209 Heavy Artillery Exploded, Three Consecutive Hooks Penetrated Everything

Ava staggered back, reeling as if he had taken a punch from a heavyweight champion. He had been warned repeatedly by his team before stepping into the ring: avoid Ye Chen's range and keep moving. But at that moment, his stamina had dwindled significantly. By the time he attempted to sidestep and escape, he found himself caught in the line of fire.

In a desperate move, Ava hunched over, shielding his head with trembling hands, and retaliated with a sudden jab to Ye Chen's chest. At that moment, Ye Chen had lowered his guard, underestimating Ava's resolve. However, that mistake proved to be a miscalculation.

With a thundering sound, Ye Chen landed a calculated hook that connected with Ava's elbow. In one seamless motion, he forcefully pried Ava's arms apart, opening him up for further attacks. Ava, realizing he was vulnerable, instinctively raised the arm he had used to strike back, attempting to protect himself. Though he intended to safeguard his chin, the punch still managed to slip past his defenses, grazing Ava's forehead and delivering a jarring blow. The impact, while indirect, sent shockwaves through Ava's fragile state, leaving him dazed and teetering.

His momentum faltered, and he swayed like a tree in the wind. In stark contrast, a fully fit Ava would have absorbed such a blow and pushed through. Ye Chen observed the rapid decline in his opponent's condition, a nagging sense of apprehension settling in. He felt the ache in his right rib, a reminder of his own physical exertion, but he knew he had to push forward.

With renewed determination, Ye Chen unleashed a powerful jumping straight punch, landing another heavy blow as Ava struggled to regain his footing. With each strike, Ye Chen relentlessly pushed his opponent toward the ropes, as if he were a predator closing in on its prey.

The urgency of the situation roused every ounce of energy within Ye Chen. At this stage, he had one single focus: maintain his onslaught, throwing everything he had behind each punch, even if it drained every last reserve he had.

The sound of fists crashing against flesh reverberated through the arena—a chaotic symphony of violence. Each of Ye Chen's punches fell like a torrential downpour, mercilessly pounding down on Ava's head, torso, and arms. The sheer ferocity of the assault silenced any hope of escape for Ava, who was now consumed by the barrage. With no chance to counter, Ava found himself caught in a relentless storm, his only choice being to defend frantically.

It's worth noting that the national sentiment backed Ye Chen wholeheartedly, his explosive performance drawing cheers from fans and frenetic excitement from commentators alike. The atmosphere shifted palpably, everyone aware that the tide had turned dramatically in favor of Ye Chen.

"Come on, Ava! Fight back!" bellowed Ava's head coach, fear evident in his voice. He understood that if this continued, Ava would be forced onto the defensive, simply trying to outlast the intensity of Ye Chen's punches. However, was that even feasible? The coach doubted it firmly, recognizing how thoroughly Ye Chen had breached Ava's defenses. He urged Ava to seize the moment amidst the chaos and land a critical counterattack—anything to regain the momentum.

Unfortunately, Ava found himself trapped in a vortex of despair. Exhausted and battered, any attempt he made to push Ye Chen away ended in utter failure. Each heavy blow appeared to sap his energy further, limiting the possibility of a comeback. With Ye Chen's assault maintaining a torrid pace, any effort to retaliate would mean enduring more strikes than he could bear.

Social media lit up in response to the unfolding drama, with fans from across the country expressing their awe.

"Go, Brother Chen, go! You're unstoppable!" a commentator exclaimed, excitement bursting through his words. Another joined in: "This is incredible! Who would have thought Ye Chen could stand toe-to-toe with Ava like this? It's a moment of sheer brilliance!"

As the audience became increasingly invested, shouts of encouragement erupted throughout the arena. They clearly believed in Ye Chen's ability to deliver a knockout and claimed that the momentum was firmly in his favor.

Yet amidst this chaos, Ava remained standing, although it was evident that he was nearing his breaking point. Time seemed to stretch on as the moments ticked away, filled with the sounds of Ye Chen's relentless assault.

The referee, sensing that a crucial decision might be imminent, leaned in closer, ready to assess Ava's condition if the need arose.

In a final push, Ye Chen unleashed a flurry of punches so potent they reverberated through the entire venue. A backhand hook landed solidly, swiftly followed by a sharp uppercut that struck Ava's right side. Without allowing a moment's pause, Ye Chen delivered another uppercut that slammed into Ava's head, causing him to recoil with an anguished expression.

As the crowd erupted in cheers, Ava was stripped of his last defenses, his strength waning, the odds ever more decidedly against him. Ye Chen was a relentless force, each punch an affirmation of his determination and skill, while Ava had become a mere shadow of the fighter he once was.