In the intense boxing arena, Zhao Yuxuan kept moving and jumping. Each jump seemed to consume the last bit of energy in his body, and signs of exhaustion were becoming increasingly obvious in his physical condition. The large beads of sweat on his forehead kept rolling down, soaking his clothes. There was a hint of fatigue and anxiety in his eyes, because up until now, he hadn't been able to find an effective way to attack Zhao Qiang. This sense of powerlessness made his originally orderly boxing gradually become disordered. Each punch he threw was like an arrow that had lost its direction, lacking the previous fierceness and precision.
Zhao Qiang, on the other hand, was as clear - minded as a mirror in his heart. He keenly sensed that the opportunity had quietly arrived. When he saw Zhao Yuxuan recklessly launching an attack again, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, and a barely noticeable slyness flashed in his eyes. This time, instead of lifting his leg as before, he took a large step forward in an extremely sudden manner. This step seemed to carry a great force and instantly inserted itself between Zhao Yuxuan's feet. Immediately after, his hand shot out like lightning and tightly grasped Zhao Yuxuan's right wrist. This move was the wrestling stunt that Zhao Qiang had used during their last fight and was also one of his frequently - used trump cards in his previous competitions.
In the world of boxing, almost all opponents who were familiar with Zhao Qiang knew the power of this move well. As long as they were broken into between the feet by him and had their wrists grasped, most of the opponents would be thrown flat on their backs by this "Guoxue Throw" stunt and then reluctantly admit defeat. They also knew that the only possible way to break this move was to tightly hug Zhao Qiang's waist, shoulders, and other parts at the fastest speed when he was close to their backs, preventing him from exerting force to throw them over his head. However, Zhao Qiang was not only limited to this move. He had an even more powerful follow - up method, which was to jump up with his opponent and fall to the ground, then take advantage of the situation to heavily press his opponent under his body, and immediately use his elbow to strike the opponent's head hard. However, he rarely used this latter move because it was too fierce and a slight mistake could cause serious harm to his opponent. Even though Zhao Yuxuan had the experience from last time and his reaction was particularly sensitive at this time, even if he could hug Zhao Qiang, it would be very difficult for him to avoid this more powerful killing move.
At this time, Zhao Qiang had successfully grasped Zhao Yuxuan, and his back was tightly pressed against Zhao Yuxuan's chest. He was like a wild beast about to capture its prey. Then he let out a loud shout, and the sound reverberated in the arena like a large bell. Immediately after, his body suddenly bent, and all his strength was concentrated at one point as he exerted force to throw Zhao Yuxuan over his head.
However, Zhao Yuxuan did not do what Zhao Qiang had expected, that is, to timely hug any part of him. At this instant, Zhao Yuxuan's mind went blank, and he seemed to have seen the picture of himself about to be heavily thrown to the ground. All the onlookers around also widened their eyes, their faces full of astonishment, and immediately after, everyone let out a cry of surprise. The voices intertwined above the arena, as if it was a pronouncement of Zhao Yuxuan's impending defeat.
However, at this critical moment, an unexpected scene occurred. Zhao Yuxuan was not thrown down as everyone thought. Only to see his body skillfully use the forward - leading force of Zhao Qiang, and his left hand, as if it had its own consciousness, pushed hard on Zhao Qiang's back. His body was like being endowed with magical elasticity, and it actually flipped in the air like a spring, making an arc - shaped and graceful somersault, and then landed steadily on the ground. This series of movements was as natural and rapid as flowing clouds and running water.
Immediately after, he was like a suddenly awakened cheetah. He quickly turned around and without hesitation extended his right hand. His five fingers were like halberds, carrying an indomitable momentum, and instantly locked the throat of Zhao Qiang, who was still in a state of shock. This change was so fast, like a rabbit suddenly jumping up and a falcon diving rapidly, making it difficult for people to react in time.
At this time, Zhao Qiang's face was flushed red, as if it was burning by fire. He used his hands to forcefully pull Zhao Yuxuan's left hand that was locking his throat, but Zhao Yuxuan's left hand was like a welded iron clamp, firmly stuck on Zhao Qiang's throat without moving at all. Zhao Qiang only felt a sharp pain in his throat, and his breathing became difficult. His mouth involuntarily opened wide, gasping for air, and his eyes were full of panic and confusion.
The referee saw that the situation was not right and hurriedly ran towards the two of them, wanting to separate Zhao Yuxuan and Zhao Qiang. However, Zhao Yuxuan was waiting for this opportunity. How could he let go easily? There was a firmness and persistence in his eyes as he said loudly, "Referee, are there any rules in the 'Black Hawk Warrior' competition that prohibit the use of the throat - locking move?"
The referee was dumbfounded. He stood there, not knowing how to answer for a while. It should be known that in a formal boxing competition, moves like throat - locking are absolutely not allowed. But this was a martial arts competition, and the situation was different. Among the many martial arts schools, many schools have moves like throat - locking. Zhao Qiang's "Over - the - Back Throw" conformed to the rules of the competition. In this case, how could it be said that Zhao Yuxuan's "Throat - Locking Move" was wrong?
While the referee was hesitating, Zhao Qiang did not give up struggling. His right hand continued to pull Zhao Yuxuan's fingers, while his left hand clenched into a fist and, with a determination to burn his bridges, continuously hit Zhao Yuxuan's chest and abdomen with force. Each punch carried his anger and unwillingness, trying to break free from Zhao Yuxuan's control.
Zhao Yuxuan's eyes showed a painful expression. The pain of the punches hitting his body rushed towards him like a tide. However, he still gritted his teeth and persisted. There was a strong belief in his heart, which was to definitely win this competition. Even, he extended his left hand and also grabbed towards Zhao Qiang's throat. His hand strength was much greater than that of ordinary people. With this grab, Zhao Qiang felt as if his throat was about to break. The pain made his face become redder and redder, his mouth open wider and wider, and his eyes almost bulge out due to the struggle.
The referee saw that Zhao Yuxuan seemed to be desperate and was also startled. His heart was full of worry, fearing that something serious might happen. If an accident really occurred, as a referee, he would surely be hard to account for. So he quickly said, "All right, all right. You win this match, you win. Zhao Yuxuan, let go."
However, Zhao Yuxuan still did not let go. There was an unquestionable firmness in his eyes as he just said, "Then announce to everyone that I have won."
The referee had no choice. He knew Zhao Yuxuan's determination, so he loudly announced, "Now I announce that this match is over. The winner is Zhao Yuxuan from Tianwang Fort. He is this year's 'Black Hawk Warrior'."
Hearing the referee's words, Zhao Yuxuan's face immediately showed a victorious smile. He let go of Zhao Qiang and then proudly raised his hands. His expression was like that of a king who had won a battle, full of pride and glory. He had won, finally won.
No one would know how much effort Zhao Yuxuan had put in behind this. Since his last defeat by Zhao Qiang, that defeat was like a seed, deeply buried in his heart, constantly urging him to leave Tianwang Fort, explore a broader world, and learn more boxing techniques. He knew very well that if he wanted to obtain the title of "Black Hawk Warrior", he would ultimately have to face Zhao Qiang, this powerful opponent, so he had to study him in - depth.
Zhao Yuxuan didn't waste any time. Whenever he was free, he would rush to the Internet café. Because Zhao Qiang often participated in national - level boxing competitions, and these competitions had video recordings on the Internet. He was like an indefatigable explorer, looking for the secret of victory in those countless video materials.
After watching them over a hundred times repeatedly, Zhao Yuxuan deeply realized that Zhao Qiang was an extremely powerful opponent. Whether it was his strength or his boxing techniques, he could be regarded as a first - class master. In national - level competitions, he was like a brilliant star, winning victory after victory. Zhao Yuxuan knew that with his current strength, it was absolutely impossible to defeat him in a head - on confrontation within just three years.
So, Zhao Yuxuan had to find another way and try to be clever. He began to carefully look for Zhao Qiang's weaknesses. However, this was not an easy task. He repeatedly checked in those vast amounts of video materials, not missing any details. However, he didn't find any obvious weaknesses of Zhao Qiang. Nevertheless, as the saying goes, "Hard work pays off." He still discovered one thing, that is, Zhao Qiang had a habit. As long as the opponent got close, if he had the opportunity to insert between the opponent's feet, he would not hesitate to use that "Over - the - Back Throw", and few people could successfully defend against this move.
Zhao Yuxuan had personally experienced the power of this move, so he knew that his best choice was to deeply analyze and come up with a method that could restrain this move, and this method must be different from others. He kept thinking in his heart and had already felt that since Zhao Qiang's strength was so powerful that he couldn't resist it, it would be better to skillfully use such strength. Zhao Qiang's aim was to throw him down, so as long as he was not thrown down by him, it could be considered a victory. Also, his own hands, he knew very well that his hands had great strength, which was his advantage and must be combined with other factors to have a chance to achieve a surprising victory. He knew that against Zhao Qiang, he might only have one chance, and this one chance must be firmly grasped like a life - saving straw.
During countless days and nights of deep thinking, once, Zhao Yuxuan was lying on the bed in the hostel watching a gymnastics competition. The beautiful flipping movements made by the gymnasts in the air were like a bolt of lightning, suddenly hitting his train of thought. His thinking suddenly became clear, as if he had been enlightened, and instantly thought of this move. Since then, he began to practice his waist strength hard, doing somersaults over and over again. For this move, he didn't know how much sweat he had shed. Those sweats were like witnesses to his efforts. He also didn't know how many times he had fallen. Each time he fell, he gritted his teeth and got up to continue practicing. There were also countless bruises on his body. Those bruises were like medals of his struggle. But all these efforts had been rewarded today. He had defeated someone who seemed impossible for him to defeat. For the first time, he had created his own miracle. This sense of achievement after having made efforts, this ecstatic mood, was something that others could not understand.