Tyron and Riddle walked into the octagonal cage.
The match consisted of three rounds, each round lasting five minutes, and the organizers had brought in a professional UFC referee to score the rounds.
The match began.
Riddle took the initiative to attack, trying to get in close, but Tyron struck back.
After exchanging a few blows, Riddle suddenly bent down and lunged forward, attempting to grab both of Tyron’s legs.
This move, the lunging leg grab, is a favorite among ground fighters.
Almost everyone knows that ground fighters will try to close the gap and take down their opponent, but it’s still difficult to be on guard against this move at all tis.
In the UFC, so fighters consistently win on the ground, like the current lightweight champion Ground Eagle. You know he’s going to use the lunging leg grab, but you just can’t block it.
At this mont, as Riddle used the lunging leg grab, Tyron was already prepared; he leaned forward, jumped back with both legs, and avoided the grasping hands.
Riddle failed to catch Tyron’s legs and imdiately straightened up, raised his head, and grabbed Tyron’s arms.
He needed to prevent Tyron from taking advantage of the situation to attack and simultaneously engage in close-quarters grappling, continuing to look for an opportunity.
Tyron’s forward-leaning center of gravity ant he couldn’t strike effectively with his fists, so he could only beco entangled with Riddle’s arms, starting to wrestle.
His muscle strength and explosive power were superior to his opponent’s, so he soon freed himself from the grapple and re-entered the stand-up fight.
This was why Wu Li had chosen him; in close-quarters grappling, fighters trained in Ming Jin don’t have the space to generate power well, and in such instances, technique becos relatively weaker, and pure strength is what matters. Tyron had the advantage in this area, which allowed him more ti to stand and strike.
The two continued to exchange blows, and it wasn’t until about four minutes in that Riddle finally seized an opportunity, tackled Tyron, took him down to the ground, and the grappling battle began.
Tyron’s Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu was also at the master level; it’s just that his belt rank was not as high as Riddle’s, but it was impossible for Riddle to submit him in a short amount of ti.
In less than the last minute of the round, the two remained at a stalemate on the ground until the first round ended.
"Not bad," Wu Li approached Tyron and had the translator relay his ssage.
"Keep up your pace, but I have a suggestion."
"What?" Tyron turned his head to look at Wu Li.
Wu Li said, "If the ti is about to end and there’s no winner yet, you can intentionally give your opponent an opening, let him tackle you, but be prepared in advance. When he rushes at you, hit him hard."
Wu Li didn’t have much experience in competitions, so he did not propose specific tactics or strategies, but offered advice targeting a key point.
"Do you rember the power generation technique I taught you during the dicine ball training?" Wu Li asked.
Tyron was montarily stunned, then nodded, "I rember."
Wu Li said, "If you get a chance to prepare in advance, when your opponent lunges at you, use that spinal power like when you throw the dicine ball, and with both hands, strike upward at your opponent’s chin from the abdon."
Tyron’s eyes lit up, "I’ll try!"
The one-minute rest period quickly ended, and the second round began.
The two continued to exchange blows, with Riddle still occasionally attempting sneaky lunging takedowns. Tyron was caught a few tis but relied on his greater strength to break free without being taken down.
If the person fighting Riddle on the mat was a student less strong than him, the outco might have been completely different by now.
After four minutes, Tyron took a few steps back, bent his legs slightly, and sank his body down a little.
Wu Li noticed right away that Tyron was preparing to generate power by adjusting his spine.
anwhile, as Tyron stood stationary, adjusting his spine, Riddle decisively lunged forward to take down Tyron’s legs.
This ti, Tyron didn’t place his hands on the outside but near his lower abdon. As Riddle bent over and lunged at him, instead of leaping backward, Tyron explosively straightened his body upward, and his fists struck upward toward Riddle’s chin.
Bang!
Wu Li shook his head; this ti, the power in Tyron’s strike was not successful.
As expected, Tyron’s punches lacked force; Riddle was struck but had little reaction and proceeded to take Tyron down to the ground, and they began to grapple.
On the ground, Riddle clearly took the initiative, but the remaining ti was still not enough for him to complete a submission.
The bell rang, and the second round ended.
"It’s really useful! It’s just a pity that I didn’t manage to generate the power."
At the edge of the mat, Tyron proactively said to Wu Li.
Wu Li smiled. Although he had taught these students the power generation technique, he hadn’t taught them fighting thods or specific application; it’s like knowing a mathematical formula but still having a long way to go to solve complex problems.
Wu Li’s in-the-mont suggestion of a fighting technique wasn’t sothing Tyron would master at once.
"No problem, you’ll have another chance," Wu Li said.
In the third round, the fighting techniques of both sides hadn’t changed much at the beginning. However, due to the expenditure of energy, their attack rate wasn’t as high as in the previous rounds, and Tyron also had more preparation ti.
Two minutes later, the opponents faced off, and Tyron tried to adjust his spine, while Riddle didn’t imdiately lunge at him. His energy was waning, causing his concentration to drop compared to before.
A few seconds passed. Riddle made a probing step forward, and seeing no response from Tyron, he lunged again for the legs.
Whoosh!
He had him!
Riddle’s eyes brightened; there were more than two minutes left in the match, enough ti to complete a submission!
However, just as Riddle was about to take Tyron down, Tyron’s hands struck upward from his lower abdon, hitting Riddle’s chin.
Such odd motions were rarely seen in the ring, for such power generation, with too short a distance and too small a movent, wouldn’t deliver much force even if it hit the opponent.
But Tyron’s strike utilized spinal power, relying mainly on muscle bone power, and the force of his fists far exceeded Riddle’s expectations.
Bang!
It was like a heavy shot put smashed into Riddle’s chin, his eyes went blank, and he collapsed to the ground.
Tyron hurried forward, crouched down, and hamred Riddle’s face with his right fist. After a single blow, the referee stopped him.
The referee declared Tyron the winner.
"Ah!"
Tyron swung his arms, let out a long howl skywards, extrely excited.
The others hadn’t expected a knockout to occur at the end of the match. Charles’s face darkened as he thought Wu Li was incredibly lucky.
"But your luck can’t always be this good!" Charles thought fiercely.
In the second fight, it was Wu Li’s turn to send out a student.
This ti he couldn’t make a targeted choice, so he chose the one with the strongest overall ability.
After losing one match, Floreson’s group would likely send out a stronger student in the second fight for the sake of morale, so Wu Li wasn’t worried about wasting his student’s fighting power.
Sure enough, the student Floreson sent out in the second match had an overall score of B (78%), with good data across the board.
However, from the paper strength, the student Wu Li sent out was stronger.
On the ring, Wu Li’s student didn’t disappoint him and completely overpowered his opponent. Although Floreson arranged so tactics during the breaks, which allowed his student to catch up a bit in the last round, with the advantage from the first two rounds, Wu Li’s student ultimately won by points.
In the third match, Wu Li could make a targeted choice and won.
In the fourth match, Floreson’s group finally won one.
In the fifth match, Wu Li’s group won again.
In the sixth match, it was still Wu Li’s group that won.
In the seventh match, Wu Li’s group was victorious.
In the eighth match, the victory went to Floreson’s group.
After eight matches, with both groups pitting against each other and the ntors strategizing, Wu Li’s side had won six!
This was an outco that nobody had expected.
"Ha ha, aweso!"
"Wow, six to two, I don’t think it’s just luck, right?"
"Definitely. Haven’t you noticed that every ti Wu Li chooses later, his pick always has a clear advantage?"
"Look at Charles’s face, ha ha, it’s hilarious!"
"Really, he always presents his face for Wu Li to hit. I feel a bit sorry for him."
...
The live stream’s comnt section was filled with joy.
Charles’s expression went from relaxed at the beginning, to frowning, then to surprise, anger, disbelief, and finally, numbness.
He was increasingly failing to understand Wu Li, just like the netizens in the stream said: Winning once might be luck, but winning six out of eight matches, when both sides’ students are roughly at the sa level, everyone knew it was the achievent of Wu Li, the ntor.
The last match was an internal fight from Wu Li’s group. He had left the two with the weakest paper strength for the end to have a ’chicken fight’—after all, for an internal match, it didn’t matter who lost or won.
After nine matches were done, nine students were eliminated, and the nine winners would continue to compete.
"Wu Li, you can pick the one you think perford the best to directly earn a contract. The remaining eight will draw lots for elimination matches to decide the final two winners," Danny said to Wu Li.
The nine students all looked at Wu Li, their eyes filled with expectation and anxiety.
Wu Li paused for a mont, not expecting to have such a great deal of power.
Looking into the eyes of the nine in front of him, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that his decision could change soone’s destiny.
After all, getting into the UFC was a leap for many people’s professional careers.
"I choose George."
After so thought, Wu Li said.
George looked surprised, while the others shook their heads in disappointnt.
Actually, Wu Li had his own reasons for choosing George, because he saw that George was very interested in the Dark Force’s power-launching techniques and had sought Wu Li’s advice in private, asking where to learn Chinese Martial Arts.
Wu Li’s choice of George was with the hope that the UFC arena could have one more fighter using Chinese Martial Arts in the future.
Next, the eight students drew lots for two-on-two confrontations, with one fight this afternoon and another tomorrow. Soon, this TUF Ultimate Fighters competition would be over.
"Coach, can you tell again about the spine power-launching techniques? What you taught before was so effective against a Jiu Jitsu expert—I’ve got a new killing move," Tyron suddenly approached Wu Li during the rest period before the afternoon’s match, seeking advice on the move Wu Li had taught him to counter a front hug and takedown.
Wu Li nodded, "Sure."
Then he began to practice with Tyron, allowing himself to be tackled so he could demonstrate the movent, explaining the specifics of power-launching, which was certainly different from throwing a dicine ball.
Seeing Wu Li and Tyron practicing, the other students gathered around, curious about what Wu Li was teaching now.
"Coach, is this a technique from Chinese Kung Fu? Does it have a na?" Tyron asked after practicing for a while.
Wu Li shook his head. "This is sothing I ca up with on the spot. It’s not a technique of Chinese Kung Fu. In fact, there are many moves in Chinese Kung Fu that are quite effective against moves like the front hug takedown, but unfortunately, they can’t be used in the ring."
"The ring and real combat are ultimately not the sa," Wu Li casually lanted.
The translator relayed his words word for word.
"When I was back in China, I often heard such remarks. It’s a pity none of the people who said them could actually fight."
A voice ca through, it was Charles.
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