Cultivating through increasing my stats in America-Chapter 115 - 114 The Final

With the countdown ticking to the final ten seconds, the black behemoth finally brought his arm behind his back and then fiercely fanned it forward.

"Smack!"

A loud noise, along with a spray of magnesium powder, landed on Li Ang’s face.

The slap was solidly delivered. Li Ang showed absolutely no intention of dodging.

According to the rules, any evasive movement of the body during a strike would result in a penalty.

In truth, at that moment, his body instinctively wanted to dodge, but Li Ang had now overcome such involuntary bodily reflexes completely, due to the 20% increase in body control ability granted by reaching Grandmaster Level in [Tongbei Fist].

It must be said, his opponent’s palm was indeed very large.

A huge white palm print appeared on Li Ang’s face, almost covering half his face.

At this moment, under the scrutiny of the public eye, the camera even zoomed in for a close-up of Li Ang’s face.

If one observed carefully, it could be seen that, despite the apparent power of the slap, there was no swelling beneath the white palm print on Li Ang’s face.

The slap had caused less damage than he had expected, and there was hardly any pain on his face, just a slight dizziness due to the intense impact.

However, within a single breath, due to his formidable constitution and spirit, he had already adjusted.

Li Ang revealed a friendly smile, "Now it’s my turn, right?"

As the round began, Li Ang hardly played any tactics and struck directly.

"Smack!"

In that palm strike, Li Ang used about fifty-five percent of his strength, the extra five percent being for defense and counterattack.

"Boom!"

The opposing fighter initially wanted to hold on, but couldn’t last more than three seconds before blacking out and collapsing.

An explosive cheer erupted from the crowd instantly. This was the first time Li Ang had taken someone else’s slap and his fourth knockout with a single palm strike.

The remaining two fighters in their group who had never crossed hands with Li Ang now directed their full attention towards him.

If at first, one might assume from Li Ang’s build that there was a possibility of high offense but low defense, then that last slap had shattered such illusions.

In Catina’s live stream room, [Hua Yingxiong], the top brother on the leaderboard, once again slammed down gifts worth over two hundred US dollars for him.

Hua Tianming, watching Li Ang’s performance in the live broadcast, also clearly understood that Li Ang must have also mastered the art of enduring hits.

Taking that slap just now as an example, he reflected on his younger days and concluded that he would definitely have been injured, even knocked out straight away.

There was no way around it. No matter how divinely one mastered Tongbei Quan, it was of little use in enhancing defensive capabilities, and the ability to take hits still had to be trained separately.

After all, what they practiced was not how to take punches, but how to knock down the opponent without getting hit.

The reason he had sent several rounds of gifts was also to somewhat compensate psychologically for his previous misjudgment.

Although Li Ang won quite impressively, the main focus of the entire venue was still on the super heavyweight category matches.

In this category, almost none of the fighters stood under 190 cm tall, and their weights were terrifying, with 300 pounds merely being the standard.

Both sides were delivering blows, pushing their primal strength to the limit.

Moreover, knockouts were rare in this group. Either the fights lasted all three rounds, leaving it to the referees to make a judgment based on performance, or one fighter would acknowledge the disparity in strength and surrender.

Soon, Li Ang finally got to face his last opponent, who, like him, had also been winning straight up to this point.

The contestant wore a plaid shirt and a pair of denim overalls, bearing distinct Redneck characteristics.

This term generally refers to the impoverished farmers of the American South with a low level of education.

They often get their necks sunburned to a bright red from long hours working under the blazing sun, hence the name.

His opponent, on the other hand, was a black man, perhaps a rarity in the slap contest due to its Russian origins.

As the champion of the last heavyweight competition, the Redneck’s strike was not particularly effective and looked more like a probing attempt.

The black man shook his head, swinging with all his might, delivering a heavy blow, yet the Redneck kept a faint smile on his face, seemingly unaffected by the slap.

In the next two slaps, the Redneck’s strength grew, and after the third slap, the black man barely had the energy to strike back.

It could be said it was a very standard and secure victory.

In the next match, which was the penultimate one, luck finally returned to Li Ang’s side.

Li Ang struck first, a simple slap with fifty-five percent of his strength.

"Slap!"

"Thud!"

His opponent fell to the ground unconscious.

Having already experienced this once, Li Ang didn’t need to hold back anymore and let someone hit him again.

At that moment, he could feel the scorching gaze of someone watching him attentively.

Li Ang looked up and, sure enough, it was the Redneck from before, his final opponent.

After a brief rest, the final round officially began.

"Young man, you seem to be about the same age as my son. I hope you don’t lose too badly later."

"In my opinion, it’s better for the elderly to retire peacefully and spend time with the kids."

Li Ang was not inclined to talk, but since the other man had spoken first, it seemed rude not to reply.

This time Li Ang had to respond, but as he had just observed, the player’s first strike was even lighter than the one he had received before.

The Redneck contestant, whose first strike was light, naturally had his methods of probing.

The initial attack was mainly to get a clear understanding of the opponent’s facial structure and to find the most suitable spot for a strike where it would be most effective.

All of these insights came from his experience; he had always been a hardworking farmer, believing that one must engage in something to have a say in it.

However, this probing move made him frown, as the slap he had just delivered hadn’t revealed any vulnerable spot on Li Ang’s face.

In contrast, Li Ang’s face was like a non-Newtonian fluid, soft upon initial contact, but quickly becoming hard and elastic as soon as force was applied.

Li Ang wiped the dust off his face and struck with sixty percent of his strength.

The slap resounded with a thunderous noise, instantly drawing the attention of most people in the arena.

"Just hearing the sound makes you feel the terrifying force."

"Is this really not a super heavyweight category match?"

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What surprised him too was that the Redneck, though staggering, recovered from the dizziness after seven or eight seconds.