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At eight o'clock the next evening.

The venue for the Tokyo UFC tournament is now packed with people.

Even the aisles of the venue were packed with spectators. It was a huge crowd and very lively.

The previous undercard matches and other boxers' competitions have all come to an end, but the audience's enthusiasm has not diminished in the slightest. Instead, it continues to rise like a surging tide.

All the spectators held their breath, anxiously awaiting the finale of the main event, which was the personal grudge championship between Lin Lang and Ying Ting He Zhi.

The huge screen above the venue repeatedly played highlights from the two players' past games.

Highlights of the KO matches between Lin Lang and Ying Ting and Zhi flashed alternately. Every shot gripped the audience's hearts, making the already warm atmosphere even more tense, as if the air was about to be ignited by this hot atmosphere.

Lin Lang had previously severely injured the Sato brothers, two popular fighting players from Sakura Country, in two matches.

This result instantly ignited the anger of the people in the boxing world of the Sakura Country, and like a surging wave, it quickly swept across the entire online world.

As a result, Lin Lang suffered overwhelming condemnation and abuse from Sakura Country boxing fans on the Internet and became the target of public criticism.

It was in this context that Yingting Hezhi, in order to avenge his two brothers-in-law, the Sato brothers, risked his UFC heavyweight championship title to challenge Lin Lang. This match received unprecedented attention in the Land of Sakura.

Among the audience seats, flags and banners representing Yingting and Zhi stood like a forest.

Many visitors to the Cherry Blossom Land wear "hatsumaki" ribbons with national flag patterns on their heads.

These radical Sakura Country boxing fans raised their arms and shouted Yingting Hezhi's names at the top of their lungs to cheer them on. The overwhelming sound was deafening.

The eyes of the home audience were full of eager anticipation for Ying Ting He Zhi, hoping that he could severely defeat Lin Lang in this game and avenge his previous defeat.

It is not only about revenge for the Sato brothers, but also about regaining dignity and glory for the Sakura Country in the UFC arena.

Amid the thunderous cheers, the entire venue seemed like a volcano about to erupt, ready to release endless passion and enthusiasm once the clear bell symbolizing the start of the game rang.

Although there were many spectators supporting Lin Lang, the proportion of fans on the scene was far less than that of Yingting and Zhi in front of tens of thousands of home Sakura Country spectators.

On the stands, all of Lin Lang's close female friends gathered there, each with complex and deep emotions.

Cai Yinong had a graceful figure. She held Lin Lang's cheering sign tightly and waved her arms vigorously in the air. The arc drawn by the sign in the air was just like her ups and downs in mood at the moment.

Cai Yinong's eyes were full of anticipation and worry. She was looking forward to Lin Lang's success in the competition, but she was also worried about the unknown challenges he would face. She bit her lower lip from time to time, her eyebrows slightly wrinkled, unable to hide her inner nervousness.

Not far away, Guan Tingmei, the beautiful president of Yangshizi Publishing House, also had a look of concern on her face.

The cheering card in Guan Tingmei's hand was held high, shaking with the slight trembling of her body, which was an outward manifestation of the surging emotions in her heart.

Guan Tingmei's eyes were fixed on the exit of the stadium, anxiously waiting for Lin Lang to appear on the field. It seemed that as long as she stared at him intently, she could convey strength to Lin Lang and make him feel her support. Even though they were far apart, their minds could communicate.

Ma Xiaofei held the camera and looked for the best shooting angle in the stands.

Behind the camera, Ma Xiaofei shows her attention and expectations for Lin Lang's game. She wants to use the camera in her hand to record every wonderful moment of Lin Lang and leave a glorious testimony for him.

Every time the shutter button is pressed, Ma Xiaofei freezes her inner cry. She hopes that these images can become a good omen for Lin Lang's victory.

AI generates beautiful pictures of Gu Keqing

Elegance is timeless. Gu Keqing wore a gorgeous embroidered cheongsam made by Xia Guohong. Her sunglasses could not hide her charming and beautiful temperament.

Gu Keqing hopes that the red cheongsam, which symbolizes success, can bring good luck to Lin Lang.

The cheering card in Gu Keqing's hand was seen shaking rhythmically, as if playing a silent battle song for Lin Lang.

Beneath Gu Keqing's seemingly calm appearance, her heart was beating violently. She silently prayed for Lin Lang in her heart, wishing him safety and a triumphant return.

The girl next door, Li Moli, worked even harder. She finished her performance notices in Hangzhou in the morning and flew all the way to Tokyo in the afternoon.

After rushing all the way, Li Moli appeared in the stands of Tokyo Stadium before Lin Lang's game started. Regardless of the fatigue from the journey, she waved her cheering board vigorously to cheer for her childhood sweetheart, Brother Alang.

Li Moli's cheeks flushed slightly with excitement, and her eyes sparkled with a bright light, which showed her deep concern and attachment to Lin Lang, as well as her uneasiness about the outcome of the game.

Among the crowded auditorium, the beautiful painter Han Zaiyin and Ma Yili, a pair of best friends, were particularly eye-catching.

Han Zaiyin's eyes were full of affection and concentration. She carefully drew a cheering board with Lin Lang's portrait, and every wave of it seemed to be telling of the love and expectations in her heart.

Ma Yili stood close to Han Jae-in, the cheering sign in her hand swaying with the ups and downs of her body. There was a hint of nervousness on her face, and she stood on tiptoe from time to time to look towards the exit of the stadium.

Ma Yili silently repeated Lin Lang's name in her heart, looking forward to his appearance, but also feeling very nervous about the fierce competition that was about to begin. She only hoped that this game would go as she wished and let Lin Lang return with glory.

The twin sisters Gu Rou and Gu Ran appeared in the audience, waving Lin Lang's cheering signs excitedly in their hands, becoming a beautiful landscape in the stands.

Their hearts were all tied to Lin Lang who was about to start the passionate fight, hoping that he could win the game and return safely.

This was Gu Rou’s first time going abroad, and she was very happy to be able to cheer for Lin Lang on the spot.

Gu Ran's mood was a little complicated. She also waved Lin Lang's support sign vigorously, but a hint of disappointment occasionally flashed in her eyes.

As Lin Lang's personal secretary, she longed deep in her heart to be by Lin Lang's side at this moment, to handle various trivial matters for him and to whisper encouragement in his ear.

However, Gu Ran knew very well that the proprietress Chu Yiren was already accompanying Lin Lang backstage, and that position did not belong to him at the moment.

Gu Ran bit her lip slightly, a hint of unwillingness in her eyes, but she was soon infected by the warm atmosphere in the stands and refocused her attention on cheering for Lin Lang.

At this moment, whether they are experienced old fans or new audiences who are stepping into the UFC arena for the first time, all of them will devote all their enthusiasm to the final championship match that is about to begin.

All the audience were anxiously waiting for the life-and-death battle between Lin Lang and Ying Ting He Zhi in the octagonal cage. The atmosphere on the scene had already been ignited to a boiling point.

The male host was seen standing in the center of the octagonal cage, dragging out his voice at the top of his lungs.

"Next, we have one of our heavyweight championship contestants, UFC heavyweight champion Eito Kazuchi from the Land of Sakura! He is from Akita Prefecture in the Land of Sakura, is 183cm tall, weighs 87kg, and his nickname is 'Gracie Killer'!"

"This fighting champion has made great achievements in the UFC and has defeated seven champions. He is a well-deserved mixed martial arts legend in the country of Sakura!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, tens of thousands of Sakura Country boxing fans in the audience began shouting Yingting and Zhi's names at the top of their lungs.

"Yingting and Zhi!"

"Yingting and Zhi!"

"Yingting and Zhi..."

The voices of the home audience gathered together, like surging waves, hitting every corner of the venue one after another, as if to overturn the entire building.

Suddenly, the lights in the venue went out and the entire space was instantly swallowed by darkness.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the passionate melody of "Sandstorm", the iconic entrance music of Yingting Hezhi, sounded, instantly igniting every inch of air in the Tokyo Gymnasium.

In an instant, the enthusiasm of tens of thousands of spectators in the Land of Sakura was completely ignited, and cheers rose and fell like surging waves, as if they were about to break through the dome of the stadium.

Countless laser lights were like madly dancing silver snakes, shuttling and flashing freely in the darkness, making the atmosphere on the scene even more frenetic.

In this chaotic vortex of light and sound, Yingting and Zhi's fierce and powerful figures appeared at the entrance of the passage.

Yingting and Zhi were like a ferocious beast stepping out of a dark jungle, exuding a strong aura of danger. Every muscle was tense, as if containing endless destructive power, ready to launch a fatal blow to its prey at any time.

Yingting and Zhi's eyes flashed with a fierce light in the darkness, like two cold stars, which made people afraid. That was the sharpness and brutality of the UFC's top predators.

Yingting Hezhi took arrogant steps, striding forward step by step, and every step seemed to step on the hearts of the audience. He held high in his hand the heavyweight gold belt that symbolizes the highest glory of UFC.

Under the crazy sweep of the laser light, the golden belt shone with dazzling brilliance, like the embodiment of Yingting and Zhi's unparalleled brilliant achievements at the moment, so dazzling that people could not look directly at it.

Ying Ting and Zhi had an extremely arrogant expression on their faces, with a disdainful sneer on the slightly raised corners of their mouths, and their eyes were full of arrogance and contempt for Lin Lang, as if the UFC octagon had already become his private territory, and anyone who stepped in would tremble in fear under his majesty.

Ying Ting and Zhi were so arrogant that they walked towards the octagon cage with their championship belts, enjoying the crazy cheers from the home crowd.

It seemed that at this moment, Yingting Hezhi was the unique master in the octagonal cage. Any opponent was nothing but an ant in front of him and would be ruthlessly crushed under his feet.

In the stands of Tokyo Gymnasium, Lin Lang's close female friends were like a group of frightened deer, staring at the octagonal cage below with pale faces.

When Yingting and Zhi's tall and fierce figures appeared with arrogance and domineering attitude, their hearts were instantly tightened, as if they were grasped by an invisible big hand and almost stopped beating.

Yingting and Zhi looked like evil spirits stepped out of the abyss of hell. Their muscles were tense and each muscle seemed to contain a tremendous force, as if they could devour Lin Lang mercilessly in the octagonal cage at any time.

Yingting and Zhi's eyes were like two cold sharp blades. Wherever they went, the air seemed to be frozen. The fierceness made the temperature around them seem to drop by several degrees.

Ying Ting Hezhi exudes a suffocating sense of oppression just by standing in the octagonal cage, as if he is the invincible king in the UFC arena, and anyone who dares to challenge him will be ruthlessly crushed under his feet.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the gymnasium had already been heated to an extreme level. The air seemed to be ignited and filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. The tense feeling of being on the verge of a fight was like an invisible net that tightly covered everyone present.

Before Lin Lang appeared on the stage, his close female friends in the stands were already worried about him. They became nervous and secretly broke into cold sweats for Lin Lang.

These beautiful, lovely, charming women of Lin Lang, just as they had agreed, all prayed silently for Lin Lang in their hearts, fearing that in the next second, they would see him trapped in the ruthless octagonal cage.