042 The Pressure Is On Dana: Ye Chen Strikes Back

What an incredible video!

Backstage altercations are a common sight in the world of combat sports, but what unfolded today was anything but ordinary. Two fierce competitors were known to have their differences, and when they crossed paths on a narrow corridor, all eyes were glued to the tension in the air. It was clear; this was no friendly encounter.

Ye Chen stood his ground, refusing to acknowledge the tension brewing around him. There were two or three men from Chandler's team glaring daggers in his direction, and Ye Chen had no desire to socialize.

"Hey! Why are you letting your fans attack Mike?" a voice barked.

Ye Chen brushed past Chandler without sparing a glance, but he couldn't ignore the interruption. The speaker was a hulking man, bald and muscular, who had the audacity to grab Ye Chen's arm and demand answers.

Ye Chen paused and narrowed his eyes. "I have never let my fans attack anyone; let it go." His voice was calm but carried an undertone of warning. It was evident that this guy was simply looking for trouble.

Chandler's entire team halted their chatter, turning to face Ye Chen. "Still playing innocent? Spying on our tactics won't make you win!" The bald man tugged on Ye Chen's arm, trying to shove him against the wall.

But Ye Chen was quicker. He reacted in a flash, launching a targeted strike to the bald man's abdomen followed by an uppercut. The man howled in pain, releasing Ye Chen and collapsing to the ground, clutching his side and curling into a ball. One blow, perfectly executed, and it was game over.

"I said, I didn't spy on anyone's plans," Ye Chen declared, his confidence unwavering.

Yet, the rest of Chandler's crew surged forward, a swarm of furious fighters ready to back their fallen comrade. "How dare you lay a finger on him?" one shouted. "What do you think you're doing, Wortfalk?"

Ye Chen quickly shifted his position, eyes scanning for an escape. In situations like this, making sure you have room to maneuver is vital. If he allowed himself to be cornered, no matter how skilled he was, he'd be at their mercy.

The chaotic scene escalated before anyone could react properly. Suddenly, staff members rushed in, tackling Ye Chen from behind and creating a human wall between him and Chandler's gang.

Let's not forget — these staff were expertly trained to handle disruptors. With a swift show of professionalism, they managed to quell the rising storm.

Ye Chen found himself held firmly by a hefty staff member, weighing over 200 pounds, making it nearly impossible for him to break free.

"Let it go, everyone," Chandler called out, his voice cutting through the commotion. "I'll handle things in the ring." He glared at Ye Chen, his expression a mix of fury and disdain. "Just wait, Ye Chen. Don't think for a second that a little popularity gives you free rein in our territory. You'll regret it in the ring tonight."

With the fight thwarted, Chandler's crew resorted to heated threats, and one guy even smashed a water bottle in frustration. Fortunately, the vigilant staff stepped in, preventing mayhem from breaking loose.

As the tension simmered down, more spectators gathered to witness the spectacle, including reporters eager to capture every moment.

Once the dust settled, the staff kept a tight grip on Ye Chen, making sure he didn't bolt before the press conference could kick off. Ye Chen was more than ready; he had put immense effort into his appearance, donning a crisp suit and perfecting his hairstyle.

Images of his intense rise in the fighting world buzzed through his mind—like a hurricane weaving through the ring—and one phrase echoed again and again: "Thug in a suit."

When it was finally time to step on stage, the atmosphere was electric. Cheers and boos erupted from the crowd, vibrating through the air like a live wire.

Chandler was the last to walk on stage, and he waved to the audience, urging them to roar in his favor.

"The Fight Night weigh-in conference has officially begun!" Dana announced, positioning himself at the center of the podium, a seasoned presence against the backdrop of anticipation.

Ye Chen sat on Dana's left, while Chandler claimed the seat on the right, establishing a face-off that anyone could sense. With Dana in the center, the unmistakable dynamics of champion versus challenger were on full display.

In just over six months, Ye Chen had ascended to this pivotal role. As he absorbed the moment, he felt a pulse of disbelief and triumph. Could it really be happening? What a journey it had been—a dream slowly materializing before his eyes.

Tonight, he wouldn't just battle for glory; he'd face the champion, putting everything on the line. Who knows? One day, he might occupy the champion's seat, waiting for challengers to come at him.

"The main event tonight features our beloved fighter, Xuan Tie Mike Chandler, going head-to-head with the rising star, Ye Chen—the Daxia Terminator!" The crowd erupted in applause, cheers echoing throughout the venue, setting the stage ablaze with energy.

Every reporter in the room perked up, ready to unleash a barrage of questions. Just twenty minutes prior, the controversy between Ye Chen and Chandler's crew had erupted into a viral sensation online, and everyone wanted to know more.

Though Dana was aware of the drama, he remained unfazed. Such skirmishes were par for the course in this business.

"Alright, folks, we're opening the floor for questions," Dana declared, stepping back and pointing toward a reporter brandishing a notepad and pen like a sword.

But what came next was unexpected. As the reporter rose, Dana surprising everyone with his own question.

"Hello, Dana. A video surfaced of Chandler hinting that he was coerced into this match. Why promote such a fight?" The tension in the room thickened as eyes darted back and forth. "Is it true? Does this mean you're more optimistic about Daxia's Ye Chen than Chandler?"

The question was sharp and loaded with pressure, and everyone knew it. All eyes turned to Dana, the man at the center of the storm. Would the ring be filled with fierce competition, or would it merely be a theatrical display of ego and drama? One thing was certain—the world was watching, and the thrilling saga was just about to unfold.