"Ding. Knockdown detected. Activation conditions met. The Victory in Adversity talent has automatically triggered. In eight minutes, you will enter a state of full exhaustion that will last until the end of the match. Establish dominance and defeat your opponent as quickly as possible—or bear the consequences!"
The moment the notification faded, a wave of scorching heat surged from deep within Jason Luo's bones and organs. His whole body felt like it was burning from the inside out, muscles twitching and pulsing as if electricity coursed through every fiber of his being.
It was unbearable.
An indescribable heat took over his will, but with it came an overwhelming surge of Strength. Jason could feel the power flooding through him—raw, limitless, intoxicating power!
This was the first time he had ever activated Victory in Adversity, and he hadn't expected such an explosive reaction.
Under the referee's count, Jason slowly stood up. His eyes locked on Charlison with an unflinching, emotionless stare that sent a shiver down his opponent's spine. It wasn't anger or hatred—it was the cold, merciless gaze of a devil.
Jason was ready to continue, but the referee took his time restarting the fight. To prevent another slip, he called for the ring staff to quickly wipe down the canvas.
Charlison, however, wasn't pleased. He thought Jason was being given extra time to recover. The referee ignored him completely, thinking, "Did you forget how long I let you rest when your nose was bleeding?"
Besides, the cleanup was fast—two quick passes across the ring, and it was done.
Everyone knew there wasn't much time left in this round.
The instant the referee signaled for the match to resume, Charlison lunged forward, launching a vicious rear heavy punch. He wanted to capitalize on Jason's supposed weakness right after standing up.
But Jason Luo, now with every Attribute boosted by 18%, was no longer the same fighter. For the next eight minutes, he was a monster capable of total domination. If Charlison had been smart enough to turtle up and defend, he might have lasted a bit longer. Choosing to attack, though, was suicide.
As Charlison's punch came flying in, Jason stepped forward half a pace, dipped low, and unleashed a diagonal uppercut with his right hand.
Bang!
The impact halted Charlison's charge instantly. Before he could even register the pain, Jason followed up with a hook that cracked against his cheek, sending him stumbling sideways, dizzy and disoriented.
Two punches—fast, brutal, and perfectly executed—were all it took to leave Charlison completely dazed.
Jason closed in, raining down a furious barrage of punches. Charlison covered his head desperately, unable to fight back. It wasn't cowardice—Jason's power had simply surpassed what his body could endure.
With a late-stage percentage boost, the difference was astronomical. Jason's current state put him on par with the top-tier heavy punchers of the super middleweight class. And that was before counting his all-around Attribute surge. Charlison didn't stand a chance.
Fortunately for him, the bell rang—saving his life and dragging the fight into the fourth round.
The audience, however, was divided.
British fans believed Jason had just overexerted himself in a last-ditch effort that barely failed, and now he'd be too drained to continue—ripe for a comeback by Charlison.
Jason's supporters thought differently. It was only the start of the fourth round—there was no way he was done yet. The next round, they believed, would be the decisive one.
...
In the corner, Raul frowned as he looked at the massive swelling on Jason's left cheek. It was a blood-filled lump so large it was starting to obscure his vision. Ice wouldn't help anymore—it needed to be drained.
Jason gritted his teeth. "Do it."
Coach Brown nodded firmly. "Yeah. At this point, that swelling could cost us the fight. Do it now."
Raul took out his Swiss Army knife and carefully slit the lump open. Thick, dark blood flowed out immediately—it was a gruesome sight.
"Jason, you've got to hold on. If you can endure this, we can end it this round. Think you can hang in there?"
Jason gave a sharp nod. "Don't worry, Coach. I can go the full distance."
"Good. Then finish it. That kid can take a beating—hit him harder."
...
The highly anticipated fourth round began.
At first, Charlison tried a few hopeful exchanges, but Jason's heavy punches quickly crushed his confidence. Under the renewed onslaught, even defending became a struggle.
The crowd was stunned. The man who had traded evenly with Jason for three rounds was now being chased all over the ring, barely able to throw a counter.
Charlison himself was in despair. Jason's punches were heavier, his speed faster, his stamina endless—it was like fighting a completely different person. Defense alone was a losing battle.
Still, his high Toughness gave Jason some difficulty. Charlison's tight guard made it hard to land clean shots.
Fine. If the front won't break—then attack from the side.
Jason darted around in a sudden flanking rush, slipping to the side and hammering Charlison's ribs with a series of hooks and uppercuts. The pain forced Charlison to loosen his guard—and Jason didn't hesitate for a second.
He unleashed a savage barrage of heavy punches. Blows landed from every direction, shattering Charlison's defense completely. He couldn't guard up or dodge—every hit drove him further toward collapse.
Then came an almost comical moment.
Seeing the situation turn hopeless, Charlison's coach grabbed the white towel and threw it into the ring—but the referee had his back turned and didn't notice. The coach shouted frantically, jumping up and down at ringside, but the ref couldn't hear a word.
Charlison staggered backward until he hit the ropes, just barely steadying himself—only for Jason to charge in again and unleash another relentless assault!
With nowhere left to run, Charlison leaned back desperately to dodge a headshot—but Jason, with his slight reach advantage, still landed the blow.
A brutal straight right smashed into Charlison's face—sending him flying out of the ring!
Only then did his coach finally manage to circle the ring to the referee's side... but it was already over.
Rumor has it Charlison later sued the referee, and the case dragged on for three years. But none of that had anything to do with Jason Luo.
Charlison lay sprawled outside the ring, unconscious—off to a blissful "dreamland." The crowd gasped, then erupted into chaos.
Jason's supporters went wild. "Victory! Hell yes, we won! Jason Luo is unstoppable!"
"Damn right! I'm going to every one of his fights from now on! That was insane—someone get me a drink!"
When the referee raised Jason Luo's arm and declared a KO victory, the Youku livestream exploded!
Du Wenjie's voice thundered through the broadcast, filled with excitement.
"Jason Luo—remember this name. He's destined to rise to the top of the boxing world!"
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