Catwoman couldn't help but beam with joy as she watched the replay of the fight. Her earlier worries were completely unfounded. What had seemed like a close call was frankly a masterclass in skill and precision.
And she wasn't alone in her epiphany. At that moment, every supporter of Ye Chen realized they had collectively underestimated his prowess. Ye Chen had been utterly composed throughout. His strategically timed elbow strike was nothing short of breathtaking. When it landed on Lao Qian's cheek, it induced a dramatic twist and sent shockwaves through his entire body, causing his muscles to tremble with the force of the impact. It was clear just how powerful that blow was.
This moment served as a stark reminder of the capability and resiliency of professional fighters. For the average person, a hit from Ye Chen would lead to immediate devastation, not just physically but psychologically, leaving them shaken and bloodied.
Meanwhile, back home, two commentators took their excitement to another level, jumping up and embracing each other in celebration of Ye Chen's victory. The fight scene in China had so few passionate followers, yet those who did follow it were lifelong enthusiasts. After years of waiting, they finally witnessed a breakthrough: the first Daxia male athlete pushing into the top five of his weight class. The feeling was indescribable, akin to fans witnessing their national football team advance to the World Cup.
As they reviewed the footage again, Commentator One exclaimed, "We really had no reason to panic! If you analyze it closely, Ye Chen's defense and his flick were sheer perfection. He wasn't just some boxer flailing around with his head down; he kept a watchful eye on Chandler's every move. Without that focus, dodging a punch wouldn't have saved him from that devastating uppercut."
Commentator Two chimed in enthusiastically, "Brother Chen is absolutely phenomenal! I'm officially declaring myself a devoted fan. No matter what happens in his future matches, I'm his number one supporter!"
The live broadcast chat erupted with excitement. The screen flooded with enthusiastic messages like "Brother Chen is unstoppable!" and "I honestly thought he was a goner, but now? I'm convinced Brother Chen is destined for greatness!"
"This was a rollercoaster ride!" one viewer wrote. "The slow-motion of the elbow strike and the blood splattering made for a breathtaking display of raw aesthetics—much more thrilling than any action movie I've seen!"
Another added, "Brother Chen has an uncanny ability—each of his strikes is so grounded and precise."
A fan remarked humorously, "Is that little fat man okay? Did he just get knocked out cold?"
Amid the laughter, another quipped, "Last time I checked, Lao Qian was a fighter, not just a punching bag! He's definitely still conscious, folks!"
Fans reflected on Ye Chen's pre-fight confidence, with one commenting, "Every time Brother Chen makes bold claims, it feels like bragging. Yet, after every match, he proves that his confidence is well-founded, and I admire that honesty."
As the slow-motion highlights rolled on, viewers were clamoring for a more detailed replay. "Come on, can we slow this down? We missed half of what happened!" another called out.
Meanwhile, fans were buzzing with curiosity about Ye Chen's approach, asking, "Why doesn't he wear the national flag every time he fights?"
Across the arena, the atmosphere was electric as Ye Chen's knockout of Chandler flashed onto screens everywhere like a shooting star. His supporters were relentless, cheering him upwards into the stratosphere of acclaim. Short clips showcasing his triumph proliferated online, sparking conversations on platforms like Douyin.
Naturally, with more fans cheering, there were critics lurking. Ye Chen had faced skepticism about the number of his matches, doubts about the quality of his opponents, and now fresh debates about his commitment to his home country. The criticism seemed endless, but Ye Chen's performance was silencing them one punch at a time.
In the commentary booth, excitement was palpable. One commentator gazed at the slow-motion replay, marveling, "Ye Chen is truly a force of nature. Look at how composed he was, even when pinned against the cage—it was as though he had anticipated every move."
Logan, beside him, urged, "Don't miss the last replay."
They switched to the action, and what they saw was mesmerizing. With sophisticated hooks, Ye Chen didn't just fight; he commanded. The replays revealed countless details, each a testament to his skill. He skillfully retracted his leg after a hook and glided forward with precision, striking Chandler with a fatal uppercut that had the audience gasping collectively.
As the replay zoomed in, the atmosphere grew electric once more. They heard the sickening "boom" of the blow—the collision sent a spray of mist and blood into the air, almost cinematic in its chaos. Chandler's head snapped back as if the impact might actually disconnect it from his body.
In that moment, the crowd erupted, their excitement spilling over into cheers that reverberated through the arena. Even those who had come just to see Catwoman were swept up in the excitement, joining in the fray.
Rogen, caught in the frenzy, declared, "This shot deserves to be hailed as the greatest knockout in history! Ye Chen's performance could easily snag the title of best fight of the year. What an epic clash! What a jaw-dropping uppercut!"