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The atmosphere in the ring reached a boiling point, with the audience's cheers and shouts blending together like an invisible storm enveloping the entire arena. A young man stood in the center of the ring, his eyes fixed on the swaying figure of the Hulk before him. His body was already exhausted, drenched in sweat, and the pain in his muscles served as a constant reminder of his limits, yet his fists remained tightly clenched, his feet firmly planted, ready to deliver one final blow.
The Hulk's body resembled a mountain on the verge of collapse; his legs trembled, and his arms hung limply at his sides. His breathing was heavy, like a wounded beast struggling for survival. Even so, he fought to stay upright, determined not to fall.
Taking a deep breath, the young man suddenly lunged forward, his body shooting toward the Hulk like an arrow released from a bow. He raised his right fist high, the muscles in his shoulders and back quivering from extreme tension. With all his strength, he swung his fist toward the Hulk's chin.
"Bang—!"
The sound of fist meeting chin was clear and resonant, shocking everyone in attendance. In that instant, the Hulk's body was propelled backward, leaving the ground momentarily as if struck by a mighty force before crashing heavily onto the ring.
"Thud!"
The Hulk hit the floor with a dull thud. His limbs twitched weakly as he stared blankly at the ceiling; a faint sound escaped his throat, signaling that he had completely lost the ability to fight.
The referee quickly slid over to the Hulk's side and crouched down to assess his condition. He slapped the Hulk's face lightly to confirm that he could no longer continue. Standing up immediately, he raised his hand and struck the mat forcefully while announcing loudly:
"The Hulk is unable to continue! The match is over! KO winner—Police Officer!"
The crowd erupted into a frenzy! The audience roared with deafening cheers and applause, like waves crashing against the shore, surging toward the ring. They chanted the young man's name; some jumped up in excitement while others whistled joyfully, pushing the atmosphere to its peak.
Hearing the referee's announcement, the young man slowly exhaled in relief. His body swayed slightly from extreme fatigue, and he knelt weakly on the ground as if his legs had lost all support. Sweat and exhaustion covered his face, yet a weary but satisfied smile crept onto his lips.
He took a deep breath and slowly raised his right hand high above him. His fist remained tightly clenched, like an indestructible fortress proclaiming his victory to everyone present.
The cheers from the audience grew even louder as countless eyes focused on this young man. In the spotlight, he appeared small yet radiated an undeniable brilliance. His willpower, skill, and relentless pursuit of victory culminated in this flawless KO win.
The referee carefully supported the young man and helped him rise from the ring floor. He swayed unsteadily; each step felt like it drained every ounce of strength from him. His hair was soaked and clung to his forehead; he breathed heavily as his chest rose and fell erratically but still managed to stand upright.
As everyone expected him to quietly exit or accept a simple round of applause, he suddenly lifted his head, his hoarse voice resonating throughout the Ring.
"My name is Li Luo," his voice, though not loud, carried an undeniable strength that shook the eardrums of everyone present. "Criminal Investigation Division First Brigade, number 266-1."
This statement was like a stone thrown into calm waters, instantly stirring shock and bewilderment among the crowd. The noise of the audience abruptly ceased, and everyone stared blankly at the young man in the Ring, as if they could hardly believe their ears. The air around the Ring became thick and heavy, the atmosphere drained of all warmth.
Li Luo stood there, leaning against the ropes of the Ring, as if he had exhausted his last ounce of strength. His left eye was nearly swollen shut, but his right eye remained sharp as a blade, scanning the surroundings with an oppressive authority.
"Shadow City is now engulfed by chaos and crime," he continued, his voice imbued with an undeniable resolve. "But I will strive to restore peace to this city."
As he spoke these words, he straightened his chest and lightly clenched his fist, as if declaring his determination to everyone present. Each word struck like a hammer against the hearts of the onlookers.
The crowd beneath the Ring fell into an eerie silence; the previous cheers and excitement vanished without a trace, replaced by an indescribable sense of shock and unease. Some furrowed their brows, others whispered to one another, while some instinctively avoided Li Luo's gaze, as if fearing they might be burned by his fiery stare.
However, Li Luo paid no mind to these reactions. He stood in the Ring, leaning against the ropes like a statue on the verge of collapse, yet his gaze remained unwavering. His bloodshot eyes fixed intently on each person below him, as if trying to see through their souls. Though his presence lacked the sheer strength of Hulk's, it radiated an unshakeable conviction.
"You can continue to laugh and believe this city is beyond saving," Li Luo said in a low voice filled with fatigue yet still powerful. "But I will not give up."
As his words hung in the air, he raised that already swollen fist once more towards the sky, as if to declare that his fight had only just begun.
In the Ring, Hulk's figure was being supported by two companions, moving heavily with his head bowed low like a beast that had been defeated. His legs could barely support his weight; he resembled a pile of mud being dragged offstage. His body bore marks from the fight—bruises on his ribs and face were hard to look at. A few spectators whispered among themselves, shaking their heads in dismay at Hulk's dismal defeat.
On the other side, Li Luo was assisted by a referee as he painstakingly descended from the Ring. His face was pale; his left eye was completely swollen shut, and he swayed slightly from extreme fatigue. Each step seemed to drain every ounce of energy from him, sweat dripping onto the floor.
Just as Li Luo stepped off the Ring, a group suddenly blocked his path. At the forefront stood a tall man with a cold smile on his face and a glint of malice in his eyes. He had his hands shoved into his pockets, and his chest rose and fell with deep breaths as if suppressing an inner fury.
"This performance wasn't bad," the tall man said softly, laced with sarcasm as he fixed his gaze firmly on Li Luo. "Now I see your worth. You... are indeed worth a fight."
His words struck the surrounding air like a heavy hammer. The crowd by the ring fell silent, everyone instinctively holding their breath, their eyes darting between Li Luo and the tall man.
The tall man slowly raised his hand and took out his gloves from his pocket. As he put them on, he fixed a provocative gaze on Li Luo, a smug smile spreading across his face. "Come on now, let me see if your mouth is tougher than your fists."
Li Luo remained silent, standing there with slightly quickened breaths. His left eye was swollen shut, leaving only his right eye to coldly regard the tall man before him. There was no fear in his gaze, only exhaustion and deep disdain. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but no words escaped.
Low murmurs of discontent began to ripple through the crowd. Some frowned while others let out a few derisive laughs.
"He's only showing up now? Li Luo just fought Hulk and got beaten up; he has some nerve!"
"Isn't it just bullying to strike now?"
"Tsk, how tasteless!"
The mocking voices in the crowd grew louder, expressing their extreme dissatisfaction with the tall man's obvious opportunism.
Hearing these remarks, the tall man's smile faltered for a moment but was quickly replaced by a sneer. He disdainfully scanned the surroundings before locking his gaze back on Li Luo, his tone laced with more threat. "Don't disappoint me, kid. I've been waiting for this fight for a long time."
Li Luo slightly lifted his head, leaning against the ropes of the ring as he gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand. Though exhausted, he stood straight. A glint of cold light shone from his remaining right eye as he offered a faint, indifferent smile.
"What you want is just a victory to show off," he said softly, his voice hoarse yet firm, carrying an undeniable weight of intimidation. His gaze pierced directly at the tall man like an invisible dagger aimed at his pride.
The tall man's smile momentarily froze; he clenched his fists tighter, his aura becoming even more oppressive. Yet Li Luo stood there unflinching, like a rock weathered by countless storms—unyielding and hard, impossible to shake.
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