Chapter 530: Long-Distance Charging Throw

Chapter 530: Blitz Throw

"Advertising? What kind of advertising? Is this Chinese man insane?"

"My God, what is this Chinese man up to now?"

"Where are the people? Are you all idiots? Why did you let him bring a microphone?"

"Quick! Cut off his microphone!"

"What? The microphone is already cut? How is that possible!"

"Just shut down all the audio equipment, now!"

"Well... if we shut everything down, wouldn't that look bad?"

"What's bad about it? Hurry up!"

"It's off, but... somehow it's on again!"

"God, how stupid can you people be!"

The UFC executives, who were closely watching the event, were about to lose their minds. Who the hell had ever encountered a fighter bringing his own microphone to a match? And on top of that, there was apparently a traitor inside helping him. Wasn't this our UFC's main stage? How had the venue spiraled out of control? No, strictly speaking, how had the venue been hijacked by the opponent?

Meng Fan used his high-tech microphone to connect to the on-site equipment and took control. As long as the power wasn't cut, no one could silence him. As for someone trying to snatch it away—impossible. He could calmly and steadily run his advertisement.

"Many of you watching my fight today probably know me, right? Besides being an athlete, I'm also a manga artist—a really good one. My comics *Mountain and Sea Strange People* and *Nine Heavens* should have English translations by now, right? Has anyone here read them?"

Meng Fan ignored the monster across from him, who was stunned and then furious, and paid no attention to the referee trying to stop him. He just chatted away with the microphone. Come on, if the UFC was going to screw him over, why should he be polite? This match was being broadcast or streamed worldwide, with global attention. Such a perfect platform—he had to squeeze every last bit of value out of it.

"I see quite a few hands raised, but there are still many who haven't read them. I suggest you give them a look. Oh, right, I've also founded a film studio, mainly focused on animation. We're already collaborating with Pixar, and four animated films are in production. They'll definitely be released in North America, so please keep an eye out."

"And also..."

Meng Fan spent a full two minutes running his ads, covering everything he needed to promote. The referee and the monster on the stage were completely helpless against him. As for the audience members who were jeering or even telling him to get off, he ignored them.

He raised the microphone high and hurled it forcefully into the audience—he had no choice. He couldn't exactly pocket the high-tech mic in front of everyone, could he? That would make people wonder where he'd hidden it, especially since he was wearing simple fight gear, and the only places to stash it would lead to dirty thoughts. He signaled to the referee that the match could begin.

The referee was utterly exasperated but still restated the rules, emphasizing that this fight would follow UFC regulations. Only then did he announce the start of the match.

The monster was already bursting with pent-up frustration.

He had wanted to fight Meng Fan for a long time, but honestly, he hadn't planned on forcing Meng Fan into it like this. Still, some things were beyond his control, and in the end, this was the outcome he wanted.

When they first met at the judo arena, they had shaken hands. He had felt Meng Fan's terrifying strength then. He was a bit scared—at least deeply wary—and didn't think he could win for sure. But he still had confidence he could prevail. After all, in the UFC arena, strength wasn't everything. There had been too many cases of the weak defeating the strong. Ultimately, it came down to technique and tactics, and he had full faith in his own skills, tactics, and trump cards.

An Olympic judo champion was just an "amateur." The UFC was the true professional fighting arena, the most comprehensive and versatile battleground. This was a bloody battlefield, not a playground like the Olympics, which resembled a schoolyard shoving match. He could easily take down three ordinary Olympic judo champions. Against someone like Meng Fan, he figured he had a fifty-fifty chance. Add in his UFC experience, and his winning odds shot up to over eighty percent!

The monster quickly built up his psychological advantage. He was far from the brute his appearance suggested. On the contrary, his mind was very sharp, especially in the ring. He could be called a fighter with high emotional intelligence in combat. If not, how could he have reached the top spot in the UFC without absolute strength or technical superiority?

He had already watched many of Meng Fan's match videos and thoroughly analyzed his strengths and weaknesses. In the end, Meng Fan's biggest disadvantage was being confined to the judo arena—his match in South Korea didn't count as real UFC, and he had never taken South Korean fighting seriously. In judo and its extensions or similar techniques, the monster knew he was at a disadvantage. But the UFC wasn't just about judo and jiu-jitsu; it also included non-judo techniques like kickboxing and boxing. In that area, Meng Fan was absolutely at a disadvantage.

Fists!

The monster decisively focused his upcoming tactics on punches and kicks. He would use boxing and kickboxing to break Meng Fan down.

Use his strengths to attack the opponent's weaknesses!

Meng Fan might be strong in grappling and submissions, but could he take a hit? Or rather, how many of his punches and kicks could he endure?

Decision made, time to execute!

Stay at range, keep moving.

Jab, cross, in and out.

Bang.

Meng Fan raised his arm to block. It looked like he hadn't let the monster gain an advantage, but in reality, it hurt!

Even with his muscle density reducing much of the impact, it still hurt. He simply hadn't been baptized by boxing, and his pain receptors were still sensitive to it.

After that punch, Meng Fan basically understood the monster's plan.

A hit-and-run fight? Kiting him?

It seemed the monster hadn't fully analyzed him. He might not know boxing or kickboxing, but his hand speed was fast.

Bang.

Another punch came like a cannon blast.

This time, Meng Fan didn't bother feeling the monster's fist. He twisted his hand and grabbed the wrist attached to that punch. The monster tried to pull back but couldn't, so he quickly changed tactics, using the force to close the distance and driving his knee straight into Meng Fan's torso. The knee was one of the hardest bones in the body. With Meng Fan's momentum and the explosive knee strike, he was sure Meng Fan couldn't withstand it.

But Meng Fan wasn't about to let him have that opening. As the monster closed in, he reversed the force, sidestepped, yanked the wrist forward, and slammed him to the ground. The monster's massive body flew through the air and landed face-first like a dog eating dirt. Bang! The floor shook, a testament to his absurd size.

Still, the monster's durability was impressive. He didn't wait for Meng Fan to press the advantage. He rolled out of Meng Fan's attack range and circled along the edge of the ring, looking for another opening.

"Pretty slippery,"

Meng Fan chuckled. Without waiting for the monster to attack again, he strode forward openly, no footwork, no guard—just like a street brawl, charging straight in.

And he was fast!

The monster was considered agile among super-heavyweight fighters, but Meng Fan was even more agile. His reaction speed was beyond the monster's, not to mention his hand speed.

He lunged and grabbed—whatever he caught, he just yanked. The force and momentum were such that even a weeping willow could be uprooted and swung like a club.

And indeed, the monster was grabbed and swung. He struggled and tried to use techniques to break free, but nothing worked. After a few spins, his vestibular system was overwhelmed, and when Meng Fan kept spinning faster and faster, the monster gave up struggling entirely.

The monster weighed more than Meng Fan!

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded. What kind of strength was that?

On the stage, after spinning the monster dizzy, Meng Fan hoisted him onto his shoulder, then sprinted full speed toward the edge of the ring. At the last moment, he hurled the monster off.

Maybe it was because he had "played" with the skills of Goro Daimon too much, but this time he pulled off Clark's signature Blitz Throw. The effect was decent. The monster landed on the back of his neck and couldn't get up.

Of course, Meng Fan had controlled his strength. Based on the monster's durability, this was enough to keep him down for a while, but not permanently.

He glanced at the time. It had been a while—about thirteen "OKs"—mostly because spinning the guy took a lot of time.

(End of chapter)