Jason Luo held the center of the ring, pressing forward with relentless aggression, while Carl circled along the outer edge like the ticking hand of a clock, constantly changing angles and direction…
This can't go on!
Jason Luo decided to go all in. He allocated his remaining five free attribute points—three into his front-hand punch's Jab Power, and two into his rear-hand punch's Cross Power. As his stats surged, his Stamina instantly returned to peak condition.
With renewed strength, Jason exploded into a storm of offense. No matter how Carl tried to intercept with his jabs, Jason charged through like a fearless warrior, marching through a storm of bullets on the battlefield!
Yet Carl, true to Mayweather's tutelage, displayed outstanding defensive skill—his superb evasions, pinpoint counters, and agile footwork were textbook perfection. Amid Jason's relentless onslaught, Carl used his right hand to constantly disrupt his rhythm, waiting for the perfect opening to strike back with his devastating left.
Jason's all-out barrage did little direct damage, but it set the entire arena ablaze. Wave after wave, he charged, igniting the crowd's passion with every attack.
"Good work, Jason Luo! Hit him with a heavy punch! Just one clean shot and he's finished—go for it!"
"Hook!—ah, Carl dodged again! Damn, his reactions are insane! Keep going!"
"Stay on him, wear him down!"
The crowd's anxiety built with every exchange, but Carl remained composed, even smug. As long as he kept blocking Jason's rear heavy punch, he faced little real danger. Meanwhile, he racked up points with steady jabs. If Jason couldn't land a decisive blow, the round was his.
After repeatedly defusing Jason's assaults, Carl even thumped his glove against his chest, taunting him—Come on! You're no threat at all.
Jason saw that and refused to back down. Losing momentum was one thing—but losing pride was another. He lifted his arms high, dropping his guard completely, as if to say, You're not that great yourself. Learned to run from your boss, huh? If you've got guts, trade blows with me!
Seeing Jason open up, Carl pounced. He stepped in with a quick hop and swung a sharp, looping left hook. Jason leaned back to dodge—but before he could recover his balance, Carl's right straight came flying in!
There was no time to evade. In a flash of instinct, Jason activated his Absolute Evasion talent. His torso twisted, body flipping in one seamless motion—he narrowly slipped past the punch, then executed two rapid Space Slides, perfectly dodging Carl's follow-ups.
Carl froze. Those movements were enormous—yet the timing was otherworldly!
The crowd erupted. To see such flashy, high-risk maneuvers in a fight of this magnitude—it was unbelievable!
"Damn, that was a show! Full marks for that move!"
"Holy hell! Those evasions—blinding! Jason Luo, keep doing that! Show him up!"
The roaring cheers stung Carl's pride. When he looked up, Jason was smiling faintly—that calm, teasing grin cut straight through Carl's composure.
Alright then. Showing off in a match like this? Let's see just how long that confidence lasts!
Cocky fighters fall fast!
Fueled by anger, Carl abandoned his footwork and charged in. Jab–backhand–hook combo, straight–swing–uppercut—the barrage was relentless.
But Jason Luo, once a charging warrior, now moved like a slick eel fresh from the water. He twisted his waist, rolled his hips, and swayed his shoulders with rhythm and flow. His evasions weren't just effective—they were dazzling, almost artistic.
The harder Carl attacked, the more frustrated he became. His fury grew with every missed punch!
With his talent active, Jason danced around Carl's furious assault like a wild bee flitting between flowers—gliding effortlessly, toying with his opponent, trampling on Carl's pride.
Jason's supporters went wild. "Beautiful! Now that's real skill! Haha, he dropped his guard and Carl still can't touch him! Look at that, Carl—you had your chance, and you blew it!"
Carl's fans, on the other hand, jeered. "Hamed pulled that crap too and ended up retired! Keep showing off, kid—you're asking for a beating! Come on, Carl, teach him a lesson!"
But under the watchful eyes of the entire arena, Carl's furious assault went on for over twenty seconds—and he still hadn't landed a single clean hit. By now, the fourth round was nearly over.
Sensing Carl's pace slow, Jason noticed his fatigue setting in. Without hesitation, he deactivated his talent and launched a counterattack!
Carl had just finished his offensive burst and was catching his breath when Jason's counter hit. His instincts screamed danger—he didn't dare take it head-on. Switching instantly to defense, he backed off fast.
But Jason had been waiting for this moment. He wasn't about to let him slip away! He lunged forward in an arc, using his hooks to cut off escape angles while launching a fierce barrage!
Carl's stamina was fading, but his defense remained tight. Relying on his signature shoulder-roll defense, he hunkered down, trying to survive until the bell.
Jason knew exactly what Carl was thinking. Letting him escape unscathed into the rest period would reset the balance completely.
If I don't risk it now—then when?
Explosive Liver Punch!
Jason unleashed a savage flurry—over a dozen heavy shots pounded Carl's ribs and abdomen—then he followed up with a massive uppercut.
But Carl's experience saved him again. He shifted just in time, narrowly dodging the knockout blow.
What he didn't expect, though, was Jason's follow-up. Instead of retracting the missed uppercut, Jason redirected it downward in one fluid motion—delivering a crushing Overhand Punch straight into Carl's forehead!
That one landed clean—and hard.
Carl reeled from the impact, his vision blurring, his balance faltering. Jason saw the opening and swung a wide, sweeping Lun Pai, ready to end it then and there—
—but even dazed, Carl's textbook fundamentals saved him. He kept his arms high in a tight guard, and his raised gloves absorbed most of the blow.
Even so, the punch shattered his balance. Carl stumbled sideways, staggering toward the ropes. Jason chased him down immediately, pinning him against the ropes and winding up for a finishing strike—
—and then the damn bell rang.
A collective groan rippled through the crowd.
If Jason had managed just one knockdown, even without a full KO, it could've changed the entire fight's momentum. What a shame!
Still, that overhand had left a mark—a large, swollen bruise darkened Carl's forehead, blood pooling beneath the skin.
That meant a new weak spot. Jason would surely target it next, and if the wound started bleeding heavily, the referee could stop the fight to protect the fighter's safety.
Back in the corner, Coach Brown immediately shifted tactics. "Increase your punch frequency," he ordered. "Don't give him a chance to breathe. Keep the pressure high and drain his stamina—force him to break!"
Across the ring, De La Hoya examined Carl's injury with a worried look. Jason's next round would be an all-out assault. Constant evasion would only embolden him—but a head-on exchange could be disastrous.
Carl, however, had already made up his mind.
"I've decided," he said firmly. "When two warriors meet, only the brave win. It's just the fourth round—better to attack than wait to be hit. I refuse to believe his evasions are truly flawless!"