Naming Technique of the Night

In the midst of the crowd, a middle-aged man was smiling at him, his features altered, but his white sportswear exceptionally striking.

In the irrational sea of people, his calm and rational smile was like a stream of fresh water.

As he had said, "I will accompany you only this journey through winds, snow, and blazing sun; from now on, I will not inquire about your thousand-mile journey. But I will still sneak a peek."@@novelbin@@

Qing Chen laughed inside the octagon cage, as if silencing the gym, the host, and the shouts of the audience all at once.

In his heart, Qing Chen realized, his master was watching his last match before going on a long journey.

Uncle Li Dong was aware of Qing Chen's lack of foundation, so he personally sent his cherished disciple to the ring, letting him face hardships inside the octagon cage.

Today, his cherished disciple was to prove himself on this ring, how could he not come and watch?

Only after seeing it could he be at ease.

Uncle Li Dong noticed that Qing Chen inside the octagon cage did not show a hint of fear.

All those in the know were aware of the danger tonight, but he really could not see any fear on Qing Chen's face.

This was very good.

Those who could climb barehanded up the steep cliffs of green mountains had long thrown away 'cowardice' at the base of the cliff, and all 'retreat' had dissipated in the morning sun above the horizon.

Only the words 'forever young' remained, and the courage of the young, to make moves without regret.

Then, the first boxer slowly walked into the octagon cage, Qing Chen glanced at him, and then said to the referee, "No need to close the door."

The referee was surprised for a second, he hadn't even managed to understand the meaning of Qing Chen's words when he saw the young man had already moved swiftly in front of the Tiger Grade Boxer.

Qing Chen threw a thunderous punch, the opponent immediately raised his arms in front of his face to block, using his arm bones as a fortress.

However, before the opponent could figure out how to respond to the following attack, the young man had already changed stance, his arms suddenly pulled back, and during a quick step, he hammered his elbow onto the opponent's fortress.

Even those from the Outer World would probably find it hard to recognize this move derived from BaJi Fist, the fierce elbow strike.

All techniques had been integrated by him.

The power of this elbow strike was like a lone wild bull on the plains, relentlessly breaking through the opponent's defense, shattering his arms.

Taking another step, the young man twisted his waist and turned his right foot upward, kicking the opponent's jawbone, the killing intent of Muay Thai as solid as reality.

The boxer flew backward, hitting hard against the octagon cage, halting momentarily before falling to the ground.

In the previous boxing match, Qing Chen had displayed his unrivaled skill talent, a collection of all the excellence of contemporary fighting techniques, making that night's skills appear like art.

And now, Qing Chen ruthlessly demonstrated his formidable strength, the strength of a Knight invincible in his class, infinitely close to D-Class strength.

So, in that moment the strength was revealed, the unprepared opponent felt like a scarecrow in a wheat field, effortlessly penetrated.

Only then did the referee understand why he was told not to close the door, because it really was redundant.

Everyone in the private room was stunned by the scene, especially Nan Gengchen and Li Tongyun, who felt particularly shocked.

Keep in mind, just two months ago, this young man was still just a regular high school student.

Li Tongyun found it very hard to associate this person before her eyes with the young man who used to make her fried rice, the experiences he had in the Inner World were far more numerous than her own.

While Li Changqing sat comfortably on the sofa, smiling as he watched the octagon, his eyes gleaming.

She had known Qing Chen was powerful, but she had not expected him to be this formidable.

In the scene, only Uncle Li Dong, this demigod, had closed his eyes, pondering something, the moment the defeated boxer hit the octagon cage, it had already become a prototype of "hanging a painting with a punch."

"Hanging a painting with a punch" is not a unique force technique of Knights; it describes how upon hitting an obstacle, the struck person's bones and flesh accumulate the impact force, which cannot dissipate immediately, by then that boxer probably already had multiple bone fractures and accompanying tear injuries, and he would never be able to enter the octagon cage again in his life.

In other words, Qing Chen had just utilized a force technique to produce an effect of twelve out of ten from ten units of strength.

With his waist as the axis, the ground as the foundation, he leveraged everything.

The human body was utilized by Qing Chen as a cold, efficient machine.

"Next," said Qing Chen in the octagon cage, looking towards the referee near the door. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

"Oh, oh," the referee came to his senses, "Now, please welcome the next boxer, Cheng De… Cheng De has forfeited! Now, please welcome… the third boxer has also forfeited!"

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This is today's update of 6200 words, I'm going to eat something and then finish this plot, guaranteeing a 10,000-word update for today.