Chapter 76: Total Domination
Chapter 76: Total Domination
“Who’s that guy? Don’t recognize him.”
“Haha, is Brother Tiger about to toy with a newbie?”
“Stop talking nonsense, since when does Brother Tiger do that?”
“The new guy seems kinda solid.”
“Your eyes must be playing tricks.”
“Betting’s open! How many rounds for Brother Tiger to KO him?”
“Two, max.”
“One round, tops. Can’t take more than that.”
The crowd around the ring buzzed with chatter. On the platform, Gao Jing and Fan Hu finished warming up.
This was just a friendly test of skill, not an official match with strict rules.
Both wore boxing gloves, headgear, and vests.
The rules followed MMA.
The burly man who had competed against Fan Hu earlier acted as referee.
He explained the rules to Gao Jing specifically: attacks only allowed with fists, elbows, legs, or feet. No hitting below the belt, the back of the head, or other vulnerable areas.
Gao Jing nodded, feeling a small thrill of excitement.
Fighting in a ring like this was completely new to him.
Before, he’d only scrapped in alleys.
Everything felt new and exciting.
The referee waved his hand. “Begin!”
Fan Hu shook his head slightly, raised his fists, and spoke to Gao Jing politely. “Please go easy on me.”
Without warning, he lunged forward, snapping a fast jab directly at Gao Jing’s face.
Fan Hu’s footwork was nimble, his punch swift and solid.
But he held back on most of the power.
Partly to test his opponent, partly because he didn’t want to knock Gao Jing out cold immediately.
Fan Hu had tons of ring experience. He’d faced many challengers over the years.
Some talked a big game and acted tough, but crumbled the moment they stepped onto the mats.
Since he’d invited Gao Jing onto the stage, he intended to be merciful. That was basic martial respect.
What Fan Hu didn’t know was, he was facing a monster!
Slow. Way too slow!
In Gao Jing’s eyes, Fan Hu’s punch crawled. It seemed soft and flimsy.
Dodging it would be incredibly easy.
But Gao Jing didn’t dodge.
He took a half-step back and threw his own jab to meet Fan Hu’s fist mid-air.
THUD!
Their knuckles collided, a heavy thump echoing.
Fan Hu shuddered, stumbling back a full step.
Shock washed over his face.
Direct fist collisions were rare in sparring, usually saved for movie close-ups.
But Fan Hu’s gut screamed: This was no coincidence.
Gao Jing had deliberately made this happen!
That was … hard to believe.
More importantly, the raw force behind Gao Jing’s punch told him loud and clear: He’d badly underestimated his opponent!
This guy’s a master!!
Instead of shame or fear, excitement exploded in Fan Hu.
“Again!” he roared, no longer holding back anything. Within seconds, he unleashed a furious barrage of attacks at Gao Jing!
Jabs, hooks, uppercuts, front kicks, side kicks, round kicks…
Facing this whirlwind of strikes, a normal person wouldn’t even have time to blink before hitting the floor.
Even experienced fighters wouldn’t dare meet such ferocious head-on!
Yet while Fan Hu’s assault was fierce and sharp, to Gao Jing, it carried zero real threat.
He even felt…disappointed.
Is this all he’s got?
Gao Jing easily slipped past Fan Hu’s attacks… then struck.
Like lightning, his fist found the soft spot right between his opponent’s chest and stomach.
The timing and angle were perfect, exactly nailing the weak spot Fan Hu exposed mid-offensive.
THWACK!
Gao Jing’s fist hit true and recoiled instantly as he slid past Fan Hu.
Fan Hu froze.
As if struck by lightning, he locked rigid on the spot.
His expression twisted weirdly—part grin, part grimace, like someone hopelessly constipated for weeks.
Then his left knee buckled, hitting the mat. His right fist stabbed downwards for support, his left pressing hard against his stomach.
His head slumped down!
“Brother Tiger!” The terrified referee sprang forward to support Fan Hu. “Are you okay?”
Gao Jing was startled too. He rushed to check on his opponent.
He’d used barely 30% of his strength with that punch!
Had he seriously hurt him?
“I’m… I’m okay.” Fan Hu gasped, his breath returning slowly. He waved a weak, bitter hand.
He pushed himself up, facing Gao Jing. “You… are way too strong,” he admitted shakily. “I can’t match you. I admit defeat.”
Fan Hu knew with crystal clarity: They weren’t even in the same league.
He was completely outmatched.
Deep down, he was actually a very proud person.
But this time, he was genuinely convinced!
Huh?
The onlookers around the ring were stunned.
It was over?
Not even half a round? The undefeated Brother Tiger had knelt?
He gave up!
It felt like a dream to everyone.
In their eyes, Gao Jing became unfathomable.
As for those who had just thought Gao Jing was a rookie and wouldn’t last a round…
They now wished the ground would swallow them up.
That was quick! Reality slapped them hard!
Seeing that Fan Hu was indeed alright, Gao Jing finally relaxed.
In the future, he couldn’t casually spar with others anymore.
If he didn’t control his strength well and ended up seriously injuring or even killing someone, that would be a huge hassle.
“You should join the UFC…”
Fan Hu said sincerely, “Winning a championship belt wouldn’t be a problem for you!”
Recalling the match, Fan Hu knew Gao Jing hadn’t been serious at all.
If Gao Jing had been serious…
Fan Hu couldn’t imagine who could withstand his thunderous attack!
The UFC?
Gao Jing dismissed it.
If he really wanted to win a championship, he should run the 100-meter dash and break the world record.
Breaking 9 seconds—wouldn’t that be something?
The prestige of that gold medal far outweighed a UFC belt!
“You’re thinking too much.”
Gao Jing chuckled. “I just got lucky. Let’s get off the ring.”
Fan Hu opened his mouth but stopped himself.
He still followed Gao Jing down from the ring.
The two returned to the tattoo studio.
Fan Hu’s sister, the tattoo artist Wei Zi, was processing an image at her computer.
Seeing them return, the short-haired girl teased, “Brother Tiger, I heard you got beaten so badly you cried?”
“I didn’t cry!”
Fan Hu’s face flushed crimson, veins bulging on his forehead. “How can you slander me out of thin air…”
Ignoring his rambling, Wei Zi turned to Gao Jing. “Check the mock-up.”
She had carefully extracted the Titan Totem using software and superimposed it onto a photo of Gao Jing’s back.
She’d created several size variations for him to choose from.
“This one looks good.”
Gao Jing picked the one he liked best.
With the style chosen, the rest was straightforward.
Wei Zi printed the mirrored image proportionally and transferred it onto Gao Jing’s back.
It was just like using a temporary tattoo sticker.
Then Fan Hu personally took charge, tattooing Gao Jing.
It’s worth mentioning the tattoo ink used was also brought by Gao Jing himself.
This ink was specially prepared by the Elder Shaman to increase his chances of a successful breakthrough.
By the time the entire Titan Totem was completed, it was already afternoon.
“Finally finished.”
Fan Hu set down his tools, wiping sweat. “Tattooing that one piece tired me out more than ten others!”
He’d discovered early on that Gao Jing’s skin was unusually tough.
It made the tattooing significantly harder.
This only reinforced Fan Hu’s belief that Gao Jing was no ordinary person!
Gao Jing looked at the totem tattoo on his back in the mirror.
He was very satisfied.
The final step of his preparation was complete, mission accomplished.
He could hardly wait to return to the Great World and complete the advancement ritual!