usatvline Chapter 66 Victory
Chapter 66 Victory
Rusty Shell Bar, second basement level.
As you descend the dimly lit staircase, the deafening music is blocked by the soundproof walls, replaced by frenzied screams.
The space here is enormous, with a standard-sized octagonal iron cage in the center, and several glaring searchlights hanging above it.
The iron cage was surrounded by a series of tiered stands.
Above the stands, several VIP boxes with reflective glass were suspended in mid-air, providing a special viewing angle for distinguished guests.
Inside the iron cage at this moment.
Lu Ye and the burly man codenamed Shatov have now become adversaries.
Both of them took off their jackets, leaving them only in tactical short-sleeved shirts.
"I don't think you're really recruiting them. The competition venue has been prepared for a long time!" Lu Ye continued to provoke Borislav before the competition started.
Borislav sneered, "This venue was indeed prepared for you. The recruitment was sincere, but you just don't know what's good for you."
After speaking, Borislav glanced at the person who rang the bell.
"when!"
A clear bell rang.
This match has no referees and no rules; it only ends when one side falls or concedes defeat.
As soon as the bell rang, Shatov, like a raging bull, instantly closed the distance and threw a powerful jab straight at Lu Ye's face.
Relying on his LV1 basic fighting skills, Lu Ye subconsciously raised his arms and crossed them to block.
"Bang!"
As their fists clashed, Lu Ye felt a tingling sensation in both arms, and the immense force sent him staggering back two steps.
Lu Ye did not engage in a direct confrontation. He immediately adjusted his center of gravity, staggered his feet into a fighting stance, and extended his left arm forward to maintain a safe distance.
Shatov sneered, lunged forward, and swung his right fist with a whooshing sound.
Lu Ye ducked to dodge, and then, in a swift motion, executed a "groin grab and neck chop" move from military boxing, his right hand forming a knife as he slashed straight at Shatov's neck.
Shatov clearly didn't take this recruit seriously; the moment his palm struck him, the recruit grimaced and took a half-step back.
Lu Ye seized the fleeting opening, pushed off with his left foot, and slammed his right knee into Shatov's ribs.
"Hmm!"
Shatov grunted, but his body's instincts made him simultaneously slam his left elbow down, hitting Lu Ye's right shoulder hard.
Lu Ye's shoulders slumped, and he staggered to the side, only to find Shatov clinging to him like a persistent leech.
For the next thirty seconds, the two engaged in a brutal close-quarters exchange.
Lu Ye threw a straight punch, but Shatov neither dodged nor flinched, taking the blow head-on. At the same time, he delivered a powerful hook punch to Lu Ye's liver area.
As Lu Ye bent over to deflect the force, Shatov's knee struck the outside of his thigh.
Lu Ye gritted his teeth and retreated, trying to create distance and reorganize his offensive, but Shatov was faster than him.
With a side kick, Lu Ye's crossed arms were kicked and slammed into his chest, causing him to stumble backward and crash into the cage's netting.
The barbed wire fence vibrated violently.
Before Lu Ye could turn around, Shatov pounced from the side, delivering a vicious elbow strike to his temple.
Lu Ye instinctively looked down, his elbow brushing against Lu Ye's scalp, sending a stinging pain through him.
He grabbed Shatov around the waist and tried to take him down with a leg throw, but Lu Ye's strength was his weakness, and Shatov's lower body was extremely stable. He used his hip to push Lu Ye down instead.
Lu Ye rolled over, trying to get up, but Shatov's low sweeping leg had already arrived.
"Bang!" The blow landed heavily on Lu Ye's left calf.
Lu Ye stumbled, his body suddenly opening up a gap.
Seizing the opportunity, Shatov lunged forward, grabbing Lu Ye's waist tightly with both hands. With a powerful pull, he executed a classic close-quarters takedown, slamming Lu Ye hard onto the rubber floor of the iron cage.
"Boom!" The moment his back hit the ground, Lu Ye felt as if he was about to die.
He struggled to get up, but Shatov was extremely experienced in combat and gave Lu Ye no chance to catch his breath. He locked Lu Ye's lower body with his legs, and his left arm wrapped around Lu Ye's neck, pulling hard backward with a rear naked choke.
A strong feeling of suffocation instantly surged into my brain.
Lu Ye desperately tried to pry open Shatov's arms with his hands, but his basic combat skills at LV1 were simply not enough to break through such a seasoned killing move. Shatov's biceps were as hard as steel bars; Lu Ye's fingers dug into them, but he couldn't even pry them open with the slightest gap.
His vision began to darken, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
Shatov's heavy breathing and excited shouts from the stands could be heard, but those sounds were fading into the distance.
We can't bear to part with it anymore!
[Deduct 1500 points to redeem "Melee Assault Specialization"]
Strength: 11/20 (Maximum increased)
Instantly, a powerful surge of muscle memory and fighting skills coursed through Lu Ye's body like an electric current. Accompanying this was an increase in strength.
The weakness of a naked choke is not in the arms, but in the control point.
His right hand followed Shatov's wrist and touched his thumb.
With a flick of the fingers, grip that finger and suddenly twist it outwards in the opposite direction!
"ah!"
Shatov screamed in agony as the arm that had been locking Lu Ye's neck instinctively loosened due to the excruciating pain.
The moment the thumb is bent in the opposite direction, the entire control chain of the naked choke collapses instantly.
Break free from the restraints!
Lu Ye did not give Shatov any chance to readjust.
Before Shatov could even get up, Lu Ye had already knelt down on him, his right knee slamming into Shatov's face with a whoosh!
"Bang!"
The sound of the nasal bone cracking was clearly audible.
Shatov was struck so violently that his face was covered in blood, and he fell backward, seeing stars before his eyes.
But Lu Ye didn't stop at all.
Shatov's right arm was still instinctively swinging in an attempt to block.
Lu Ye grabbed Shatov's right wrist with his left hand, turned his body to the side, and used the force of the blow to strike Shatov's elbow joint hard with his right elbow.
"Snap!"
The crisp sound of bones dislocating echoed throughout the iron cage.
Shatov's right arm was twisted at an eerie angle, emitting a pig-like scream.
Lu Ye rolled to his feet, pressed one knee against Shatov's chest, and held his left fist an inch above Shatov's throat.
Shatov's face was covered in blood, and his right arm was dislocated.
He looked at the fist hanging over his throat, made a hoarse sound, and finally nodded in surrender.
The entire stands fell silent for a few seconds, then erupted in incredulous gasps.
No one could have imagined that Lu Ye, who was just at a complete disadvantage, would suddenly launch such a brutal counterattack!
Lu Ye stood in the center of the iron cage, panting heavily.
Sweat and blood mingled and dripped down his chin.
He ignored Borislav's ugly expression outside the iron cage.
He shook the blood off his hands, opened the iron cage door, and walked straight towards the exit of the basement.
On the rubber surface, Shatov was still curled up and groaning in pain.
Borislav waved to another member of the Grizzlies squad to carry Shatov, who was groaning in pain on the ground, to the hospital.
Then, he suddenly stepped forward and spoke up to stop Lu Ye.
"Wait a moment!"
Lu Ye stopped and slowly turned around, his eyes fixed on Borislav.
Seeing Lu Ye's murderous gaze and glancing at the group of mercenaries watching the spectacle from the stands, Borislav had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak.
"The competition isn't over yet! That was just the first round. What? Are you scared? I didn't say there would only be one round!"