Meanwhile, Chu Ren gradually calmed his mind. Although he hadn't seen how Miguel executed those moves, that last impressive high sweep at least showed the opponent's superb leg technique. If the disappearance just now was because the opponent was above him: well, that would make the Miguel far too formidable. The opponent's long legs were an advantage; to neutralize a kick's force, he had to get in close. Wrestling was a close-range martial art, so he might not be at a disadvantage.
More than ten seconds passed.
The opponent standing still. At this moment, Chu Ren decided he could seize the moment when Miguel was unguarded and charge forward.
Bending low and bending his knees slightly, in about 1 seconds the starting stance is done. In a sudden, with lowering center of gravity, he surged ahead, accelerating to straight toward Miguel's lower body with his hands reaching for Miguel's legs.
Miguel stepped back, but Chu Ren's speed was too great; in an instant, he was right in front of him.
Traurig Eyre thought, Chu Ren should be in range now. But Miguel did an unthinkable move. He collapsed smoothly, knees bent, forming the starting pose of a carp flip. Chu Ren had reached him and saw the opponent curling up like a lying beetle —— he didn't immediately know how to control him with things he learned in wrestling matches. Traurig, seeing this, quickly darted out of the crowd, his unease crystallizing.
Miguel's legs kicked upward, landing solidly on Chu Ren's chest. Chu Ren vaulted over Miguel and landed, clutching his chest in pain.
The spectators didn't understand what had just happened. Traurig immediately crouched beside Chu Ren to check on him. At the same time, he looked at Miguel, and his face darkened.
"What the hell were you wondering to do?"
Traurig knew exactly what had happened. Chu Ren was clutching the xiphoid process. Miguel's strike had depth —— he not only kicked, but deliberately pressed his big toes into the xiphoid. Clearly, this was beyond a high schooler's level.
"You can't fight anymore," Traurig said, looking at Chu Ren. "This isn't sparring anymore."
But Chu Ren clearly had no intention of backing down. Giving up lightly wasn't his style. A glance told Traurig to step aside. Miguel crouched slightly, staring at Chu Ren, and stepped within half a meter of him.
"There's a high wall between us. You understand that now, right?"
"And why would you think so?" Chu Ren didn't flinch, a hint of a smile on his lips.
Realizing Chu Ren was about to do something, Traurig moved away, a little surprised. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than Chu Ren, without warning, thrust his rear right leg backward and then powered his left leg forward. His entire body shot outward, hands pulled back to the sides. Unable to dodge, Miguel felt Chu Ren's left leading knee settle between his legs, taking him down in a single throw. Miguel struggled to break free, but Chu Ren had already assumed the mount position.
Traurig thought, So that's how it is. Just as he had been ready to stop the match, Chu Ren silently positioned his legs front and back. A sneak attack —— he thought Chu Ren would never stoop to that. But here he was.
Chu Ren attempted to hammer with his fists, but Miguel clamped his legs around Chu Ren's back, using his weight to pull him close. Chu Ren's fists were useless; he was forced against Miguel, face to the right side of Miguel's head, hands pressing against the ground. Miguel reached out with his right hand and, before Chu Ren could retract it, locked onto his neck.
So all Brazilians know judo, huh? Traurig thought. This opponent was impressive, perfectly matching his stereotype.
Although the choke couldn't fully lock due to positioning, Chu Ren was clearly suppressed. Accustomed only to wrestling matches in the club, he didn't know how to respond once the opponent was on his back. He tried punching Miguel's side, but the attacks gradually weakened. Suddenly, Miguel released his right hand, shifted Chu Ren's upper body to his right side, and applied a right twist on Chu Ren's left arm, forming a Kimura lock. In 5 seconds, Chu Ren sweated profusely in pain, slapping the floor with his right hand to signal surrender.
But Miguel didn't stop.
Traurig, alarmed, jumped out of the crowd, ran to Miguel's left side, and firmly grabbed both of Miguel's wrists. Miguel, in pain, loosened his hold and even attempted to strike Traurig —— but with half his body pinned by the limp Chu Ren, he couldn't manage much.
"Do you intend to break his arm?" Traurig shouted
"You don't like it?" Miguel challenged, aggressive but unable to strike freely. Traurig called over a few people to help separate them while keeping Miguel under control. Miguel, showing some sense, didn't attempt further attacks, just stared at Traurig and said:
"See you on the playground tomorrow."