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The scene played back was slowed down multiple times, revealing that Ye Chen struck his knee against Wu Siman twice in quick succession. The first hit connected with Wu Siman's thigh, somewhere in the middle area, but it was clear that it did not impact his groin. The second strike, however, sparked controversy. Due to the initial blow, Wu Siman was on high alert. Ye Chen's thrust remained focused on the same area, but as Wu Siman attempted to evade, the thrust became more of a glancing blow, grazing his thigh and then continuing upward toward his abdomen.

Following that moment, Wu Siman immediately released his grip and gestured to the referee, a move that set off a chain reaction of reactions from the crowd. They were loud and defiant, and many began to protest vocally. "This is utterly shameless! Ye Chen's advantage was stolen by He Bo and Kamanu!" "Can't anyone see what really happened?" "What are you talking about? Are you blind?" "Kamanu has faked injuries time and again. I hope the UFC takes action against him." "He claims to be kicked in the groin every game. Is that due to unfortunate circumstances or is it his own doing?" "He is a champion from our beautiful country, we must support him. He truly was wronged just now!" "The pressure from the crowd is enormous. Have you seen how Jack dominates? We want our championship back!"

The atmosphere turned chaotic, reminiscent of the last time riot police had to intervene. Dana's expression grew increasingly stern. DC frowned, opting for silence for a moment. Eventually, he spoke, recognizing that this was not the appropriate context for personal opinions. Given that the match had already been paused, any further comments might only stoke the flames of discord. "What we witnessed was certainly suspicious. A better camera angle might have helped clarify things. Both athletes are exceptional competitors; let us look forward to thrilling future bouts."

Logan added, "Everyone, let's remain calm. He Bo is a professional referee known throughout the MMA world as the best in the business. Trust in his judgment and instincts." He continued, "I genuinely believe Ye Chen did not act intentionally. He had the upper hand earlier, and there was no need for underhanded moves." Bisping chimed in, "This is common in matches. I once even had an eye knocked out!"

At that moment, Wu Siman was still in his corner, head bowed in pain. Catwoman scrutinized the replay and remarked, "He wasn't hit at all; it was a fake injury." Ye Chen reassured, "Stay calm. This happens in fights; it's just a pause. If I can take him down once, I can do it again. No worries." Seeing Catwoman's mix of concern and anger made him appreciate her kindness. He too felt frustrated, but he understood that letting anger affect his performance would be unwise.

In the commentary booth, the first commentator was visibly upset, stating, "Everyone just saw the replay. It's clear what happened; it simply requires a judgement." The second commentator, a devoted fan of Ye Chen, argued, "Brothers, if I weren't on air, I would have already voiced my complaints. Wu Siman is acting like a coward... Brother Chen was in control just now. This gives Wu Siman a chance to catch his breath."

The online chatter buzzed with mixed reactions:

[I think there's a valid point here. Wu Siman wears his protection all the time, and the push did strike him near the waist.]

[Turtle 6, you should audition for the Oscars with those acting skills. Fighting isn't your strong suit.]

[UFC? The beautiful version of martial arts?]

[He Bo looked on with indifference, ignoring punishable actions while caught those that shouldn't. It's incredible.]

[How many times has Wu Siman pulled this act? He does it repeatedly; it's embarrassing.]

[I hope Brother Chen gives him a taste of his own medicine so he'll know the pain.]

[The judging is already biased. I predict this match will be marred by controversy. The public sentiment is leaning against Brother Chen.]

[The backlash won't deter Dana; he doesn't have the guts to go against Brother Chen; his reputation is at stake.]

As the action resumed, Wu Siman suddenly stood up, lowered his shorts, and nodded to He Bo, signaling readiness to continue. "Be careful." "Don't worry." Ye Chen then confidently patted the cage net and moved into the center of the ring. However, just as he was nearing striking distance, he executed a swift mid-leg sweep.

At that moment, Wu Siman attempted to defend by hugging the frame and slightly leaning back, trying to evade the maneuver. But Ye Chen was merely feigning. His true aim was to utilize the top cage technique. As opponents lean back, their center of gravity shifts, making them susceptible to falling. Ye Chen lunged, quickly clasping Wu Siman's legs and executed the technique effectively.

Rather than gripping his calf, Ye Chen secured Wu Siman's thigh, applying pressure with his shoulders against his opponent's abdomen, forcing Wu Siman's center of gravity to rise, preventing him from stabilizing. Ye Chen yanked Wu Siman upwards, catching him off guard; the sudden movement left Wu Siman momentarily airborne, inhibiting his ability to counter. Wu Siman instinctively wrapped his arms around Ye Chen's neck, striving for control as Ye Chen drove him toward the cage net.

The impact was thunderous—the combined weight of nearly 400 pounds crashed against the net, producing a sound as if the entire structure might give way. In the blink of an eye, the match escalated, transitioning from a paused state to furious action in a matter of seconds. The once-agitated crowd now fell silent, taken aback by the sudden turn.

Then, applause erupted, thunderous roars filled the arena, celebrating Ye Chen's triumphant moves. He executed the same controlling technique again, this time lifting Wu Siman's chin while bearing down his weight. As soon as Ye Chen seized control, he struck Wu Siman with two powerful blows in quick succession.

With over two minutes and fifty seconds remaining in the round, Wu Siman felt an eruption of frustration at the strikes, letting out a curse. His coach Whitman yelled, "Farke, Farke! Get out of that damn cage!" His entire team echoed their protests, but their cries fell on deaf ears. Ye Chen was relentless in his pursuit, continuing to dominate.

As the round came to a close, the referee intervened to separate the two fighters. Ye Chen smiled brightly at Wu Siman and patted his arm playfully. Wu Siman, utterly bewildered, processed the enormity of having been so comprehensively controlled. No other fighter had managed such a feat against him, including Covington, despite his physical prowess.

The crowd's cheers affirmed just how captivating Ye Chen's performance had been during that round, with many chanting for him to repeat the spectacle. In the back, Wusman winced as the reality of his battered feet hit him—his extremities swollen and painful, making each step feel like a tremendous effort. He instinctively glanced downward, fearing what he might see, the fact that he hadn't been injured feeling surreal amidst the throbbing pain.

"Forty-seven times, forty-seven times..." Catwoman burst into the cage, excitement evident in her shouts. Wu Siman, Whitman, and their team exchanged startled glances at the mention of that figure, taken aback that someone was counting. The audience's cheers remained relentless. The commentators could barely contain their joy, worrying for Wu Siman's well-being. Luckily, Wu Siman's darker complexion hid the extent of his injuries, leaving the visible signs of the fierce contest somewhat obscured.