Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 279 - Chapter 279: 221. The New King's Coronation (A 10 000-Character Mega Chapter Added for the Golden League)_2


Chapter 279: 221. The New King’s Coronation (A 10,000-Character Mega Chapter Added for the Golden League)_2

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, “Physical condition is an objective reality. Checking it is being responsible for oneself; there’s no need to refuse. Moreover, it has nothing to do with whether you’re confident or not.”

The doctor attached the heartbeat monitor to his chest, paused in surprise at the numbers, and then nodded to Jiang Xiaotang, “No problem, very healthy.”

“I saw you hesitate there, wasn’t it because you found a problem?” Jiang Xiaotang frowned. “If I find out you’re fooling me…”

“No, no,” the doctor hurriedly said, “The reason I paused was because this fighter’s heartbeat is too normal.”

Jiang Xiaotang immediately understood what the doctor meant.

Fighters, facing a fight, could never be sure if they would come out of the Octagon cage alive. After all, they are facing fighters of the same caliber, and a single mishap could be fatal.

Therefore, due to nerves or excitement, fighters would have significant fluctuations in their heart rate before a fight, with it not being uncommon to exceed 100 beats per minute.

But Qing Chen’s heart rate was too normal, which in itself was abnormal.

No nervousness, no fear, and not even excitement.

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It was the doctor’s first time encountering such a phenomenon, hence his pause.

Jiang Xiaotang glanced at him, “Know what to say and what not to say, got it? Keep this a secret. Go sign a confidentiality agreement with Ji Hao, then collect your confidentiality subsidy from finance.”

“Understood, understood, thank you, boss. May you be loved by all, and may flowers bloom at your sight,” the doctor nodded.

“Get lost,” Jiang Xiaotang rolled her eyes. “Dare to leak it out, and I’ll throw you into the Jianshan River to feed the fish.”

The reason why Qing Chen’s heart rate had to be kept secret was partly because this news could directly affect the boxing gym’s odds, and partly because she did not want others to know about her younger brother’s psychological strength.

If someone really calculated against Qing Chen, this psychological strength could be a key trump card.

At that moment, the announcer’s voice came from outside, “Ladies and gentlemen, now please welcome the fighter Qing Xiaotu to the stage! He is the King of the last round qualification match, the young boxing king who made Huang Zixian cry. Tonight, what kind of performance will he show…”

Qing Chen walked outside, then looked back at Jiang Xiaotang as if he suddenly remembered something, “Sis, how many matches can I fight tonight?”

This time it was Jiang Xiaotang who was taken aback, “I’ve only scheduled one match for you… how many do you want to fight?”

“Never mind, just asking,” Qing Chen said.

Jiang Xiaotang spoke seriously, “Do you know how dangerous it is to fight multiple matches back-to-back? That’s why so many fall during the classification matches. Confidence is a good thing, but blind confidence is not.”

“Yeah, I know,” Qing Chen nodded, inexplicably sensing the genuine concern from Jiang Xiaotang. He smiled and said, “Thanks, Sis.”

Having said that, Qing Chen left the changing room.

The moment he appeared in the arena, the entire venue erupted in cheers.

But as everyone was waiting for him to make some tough talk, they found that Qing Chen did not linger. Instead, he walked straight into the Octagon cage without any delay.

The spectators in the stands were all stunned. This was different from the usual pre-fight routine.

You see, even the most timid fighter wouldn’t show weakness during the tough talk.

However, Qing Chen paid no attention to any of that.

Xiao Taibao watched him coldly, not saying a word.

The referee said, “Do both of you understand that there will be no restrictions on this match, and you take responsibility for your own life and death?”

Xiao Taibao: “Understood.”

Qing Chen: “Understood.”

The referee: “Begin.”

As he said that, he stepped out of the Octagon cage preparing to lock the iron door, which is customary for the cage.

But before the referee had a chance to step out, the two fighters had not even shaken hands and already adopted attacking poses.

Xiao Taibao extended his right hand, trying to gauge Qing Chen’s attacking range. The moment he reached out his hand…

Qing Chen’s left hand shot out like lightning, moving later than his opponent but arriving first.

He grabbed the opponent’s forearm joint, casually twisted it, and forced Xiao Taibao to kneel on the ground.

In the opening second, what was supposed to be a bloody and fervent boxing match had entered the phase of Jujitsu grappling, which no one had expected.

Xiao Taibao rolled over, trying to leap up and break free from Qing Chen’s grip with a clever twist and spin, intending to trap Qing Chen’s neck with his legs.

Qing Chen knew Jujitsu, and so did he!

But just as Xiao Taibao’s kneeling legs began to exert power, he was shocked to find that the grip on him had already opened in advance.

It was as if the young man had known what he was going to do and then calmly waited for the prey to fall into the trap.

Before Xiao Taibao could react, his legs were once again embraced and thrust backward.

To the onlookers, it seemed that Xiao Taibao was not counterattacking but rather deliberately offering his legs into Qing Chen’s embrace, after which Qing Chen swung him into a half arc from midair.

With a thud, Xiao Taibao lay scattered as if his body had been disassembled. He tried to struggle to his feet, but somehow, Qing Chen had already mounted his back, crossing his arms around Xiao Taibao’s neck and locking it tightly!

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Xiao Taibao desperately slapped the floor to concede, aware that with both carotid arteries clamped, even a Transcendent would soon die.

However, Qing Chen ignored his opponent’s surrender, simply waiting with a calm gaze until the man lost consciousness from cerebral hypoxia, before finally releasing his arms.

This was the rule in the Octagon cage: never trust your opponent.

Here and now, the referee hadn’t even managed to lock the cage when the fight had already ended.

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