The crowd was not unprepared for Li Chonglou's deliberate under-scoring, but when it actually happened, a feeling of disdain welled up in everyone's hearts.
"Little Six, take him down! I support you!"
Someone shouted loudly, and the man Li Chonglou had named jumped onto the stage with a grim expression.
"It seems you've gotten arrogant after a few successful tricks! Do you really think we're vegetarians?"
Li Chonglou didn't engage in a war of words. Instead, he looked at Uncle Quan.
The latter glanced at him with some curiosity, then announced the start of the match.
"Don't think everyone is an idiot!"
The man sneered and immediately retreated, actively creating distance. This move was the best way to deal with explosive-style fighters.
As long as there was enough reaction time, the weaknesses of explosive fighters would be fully exposed.
However, just as the man stabilized himself, a dark shadow appeared before him.
"Damn it!"
The man's reaction was not slow. Instead of retreating, he advanced with an elbow strike aimed directly at Li Chonglou's head. Li Chonglou dodged sideways and countered with a punch.
"Bang!"
The spectators were stunned, watching as the man was sent flying backward, losing consciousness in mid-air.
Several men caught him and checked his condition, then visibly relaxed.
"He's fine, just fainted."
Someone checked the time and murmured, "It only took three seconds."
What was this guy's background?
For the first time, the gazes of the crowd showed a distinct change!
The defiance in their eyes turned into shock and apprehension!
Wu Long's expression was somewhat complex, but he saw that Li Chonglou had no intention of stepping down and continued to select opponents.
"Him, then."
Another opponent from the third level, who also did not hesitate to refuse, but Li Chonglou also chose to under-score.
Only individuals had the restriction of refusing under-scoring, while those who chose it could do so an infinite number of times!
Some people in the audience began to realize something was wrong.
"Quick, have a big shot from the fourth level finish him off. If this continues, won't he just sweep through everyone below the fourth level?"
After all, the rules did not limit the number of challenges for a fighter who had already entered the ring! As long as they hadn't lost and chose to continue challenging, they could theoretically fight everyone present!
This method was not unheard of, but normally each match would consume considerable energy. Unless one was consistently overwhelming, they couldn't withstand many battles.
There was still a round with the highest bonus points, so no one would have thought of using this method to gain points!
But now, Li Chonglou's victories were too easy!
So easy that the crowd didn't see any expenditure of energy from him! If he managed to sweep through seven or eight rounds like this, would there still be any suspense in the rankings?
For a moment, the gazes from the audience shifted from awe to grimness. With the man's words, they also realized the seriousness of the situation.
However, Li Chonglou paid no attention to this. Seeing that his chosen opponent did not step onto the stage, he turned his gaze to Uncle Quan.
The latter looked at him with some displeasure and said, "If you don't step onto the stage, it's considered voluntary forfeiture. You only have ten seconds!"
He wasn't helping Li Chonglou. At this moment, Li Chonglou was like an outsider. Everyone present was like family. In Uncle Quan's eyes, winning or losing was a common occurrence in warfare, but to fear and not fight was not only cowardly but also disgraced them!
It was a pity that he cared about face, but as a fighter, he cared about his ranking. The man who was pointed out immediately said without thinking, "I surrender."
Uncle Quan's expression became even more displeased. He immediately turned his gaze to those in the fourth level.
The third-level fighters dared not respond to preserve their energy and strength. Would you fourth-level fighters also be afraid!
Anyone with discerning eyes could sense Uncle Quan's emotions. The fourth-level individuals exchanged glances, and finally, before Li Chonglou could select another opponent, they voluntarily stepped forward.
There were two scenarios for entering the ring: either no one challenged and they chose their own opponent, or after entering the ring, others would challenge them. The latter had priority.
This meant that even if Li Chonglou had an intended opponent, as long as someone else voluntarily challenged him, he would have to face them first.
This was also to prevent people from continuously selecting opponents clearly weaker than themselves to farm points after entering the ring.
And when the man voluntarily stepped forward, Li Chonglou also withdrew his gaze.
"He's from the Hong family. The Hong family is most skilled in intercepting, so this time they should be able to counter him!"
Wu Long's brow furrowed slightly, as he was also familiar with the Hong family's secret techniques, which were precisely the most effective against explosive fighters!
The Hong family had a type of Hong Quan that could cause one's internal energy to disperse uncontrollably. While it wasn't enough to directly incapacitate someone, for those already accustomed to their own combat rhythm,
this was as uncomfortable and awkward as having a rope tied to one's feet while walking!
And this was precisely what explosive fighters feared most. They all had their own methods of output. Once interrupted by someone else, it was difficult to make timely adjustments!
"I wish to issue a challenge."
The man from the Hong family was straightforward. He raised his right hand and then slowly walked onto the stage at Uncle Quan's signal.
Unlike others, the man from the Hong family exuded exceptional confidence. This was not due to underestimation or arrogance, but purely to his own strength!
Li Chonglou could distinguish this. Combined with the reactions of the spectators, it was not difficult to see that this person was here specifically targeting him.
"The match begins!"
Uncle Quan wasted no words. With a wave of his hand, he retreated to the side. Li Chonglou hadn't seen him make a move from beginning to end. He didn't know if Uncle Quan was genuinely watching attentively or just playing along.
However, for Li Chonglou, none of this mattered. When his gaze fell upon the man from the Hong family again, he said calmly, "Come, let me see your true strength."
Li Chonglou suddenly hesitated.
"Little Li, why don't we just finish this quickly? My energy seems to be running low too."
Cai Hong suddenly reminded him. Li Chonglou agreed. He also wanted to finish quickly, but the problem was he hadn't decided on the method.
If he continued to use the move he learned from Wutong, it would naturally be the fastest. After all, it had already been tested. Those who hadn't encountered such a situation truly lost their defensive capabilities in that instant.
However, using this move too often would naturally attract others' attention. China had always had spiritual cultivation methods. If others saw through it, they would have ways to defend.
Therefore, Li Chonglou was considering whether to expose this now or save it for the final round.
The nature of the third round of the defending champion match was similar to a challenge, but the duration would definitely be longer, and the points would be recalculated. Saving a trump card might be a good choice.