has ended]

Yin Su did not parry again, but instead firmly grasped the young man's ankle, smiled gently, and secretly squeezed his hand.

His beautiful eyes were full of cunning.

This scoundrel actually dared to make fun of me.

[Sensitive] Startup.

【Feixia】Start.

The system's cold, electronic voice added insult to injury.

"roll."

Bo Bing's ear tips instantly turned red, hidden in his black hair. He easily read Yin Su's thoughts, and without any politeness, his cold and ruthless eyes darkened as he forcefully pulled his foot back.

Bai Kaixin was still spouting platitudes and remarking that the two had tied, while the fans were giving him a frenzied cheer.

Yin Su's calloused hands brushed against the body, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the young man with his head down, his ears red and his body trembling slightly.

So sensitive.

Hmm, I kind of want it, what should I do?

"Or maybe we should catch it and put it in a cage," Yin Su thought maliciously. "Once such a sensitive body gets aroused, it won't be able to resist the pleasure anymore..."

Bo Bing felt a chilling sensitivity emanating from within.

The skin that had been touched by the man trembled and itched.

Yet, a natural, animalistic sensitivity to danger seeps into their hearts.