Inside Macau Workers Stadium, the crowd that had been roaring moments ago fell into sudden silence. Everyone was frozen in shock by Jason Luo's punch.
Carl, who had been the closest to it, stared at his opponent in disbelief. He couldn't even begin to imagine—if Jason hadn't deliberately pulled that punch, what would have happened to him?
He'd probably have to say goodbye to walking—or cycling—forever!
The referee, too, was shaken to his core. Remembering the earlier punch he'd accidentally taken, a cold sweat ran down his back. Holy Mother, if that one had landed on him instead, he'd be the Stephen Hawking of the refereeing world by now...
That punch had drained Jason Luo completely. Panting heavily, he pulled his fist back, staring at the torn boxing glove in stunned silence. Even he was scared.
He'd gone too far. He never imagined that after the massive stat boost, his unleashed power would reach such terrifying levels. The instant he threw that punch in midair, he knew something was off. That feeling—
Every muscle in his body had quivered in perfect rhythm, every cell roaring in unison to release its energy. His entire arm had felt as heavy as a boulder before the power exploded out in a split second. It was indescribable—a mix of agony and pure ecstasy.
With his glove shredded, the fight couldn't continue. Jason turned toward the referee, gesturing for a replacement.
But the poor referee, his calf still cramping, didn't even dare approach. From a safe distance, he blew his whistle to signal a halt and gestured frantically for the corner to bring out spare gloves.
Only then did the audience snap out of their trance. As the shock faded, gasps and shouts erupted across the stands.
"Oh my God! What did that kid just do?! Is he even human? No way—I'd rather believe those gloves were defective!"
"Jesus! That's superhuman strength! He made a steel post shake! How much power did that punch have? Not even Tyson could do that!"
"Damn shame it missed. If that had hit Carl... I don't even wanna imagine. That would've been brutal! Who's gonna dare challenge my boy Jason now?"
"Can't you see? He meant to miss! Carl's lucky—he just dodged a trip to the hospital."
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The giant stadium screen began replaying the incredible moment in slow motion. Carl's look of despair, Jason's sudden awareness of danger, that split-second where he clenched his teeth and pulled the punch—every frame was crystal clear.
The crowd fell silent again.
An indescribable emotion rippled through the arena.
That moment had been too powerful. Carl, still dazed, finally processed what had happened. Given Jason's state just then—there was no way that punch should've missed.
He'd held back.
No one could truly understand what Carl was feeling right now. His flushed face showed his frustration and unwillingness—but soon, those emotions faded. No matter how he felt, the truth was undeniable: Jason had spared him.
Under the eyes of the entire arena, Carl let out a long sigh, spat out his mouthguard, and slowly walked up to Jason Luo.
"You're strong—stronger than I imagined. But no opponent, no matter how powerful, will ever make me yield. Still... ah, forget it. Today... you win."
With that, he raised Jason Luo's arm high—a gesture of surrender and respect.
The result felt both sudden and completely natural. After a collective gasp, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause!
"Whoa! Carl conceded! Smart move—if they kept going, someone would've ended up dead. Jason Luo was a monster today! That's true raw power!"
"The double champion is born! The first dual-title holder from Asia! Haha! I can't believe I got to witness it live—Jason Luo, the new King!"
"Double champion? Please! If he keeps this up, he'll dominate the entire super middleweight division—and that punch? He could move up to heavyweight and still hit like a tank!"
Carl's concession came as a relief to the referee, too. Continuing would've been nerve-wracking. Jason Luo's punches had reached weapon-grade impact—if a serious injury had occurred, it would've been a nightmare.
After exchanging quick looks with the three judges at ringside, the referee raised his hand and officially declared:
"In this championship bout, Jason Luo wins by non-technical knockout, becoming the unified WBO and WBA Super Middleweight Champion!"
The next second, the stadium exploded into cheers and applause!
Coach Brown and Raul, quick as lightning, leapt onto the ring like two excited rabbits and threw themselves at Jason Luo.
"Jason! That was unbelievable! Feels like a dream! That punch was insane—how did you even do that? Your hand's not injured, is it?"
Jason laughed, catching his breath as he reassured them, then turned and waved toward Pacquiao at ringside in gratitude. Pacquiao nodded approvingly, a satisfied grin on his face.
Mayweather had long retired—there would never be an official showdown between them. But this victory, in a way, felt like redemption.
Jason turned back toward Carl, who stood quietly in his corner, still brooding. He walked up to him and smiled.
"Hey, man. Your technique's better than mine—I'll admit that. I really hope we get to fight again someday."
Carl looked up, surprised. His confidence had taken a hit, and he hadn't expected such respect from Jason. He gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
"Technique? I get it now... super middleweight isn't welterweight. Don't worry—I'll find you again someday."
Jason grinned. "Good. I'll be waiting."
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Victory brings boundless glory.
In the ring, Jason Luo stood tall—WBA Gold Belt over his left shoulder, WBO Gold Belt hanging from his right arm. Half the division's titles now belonged to him. His raised glove was still torn, a symbol of his raw power. With two ring girls by his side, he faced the flashing cameras and roaring media below—his fists, quite literally, had shaken the world.