Infinite Fighting

Chapter 89: Chapter 80: Beyond Group Competition Begins

Whether or not the rules were broken, the Five Elements Sect had already won the championship in the amateur division.

The one million in after-tax prize money would be arriving soon.

When it did, the three competitors would each get two hundred thousand, with the remaining four hundred thousand going to the club.

This was all written in their contracts.

The Five Elements Sect guaranteed their training, living expenses, and so on, but commercial profits from things like prize money and endorsements were subject to a 40-60 split.

This was considered a low cut for the industry.

The industry standard was usually a 30-70 split.

Right, with seventy percent going to the club.

And fighters had to practically beg for that thirty percent. Many weren’t even given the chance to grovel for it.

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With the amateur division over, the professional division tournament began without a moment’s delay.

Unlike the amateur division, the professional division introduced the concept of different arenas.

There were currently over a dozen types of arenas: Urban, Jungle, Arctic, Volcanic, Desert, River...

That’s right. If a fighter was unlucky enough to draw an unsuitable arena while their opponent had mastered a relevant fighting style, the outcome of the match could become very unpredictable.

This placed high demands on a fighter’s versatility and also tested a club’s ability to strategically deploy its members.

The coaching staff would generally go through a meticulous selection process, conduct targeted training, and only then finalize the roster of participants.

The Five Elements Sect’s first match was scheduled for the morning of April 6th.

Their opponents were fighters from the Qiaoao Club.

Two men and a woman, all of them visibly shredded with muscle.

The Roman Country didn’t regulate things like Alchemy Drugs very strictly, so it was common for fighters to use "enhancements."

However, most of these drugs came with significant side effects. The consequence of abusing them was essentially burning out one’s potential.

Shen Han was up for the first match.

His opponent was a muscular, short-haired man over 1.9 meters tall, a professional 8-dan who practiced Roman freestyle kickboxing.

The fighting styles from the Roman Country tended to lean toward the "Rational School."

They used various machines to collect a fighter’s physical data, which was then compiled and analyzed. Based on this analysis, they would create customized training plans, using targeted hormonal drugs and mechanical devices to enhance the fighter’s abilities.

The advantage of this training method was its stability; everything was data-driven and clearly quantifiable.

The arena drawn for the match was the Jungle. It was filled with artificial trees over ten meters tall, and the entire competition area was slightly larger than a soccer field.

Each round lasted ten minutes.

The moment the match began, Shen Han charged directly into the jungle.

The muscular opponent didn’t hesitate either.

The two quickly closed in on each other. Shen Han practiced Leopard Fist; explosive bursts and speed were his greatest strengths. He was also skilled at using his environment to his advantage, making the jungle practically his home turf.

In a rapid back-and-forth, Shen Han used his superior speed and the terrain to constantly maneuver around his opponent, leaving numerous claw marks on the muscular man’s body.

Just then, the muscular man saw an opening and threw a punch. But Shen Han had feinted, causing the man to smash his fist into a tree. The blow left a deep impression in the trunk, sending wood chips flying.

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"What do you think?" Fu Tian asked Zhang Ji.

"He has no system," Zhang Ji said, shaking his head.

He was referring to the muscular opponent.

The muscular man executed a few techniques well, but he lacked a cohesive system. His moves were too broad and unrestrained.

This was a common flaw among many fighting schools, including those in the Roman Country.

These muscle-bound fighters were used to overpowering their opponents with sheer force.

If they could unleash one hundred percent of their power, they would never use just seventy percent.

But once they used that one hundred percent, they left themselves no room to recover or adjust.

If a strike failed to connect, they’d be left wide open and could only take a beating.

"Actually, there is a system, and it’s not a bad one," Fu Tian said. "But this guy’s skill is just average. The club probably hasn’t invested much in him. Wait until the Transcendent Level matches begin, then you’ll understand their martial arts. They’re all personally customized styles, developed using big data analysis. Everyone’s style is different because it’s tailored to maximize their individual potential. A full setup like that costs at least five million."

Zhang Ji knew a little about this, as he had seen a few videos on the subject.

’The way they approach martial arts here isn’t actually worse than the martial arts world in the Eastern Extreme Country. In some ways, they’re even better at unlocking the human body’s potential.’

’With all the high-tech equipment, they can feed the specific data to an AI for analysis and quickly design a custom fighting style.’

’There’s no need for trial and error; it’s a direct fit for the individual.’

’Technology and modern combat systems are integrated perfectly.’

’From this perspective, the model back in the Eastern Extreme Country seemed backward and insular, unwilling to open up their own martial arts for scientific study.’

’They’re so stingy even when holding exchange events, setting impossibly high standards. They won’t even share fighting styles they themselves can’t fully comprehend. The martial arts world gets worse every year, with almost zero progress. There’s a total generational gap.’

Shen Han’s match ended quickly. He won his round, panting, but then lost to the second opponent.

Then it was Zhou Hao’s turn.

Zhou Hao had always been a genius. Now that he had returned to his former training, he possessed the strength of a professional 9-dan.

His Snake Fist was particularly adept at using softness to overcome brute strength, so he was completely at ease when fighting this type of muscular opponent.

After Zhou Hao won, the opponent’s final fighter, their anchor, was the woman.

The World Fighting Association’s tournaments didn’t have separate women’s divisions, because in the world of fighting, gender didn’t matter—only strength.

Although it was true that men currently held a slight advantage in combat.

Zhou Hao wanted to keep fighting, but Zhang Ji gave the signal for Hudson to go up instead.

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