ILSITM Chapter 79

I lay on the **, listening to the radio and taking out my phone from the sports armband.
I looked at the video taken by the phone, which was quite clear, capturing the fierce and menacing appearance of the big guy.
“Warrior number 147 has defeated ten challengers in a row and won the privilege of rest. Now, let’s invite warrior number 150 and challenger number 83,” the host’s voice came from the radio.
After I entered the arena, I also successively defeated ten challengers and once again won the privilege of rest.
After obtaining the privilege of rest, I returned to theresting area by the same route.
Because it was already quite late, neither I nor warrior number 147 appeared on stage again that night.
The next day, warrior number 147 first defeated ten challengers who PKed him and won the privilege of rest; then I also defeated ten challengers who PKed me and won the privilege of rest; then, warrior number 147 defeated ten challengers who PKed him again and won the privilege of rest; then I defeated ten challengers who PKed me again and won the privilege of rest.
On the third day, both I and warrior number 147 defeated our respective challengers.
“Ladies and gentlemen, warriors number 147 and 150 have defeated their respective challengers. Now, please have the two warriors stand on the ring and begin competing for the King of Warriors,” the host’s energetic voice echoed in the stadium.
“Warrior number 147 will win! Warrior number 150 will win!” The shouts of the audience under the ring rose and fell one after another.
Amidst the shouts of the audience, warrior number 147 and I stepped onto the ring one after another.
Warrior number 147 was half a head taller than me, with broad shoulders, developed muscles, and strong and powerful legs.
I’m not afraid of head-on collisions with people of this build; if he’s strong, I’m even stronger, and if he’s weak, I’m even stronger.
As soon as the referee gave the order, we started fighting fiercely.
He threw a punch at me, and I directly met it with a punch.
“Bang!” The two fists collided, feeling like they had hit a thick wall.
The impact force from each other shook both of us back a step at the same time.
After a brief moment, we both swung our fists at each other again, but his fist stopped halfway, and he suddenly changed to kicking me with his foot.
I reacted quickly, stopping my own fist and kicking towards him as well.
Our feet met, and we were both shaken by the powerful force of the kick, staggering back four or five steps before barely standing still.
After that, he threw a punch, and I returned a punch; he kicked, and I welcomed it with a kick.
Back and forth, we didn’t give way to each other, meeting force with force, and for a time, it was difficult to determine the winner.
After fighting like this for ten or twenty rounds, both of us were extremely exhausted.
Seeing that we were both panting heavily, the referee ended today’s match ahead of time.
Then, the next day and the third day, we fought for three consecutive days, still evenly matched.
Today is the fourth day, and as soon as we entered the arena, he threw a punch at me, and I threw a punch at him.
He punched me in the face, and I punched him in the face.
Immediately after, he kicked my chest, and I kicked his chest.
After a few rounds, the referee stopped our fighting style.
“Warrior number 147 punched warrior number 150, and warrior number 150 suddenly raised a foot and kicked towards warrior number 147’s fist,” the host’s commentary echoed in the stadium.
“Warrior number 147’s fist was hit by warrior number 150, and warrior number 147 showed a painful expression. He suddenly raised his leg and kicked towards warrior number 150’s lower abdomen. Warrior number 150 fell backward, suddenly hugging warrior number 147’s foot with both hands. As warrior number 150 fell to the ground, warrior number 147 was also pulled into a split, and he sat on the ground screaming in pain,” the host continued to comment.
The referee gave warrior number 147 some time to recover.
Warrior number 147 got up from the ground and approached me step by step.
In response to his provocation, I used close-quarters combat, suddenly “leaning” towards him.
Caught off guard, he was “leaned” into a stumble by me.
I was very strange, how could a warrior whose offensive and defensive skills were not outstanding have defeated so many challengers and reached the end.
Warrior number 147 got up from the ground and approached me step by step.
When I repeated the old trick and “leaned” towards him again, he suddenly dashed towards me, jumping high, hitting my chest with his knee while slamming his elbow heavily on the top of my head.
My chest and the top of my head were suddenly hit hard, and I immediately fell to the ground.
The referee also gave me a moment to catch my breath.
I was careless just now, I didn’t expect this warrior number 147 to use the brutal killing move from ancient Thai boxing – flying knee elbow strike.
The referee began to count down: “Ten, nine, eight…”
I struggled and finally got up, but I couldn’t stand very steadily, and my body swayed from side to side.
In order to maintain balance, I simply started drunken boxing on the ring.
Warrior number 147 didn’t know it was a trick and rushed towards me again.
The technical characteristics of drunken boxing are to confuse the opponent with drunken forms and drunken states, the form is drunk but the intention is not drunk, the steps are drunk but the heart is not drunk, emphasizing false defense and real attack, avoiding when attacked, taking advantage of gaps, and attacking east while aiming west.
Using drunken steps, I quickly moved to the side.
Warrior number 147 missed, a little angry, and waved his fists at me. Unexpectedly, this time he used the Wangba fist (a wild, unskilled punching style).
I suddenly dashed towards him, jumping high, hitting his chest with my knee while slamming my elbow heavily on the top of his head.
His chest and the top of his head were suddenly hit hard at the same time, and he immediately fell to the ground.
Warrior number 147 never thought that I would also use the flying knee elbow strike, “using his own methods to retaliate against him.”
I learned ancient Thai boxing, but because the lethality of ancient Thai boxing is too powerful, it is forbidden to use it in the ring, so I have never used this move in the ring.
But in this Warrior Championship, the referee did not restrict the use of this kind of boxing.
The referee gave warrior number 147 some time to recover, and then began to count down: “Ten, nine, eight…”
Warrior number 147 struggled to get up, but fell to the ground as soon as he stood still, and could no longer get up.
“The referee judges warrior number 147 to have failed in the championship, and warrior number 150 ‘used his own methods to retaliate against him’, winning the title of the fourth Warrior Championship,” the host’s voice echoed in the stadium.
“Next, please invite the organizers of the fourth Warrior Championship – Huanyu Company and theperson in charge of the Global Prison to the stage to award the gold belt to the champion.”
A short, chubby middle-aged man who looked very much like an East Asian walked onto the ring and awarded me the gold belt.
After the award ceremony, I walked towards the resting area as usual.
At this time, someone came over and told me that I was free, I could leave here, and pointed to a walkway under the ring, indicating that I should leave from there.
There was a door at the end of the walkway, probably the door to exit the stadium. As I was guessing, the door “popped” open.
I pushed open the door that had already sprung open, and in front of me was a long and narrow passage.
At the end of the passage, there was another door.
When I was about to walk to this door, the door “popped” open again.
Then, I heard the sound of a train whizzing by.
When I pushed open this door, a beam of strong light shot at me, and I had to close my eyes.
After a while, when I opened my eyes, I found that I was actually standing in a train car.
This train seemed to be traveling in a tunnel, with darkness outside the window, but the inside of the car was brightly lit.
The car window was like a mirror. From this mirror, I saw familiar faces flashing by: “Hey,” Yang Wu Lang, Little Security Guard, Little security guard’s (Little Security Guard’s) mother, Wu Dalang, Pan Jinlian, Wu Song, Li Yuanba, Emperor Tianqi, Emperor Shunzhi…
“Dear passengers, the train is approaching Long City Station. Passengers disembarking at Long City Station, please prepare to get off the train,” a female train conductor’s voice came from the car broadcast.

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