190 Exaggerated Appearance and Insight Into Ava’s Tactics

There were countless viewers glued to their screens, watching this highly anticipated match in Daxia. This was thanks to Yangshi, who had directly acquired the broadcast rights to air the game. This allowed everyone in the country to watch for free, resulting in sky-high ratings for the sports channels. Concurrently, the event was also streaming online, with the live broadcast room seeing numbers soar to over 50 million viewers. If they hadn't prepared adequately, the server would have surely crashed under the demand.

[Brother Chen is looking really confident. Does anyone know what his chances of winning are?]

[Honestly, they don't look great. Just check the odds.]

[If he loses, it won't be embarrassing at all. After all, it's a different sport. It's like asking table tennis players to directly take on badminton. Winning would be a long shot.]

[Is there truly no hope? I really want Brother Chen to win, so our country can have both an MMA champion and a boxing champion.]

[What are you saying? Let's not even go there about winning. Even if he does win, it won't secure the boxing championship belt for him. This is merely a cross-sport rivalry, not a belt fight.]

[But what if? Everyone should have dreams, right? Winning against Ava would prove Brother Chen's capability to take on the boxing championship. It would just depend on whether he wants it! ]

[You make a good point. If he can take down Ava, he becomes the uncrowned king.]

[Champions have names, and this one's Tianchen!]

[Are the dreamers in the front row awake yet? This is Ava we're talking about—not just some average fighter! How can we possibly come out on top?]

[As much as I am proud of my country, I must admit there's a significant gap between them. If Ava stepped into MMA, Brother Chen would be outmatched.]

Within the nation, the number of viewers for the event was conservatively estimated to exceed 100 million. It wasn't just Yang TV broadcasting; FTV had also licensed rights to several other satellite channels. Essentially, no matter where you turned on TV today, it was all about Ye Chen. The hype was impossible to ignore.

What was even more outrageous was that in the week leading up to the match, Ye Chen dominated the trending topics, appearing on hot searches daily as if he had made it his home. Remarkably, Ye Chen had spent not a single penny on his own promotion.

In the squared boxing ring, Ye Chen began by greeting boxing enthusiasts from around the world, engaging in some light warm-ups. He tested the tension of the ropes and felt out the texture of the boxing ring beneath his feet. After assessing everything, he thought to himself, "I'm being overly cautious."

Because in reality, everything felt remarkably similar to his training sessions. Nevertheless, it was certainly wise to remain vigilant, especially when facing an opponent of this caliber—a super boxing champion whose name was destined to be etched in boxing history.

"Ye Chen! Ye Chen! Ye Chen!"

The chorus of adoration erupted from the crowd.

The atmosphere soared to an electrifying level. Ye Chen scanned the audience, noting many familiar faces amongst a sea of celebrities. It was clear these weren't familiar friends but rather famous figures from the worlds of film, television, music, and business moguls.

["Next up is none other than the first super boxing champion to unify the super middleweight divisions of the WBA, WBC, WBO, and IBF, the sixth Grand Slam super boxing champion in history. Give it up for Canelo!"]

With a snap, the lights dimmed across the venue. Suddenly, a beam of light pierced through the darkness. When the beam illuminated the stage, the excitement erupted once more, overwhelming the energy level beyond Ye Chen's earlier entrance.

Caught off guard, Ye Chen couldn't help but stare in surprise. "Wow, is this really happening?" he thought. It was a sight he never anticipated, much more grandiose than his own entrance moments earlier.

Ava had made his entrance unlike any other. Lights had dimmed as Ye Chen was introduced, but Ava had already taken the stage and was seated on an extravagant throne many feet high, donning a striking red boxing cloak, surveying the crowd with an air of extravagance.

In the boxing ring, he indeed commanded his title as king. Few in history have reached the heights he had attained. Rising from his throne, Ava stretched his arms wide, and the audience erupted again into thunderous cheers, shaking the very atmosphere.

"Humph, it's really no big deal," Ye Chen's future father-in-law muttered, unable to contain a smile.

Ye Chen responded with a knowing smile, choosing to remain silent. After all, there's something to be said for theatricality in the sport, and many boxing fans seemed to embrace it wholeheartedly. After all, how else could figures like Connor and Mayweather have achieved such monumental fame?

As the "interaction" on stage continued, Ava slowly descended into the ring, with cheers following every step as if they were on an endless loop. Ye Chen's future father-in-law remarked, "I must admit, Ava is impressive. You need to tread carefully. Take your time, don't rush."

Ye Chen nodded in agreement.

"Honestly, you seem more nervous than I am. Relax, I'll handle it!"

The future father-in-law's concern was understandable; he now regarded Ye Chen as family. Though he had been a fan of Ava in the past, it was hard to remain loyal once Ye Chen entered the picture.

He offered Ye Chen a bottle of water, but Ye Chen declined and suggested again, "You know, you don't need to be overly anxious. I can arrange for you to sit closer to the action."

"Absolutely not!" the future father-in-law insisted, shaking his head vigorously as if possessed.

With a playful grin, Ye Chen pointed towards a few camera seats not too far away. "My old friends must be tuning in live right now. They must be quite shocked to see me here."

With a proud smirk, he made gestures for the cameras, drawing a playful eye-roll from his future father-in-law.

"Some things never change, do they?" Ye Chen mused. A man may grow older, but he remains a boy at heart when immersed in his passions. Excitement bubbles to the surface, no matter how serious the circumstances.

At that moment, Ava stepped onto the stage. The referee stepped forward to introduce the combatants once more.

"He hails from Daxia... He is Ye Chen…"

After introducing Ye Chen, the host turned back to Ava.

"Representing Moses Song, he is an undeniable prodigy, a four-time champion with an astounding record of fifty-seven wins, two losses, and two draws. Blessed with devastating punches and unorthodox yet potent boxing techniques, he is the boxing genius, the Moses Singing Warrior, a unified weight champion..."

At this point, the energy resonating from the audience matched that of Ye Chen's earlier reception. The referee then signaled the fighters to get into position.

"The rules are clear: no kicking, no hitting behind the head, no wrestling, and no punching after a knockdown… fouling will not be tolerated and will result in penalties determined by the rules. Is that understood?"

It was clear the referee's words were primarily directed towards Ye Chen, who wanted to roll his eyes. The implication was obvious—Ava required no such explanations.

As the two fighters bumped fists and retreated to their corners, an overwhelming silence enveloped the arena. The energy shifted, making it feel as though nearly everyone vanished in an instant. What was certain, however, was that nearly all 5.1 million fans were die-hard enthusiasts.

If not, it was unimaginable that they'd spend exorbitant money on tickets to witness the match live.

"Start!"

With that command, both Ye Chen and Ava sprang into action. It became clear that Ava had instinctively aimed to seize the center of the ring, bounding forth with an energy reflective of his eagerness to claim an advantageous position.

With a mindset akin to that of an octagon cage match, securing prime real estate in the boxing ring was crucial for effective attack and defense. Compressing the opponent's operational space would inevitably limit their options, providing an immense advantage in a battle of skilled athletes.

As the match began, Ava danced on his feet, executing a swift slide, jumping laterally before delivering a direct punch to Ye Chen's face. Ye Chen adjusted quickly, dodging with a precise slap and immediately circling towards Ava's leading hand, following up with a rapid jab aimed to stifle any advance from his opponent.

Ye Chen recognized Ava's tactics almost instantly—his opponent appeared eager to go for a decisive victory. It was precisely as he had predicted in the lead-up to this exhilarating confrontation.