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The young man's body leaned against the protective ropes, his arms raised high to shield his face. His muscles ached from the relentless barrage of heavy punches, and every breath felt like a tearing pain in his ribs. Yet, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile hidden behind the protective gear.
He sensed Hulk's fatigue; the force behind each punch had lost its earlier, heart-stopping impact, replaced by a lingering weakness and exhaustion. He understood that his strategy was working, and the dawn of victory was within reach.
Hulk's arms felt as heavy as lead, each punch accompanied by a deep weariness. His breathing grew labored, heart pounding like a drum, and his fists began to throb from the prolonged assault. The speed of his punches slowed, and his mind went blank, driven only by instinct.
However, after throwing another heavy punch, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of exhaustion wash over him, as if all his strength had been drained in an instant. Hulk froze, a flicker of panic crossing his eyes. He realized that he had exhausted himself completely, while the seemingly frail opponent still stood before him!
"It’s impossible..." He gritted his teeth, trying to throw another punch but found his arms trembling and barely able to lift.
In that moment, the young man surged forward!
He swiftly moved his body, planting his right foot on the ground. Like an arrow released from its bow, he shot towards Hulk. His right fist swung out quickly, targeting Hulk's right abdomen—the very spot that had been repeatedly struck by jabs.
"Bang!"
This punch carried all his strength and slammed into Hulk's right side. The dull thud echoed around the ring as if it pierced through the very air. Hulk's body jolted violently, resembling a beast struck by an arrow; pain twisted his face as he let out a suppressed grunt.
Hulk staggered back several steps, instinctively clutching his abdomen with both hands. His eyes were filled with shock and rage, unable to comprehend how this opponent could unleash such tremendous power. His body bent slightly, becoming unstable like a mountain on the verge of collapse.
The young man did not pursue; instead, he stood still with a cold smile playing on his lips. His chest heaved rapidly, sweat trickling down from his forehead, yet victory shone brightly in his eyes. He knew that this punch had not only struck Hulk's body but had also shaken his confidence.
From the start of the match until now, the young man had deliberately refrained from using heavy punches, conserving his strength for this crucial moment. Meanwhile, Hulk had quickly exhausted himself in anger and overconfidence, turning himself into a weakened beast.
"Turns out, you are nothing more than this," the young man said softly, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm and calmness.
The audience in the ring erupted in gasps, their eyes fixed on the young man as they struggled to comprehend his sudden outburst. The opponent, once deemed to have no chance of winning, had now turned the tables with lightning speed; that powerful punch seemed to ignite the passion of the entire arena.
"My God, he actually has this kind of explosive power!"
"This kid has been hiding his strength well!"
A chorus of admiration and surprise echoed through the crowd, each person holding their breath in anticipation of what would happen next.
In the ring, the young man seized this fleeting advantage without hesitation. He quickly closed the distance to Hulk and unleashed another heavy punch aimed directly at his chest. The fist came down like a hammer, causing Hulk's massive body to sway violently from the impact, his footing faltering.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The punches rained down in rapid succession, each one landing with pinpoint accuracy on Hulk's upper body. His attacks grew faster, like an unrelenting downpour that left Hulk with no time to react. One hit, two hits, three hits… five hits… ten hits!
Hulk's body trembled under the relentless barrage; he looked like a giant tree swaying in a fierce wind. He attempted to raise his hands for defense, but those hands were already shaking from prolonged fatigue, lacking any speed or precision.
"Bang!"
Another heavy punch struck Hulk's ribs. His body lurched to one side, staggering as he nearly lost his balance. Pain twisted his face, and he let out a muffled groan but was unable to retaliate.
The young man completely controlled the situation now; his fists moved like machines, each punch carrying undeniable power and speed. His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, filled with determination and coldness. He knew this was his only chance; he had to crush Hulk completely.
Hulk's movements grew increasingly sluggish, his hands hanging weakly at his sides, struggling to lift them but always a beat too late. His legs began to tremble, his body swaying more violently, like a giant losing control in the eye of a storm.
Though the young man's stamina was also nearly depleted, he clearly understood how to allocate his strength. His punches were well-timed and rhythmic, neither rushing nor missing any opportunity to strike. This calmness and precision gave him an absolute advantage in the confrontation.
The audience around the ring became more and more excited, their cheers rising like waves, with some even jumping up in anticipation of the impending conclusion of the match. Meanwhile, Hulk stood in the center of the ring like a beast cornered, powerless and awaiting the final judgment of fate.
At the edge of the ring, the tall man's expression darkened further. His arms were crossed over his chest, his knuckles turning slightly white, revealing the simmering anger within him. His once arrogant demeanor had been replaced by dissatisfaction; his sharp eyes fixed intently on the young man relentlessly throwing punches in the ring, filled with fury and frustration.
The young man seemed to sense that hostile gaze; he turned his head slightly to look at the tall man, a meaningful smile playing at the corners of his mouth. That smile carried a hint of provocation, as if saying, "Every punch isn't just landing on Hulk; it's hitting you right in the face."
This expression was like a silent slap, striking hard against the tall man's pride. His face darkened even more, his chest heaving with each breath as tension caused his muscles to bulge slightly. His fists clenched unconsciously, radiating an aura of danger that suggested he might explode at any moment.
"Damn brat!" The tall man cursed inwardly, teeth clenched so tightly they almost creaked. He leaned forward slightly, as if ready to charge into the ring at any moment and deliver a crushing blow that would send the young man sprawling.
But reason told him this was not his battlefield. His gaze flickered momentarily but could not hide the anger boiling within. He could feel the eyes of the surrounding audience upon him, hear their whispered discussions and mockery, which only fueled his rage further.
In the ring, Hulk swayed unsteadily, his body resembling a withered tree in the wind, ready to topple at any moment. His face was swollen from repeated blows, and the redness on his right side was even more pronounced, tinged with purple. His eyes were glazed over; the world spun around him in dizzying circles, yet he stubbornly stood there like a beast refusing to fall.
The young man looked at Hulk without an ounce of pity. His fists clenched tightly again, muscles taut and ready to strike once more. The smile remained on his face but now bore an added hint of coldness and echoes of victory.
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