Siham had been famous for years and had never taken Jason Luo seriously. He'd entered this match planning to teach the kid a lesson—yet somehow, the situation had flipped. This brat actually thought he could use him as a stepping stone? How could he tolerate that?
Siham exploded in fury!
This powerhouse had once been known for his hot temper. Even Saunders couldn't completely tame him—it had taken lessons from Cotto and Golovkin to finally humble him. Then again, anyone would quiet down after facing true champions…
But no matter what, it wasn't his place to be pushed around by some upstart rookie. With his pride deeply wounded, Siham summoned his old courage and met Jason Luo head-on, vowing to defend his honor to the death!
If Jason hadn't activated his Intermediate Offensive Title, he might have thought twice about the danger of a direct brawl—Siham's punches hit like iron. But now, retreating meant triggering a full Attribute reduction. There was no choice but to keep pressing forward.
To Siham, Jason's advance was pure defiance. Fine—let's settle it head-on!
At first, both showed some restraint—attack for defense, blow for blow, neither giving an inch.
But soon Jason realized that with his Attributes boosted, Siham's punches no longer carried the same threat. As long as they didn't land on a vital spot, he could take them. With that confidence, he dropped most of his defense and focused entirely on offense.
Siham noticed the shift and burned with anger. "This kid's acting tough in front of me?" Even though Jason's heavy punches now exceeded his tolerance, pride refused to let him back down. Gritting his teeth, he threw defense aside as well—he was gambling!
He bet that Jason would be the first to give in, the first to retreat.
And with that, the two heavy hitters went all out—no guards, no hesitation, just pure power. Matches like this were almost unheard of!
Sure, WWE might stage scenes like that—but those were performances. No one in real boxing could exchange like this for real. Yet here, every blow landed with explosive force—mist and blood spraying from the impact. The sound, the shock, the raw violence—it was overwhelming. The faint-hearted in the audience could barely watch!
An Intercontinental title bout had reached this level of madness!
The arena's energy completely exploded!
Reporters' cameras went wild, shutters firing nonstop as flashes lit up the venue.
Even the fans stopped shouting. Nobody knew who to cheer for anymore—they all stood silently, eyes locked on the ring.
"Hit him! Don't stop! Push harder!"
No one even knew which fighter they were rooting for.
Even the big names at ringside couldn't sit still. Whyte and Holyfield clenched their fists, holding their breath. Mayweather stood up, his breathing quickening—once a brawler himself, seeing this raw, primal battle reignited the fire of his youth…
But Siham had miscalculated.
He was giving everything he had, yet Jason Luo didn't move back—not even half a step!
No matter how strong Siham's courage or determination, they couldn't compare to Jason Luo's attribute surge.
Even with blood streaming from his nose and mouth, Siham couldn't shake him. Jason only grew fiercer, pushing him back one step at a time!
Jason was suffering too—his face was swollen and distorted. The system never lied: his overall rating was still only a B. Facing a world-class fighter like Siham was beyond his level.
But the boost from Victory in Adversity gave him just enough of an edge.
At that point, it wasn't just a test of strength—it was a battle of wills. Both men bit down on pain like it was candy, refusing to yield.
Finally, Siham broke first.
Not from cowardice, but because the relentless punishment had left him dizzy—he could barely see Jason's head clearly anymore. How could he keep fighting?
Once his spirit cracked, the rest followed. Siham's morale collapsed, and he began retreating under pressure, no longer daring to take punches head-on.
But Jason saw his hesitation and pressed even harder. "You're backing off now? Not a chance!"
He chased relentlessly, unleashing everything he had. His punches no longer followed any pattern—just raw instinct and fury, whatever worked, whatever hurt most.
When Siham backed away, the entire crowd erupted in shock!
Two thousand fans roared, their cheers shaking the arena. Jason Luo had taken control in this brutal slugfest, dominating through sheer willpower. It was exhilarating!
"Hell yeah! Who's next? Jason's unstoppable! Keep pushing—finish him off! Jason Luo, victory!"
"If I could fight like that just once, I could die happy! Jason, you're a legend now—you're my idol!"
Siham couldn't hold out any longer. His earlier power exchanges had drained his Stamina, and Jason's relentless offense left him scrambling, his technique falling apart.
Drawing from Tyson's style, Jason followed a series of brutal Liver Punches with powerful hooks. After several rounds, Siham's abdomen gave out—his guard collapsed completely.
An uppercut drove him into the ropes. Jason followed up—left hook, right hook, combination, uppercut, side hook, straight hook—turning Siham into a human punching bag.
The referee hesitated, then finally stepped in. Siham had lost the ability to fight back, and with plenty of time left in the round, there was no point continuing. The referee rushed in, shielding him and waving the fight off.
Freed from Jason's barrage, Siham slumped against the ropes, clutching his stomach in pain—then unexpectedly let out a loud fart, drawing stunned laughter from the crowd.
It all felt like a dream.
When the referee waved his hand to signal the end, thunderous applause filled the arena. No matter what the media said, the crowd respected strength—and Jason Luo's win tonight was flawless. A clean, fierce, head-on victory that left no doubts.
Raul jumped onto the ring, with Coach Brown following close behind. When the referee handed Jason the WBA North American Intercontinental Champion Gold Belt and raised his glove high, the atmosphere reached its peak.
At that moment, Jason Luo smiled—a proud, fulfilled smile. Yet with his swollen face and missing front tooth, the moment was both heroic and heartbreakingly raw.