I searched and fought in America.

The two changed into gray fighting vests and trousers for ease of movement and stood facing each other in the center of the round platform.

Wang Ling cracked his wrists, a playful look in his eyes. He looked at the tall Rosen in front of him, a slight smile playing on his lips, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Mr. Rosen, Morris specifically came to see me last night..."

So, what kind of battle do you want this to be like? Do you want me to act realistically, or just get it over with?

He made no attempt to hide his disdain.

Morris did indeed contact him last night, and the implication was clear: the Iron Claw Gang is currently in a precarious situation, and Rosen, possessing the token and meeting favorable conditions in all aspects, is the best candidate to stabilize morale.

For the sake of the bigger picture, if Rosen is struggling a bit, hopefully Wang Ling can be a little "sensible" and go easy on him at a crucial moment, making this performance more convincing.

Wang Ling wasn't a stubborn, headstrong warrior like Caesar; he understood the bigger picture and was willing to cooperate.

But as a top-level expert, he had his own pride, which made him instinctively uncomfortable with this kind of "guaranteed admission".

So he couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

Rosen raised an eyebrow slightly.

Although he didn't hear Morris's instructions, looking at Wang Ling's expression and those strange words, how could he not understand the intricacies involved?

Was this a pre-arranged script because they were afraid they couldn't win?

Rosen laughed, a wild laugh.

Rosen cracked his neck, his gaze sharpening as he stared directly into Wang Ling's eyes:

"Go all out. Since you're recognized as the strongest in the Iron Claw Gang, you should let me have some fun."

At least... you're a bit tougher, so I don't have to worry about killing you with one punch.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ling was stunned.

He then laughed in anger.

The initial intention to let them win vanished instantly, replaced by anger and a fighting spirit stemming from being slighted.

"Okay, okay."

Wang Ling said "good" three times in a row, and the smile in his eyes disappeared completely. "Since you are so confident, then I will have to see for myself."

"Of course." Rosen said calmly, assuming a simple fighting stance.

From his vantage point on the high platform, Morris looked down at the tense atmosphere below and his heart skipped a beat.

How come the atmosphere is already so tense before the fighting has even started?

But he had no choice but to bite the bullet and raise the microphone:

"Ready for the duel!"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"start!"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Ling's figure came right up to him. He was very fast and his footwork was strange. He cut into Rosen's inner circle in an instant.

There were no fancy probing moves; the first strike was a deadly one!

Wang Ling slammed his right hand directly at Rosen's Adam's apple, while simultaneously hooking his left foot towards Rosen's knee.

Rosen remained calm. He did not retreat, but instead swung his left arm to deflect Wang Ling's right hand. At the same time, he used his right leg to withstand the hook kick.

boom!

The impact of the limbs produced a dull thud.

Wang Ling felt as if his punch had hit steel, and the hook kick from his feet felt like he had kicked an iron stake, making his hands and feet ache.

But he didn't stop there. He quickly changed his move, and when his first strike missed, he used the momentum to spin around and slammed his elbow into Rosen's temple.

Rosen tilted his head slightly, supported the other's elbow with his right hand, and then pushed him away.

The two figures clashed, exchanging five or six blows in less than ten seconds.

When the distance widened again, Wang Ling stood on the edge of the circular platform, slightly out of breath, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Rosen had completely changed.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

Those few moves seemed simple, but every single one of them was aimed at vital points. An ordinary person would have been lying on the ground long ago.

Not only was Rosen's defense impeccable, but he also constantly disrupted his chasing rhythm.

This person has a very strong fighting spirit!

"Is this what they call 'the strongest'?"

Rosen stood there, a hint of mockery on his face:

"Go all out. You can't beat me at this childish game."

Wang Ling's cheeks twitched slightly, but he did not fall into a rage. Instead, he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

"You will pay the price for your arrogance."

Wang Ling held nothing back and charged straight at Rosen.

Whoosh!

This time, Wang Ling was three points faster than before!

He no longer confined himself to fists and feet; knees, elbows, even fingers—every part of his body became a deadly weapon.

A spinning whip punch aimed straight at Rosen's face, followed by a series of blows to his abdomen, waist, and even Adam's apple.

However, something unbelievable happened to Wang Ling.

Faced with his fierce and relentless attacks, Rosen managed to block them all.

"Too slow."

Rosen's voice rang out.

When Wang Ling launched a vicious knee strike, he didn't block it. Instead, he took a step forward and, relying on his strong physique, rammed head-on into Wang Ling's chest!

Stick close to the mountain!

boom!

A loud bang.

Wang Ling felt as if he had been hit by a truck, his blood surging, and he staggered backward involuntarily.

"How is this possible?!" Wang Ling was shocked.

His signature combo moves, which he was so proud of in terms of technique, were so easily countered by his opponent.

Before he could even regain his footing, Rosen launched a counterattack.

Rosen's fist slammed out, without any fancy moves, just fast and heavy!

Wang Ling tried to block, crossing his arms to protect his chest.

boom!

The immense force traveled through his arm and into his entire body. Wang Ling was blasted back several meters by the punch, and even though he managed to deflect the force using his combat skills, he still couldn't regain his balance.

Rosen gave him no chance to catch his breath.

One punch, two punches, three punches!

Every punch was powerful and heavy, and every punch precisely struck Wang Ling's weak points in defense.

Wang Ling was devastated to discover that he was not only completely outmatched in strength, but even his most prized fighting skills were full of flaws in front of Rosen.

Rosen seemed to be able to predict his every move; often, the moment he raised his hand, Rosen's fist was already waiting in his path.

"it's over."

A huge fist rapidly magnified in Wang Ling's field of vision.

He wanted to escape, but his body couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

Bang--!!

The heavy punch landed squarely on Wang Ling's chest.

Click.

It sounded like a bone cracking.

Wang Ling was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, tracing an arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the circular platform.

He struggled to get up, but the intense pain and exhaustion left him limp and powerless on the ground.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the man who was still standing in the center of the platform.

This is... absolute power.

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A Failed Author's Short Essays 9:

On the first day of my hiatus, I felt guilty towards my readers; on the second day, I felt wonderful freedom; on the third day, I realized that I didn't have any readers at all.