Chapter 1073 1173. Rebellious Audience
Odis’s ‘Thanksgiving Plan’ was helplessly terminated when he came to the corridor of the lounge where Nie Wei was.
Nie Wei did not have a professional team, but he had bodyguards. In order to prevent reporters from sneaking into the lounge to disturb Nie Wei, Cheng Zimo brought all twelve members of Nie Wei’s bodyguard team, and transferred eight security guards from the crew, making up a total of twenty people.
As a result, when Odis walked here, he saw a group of tough men in black suits and sunglasses standing in a row along the corridor, and he was immediately stopped.
This scene frightened him so much that he didn’t dare to say that he was McGregor’s agent. He just said that he was a spectator who got lost, and then turned around and ran away.
Although Cheng Zimo thought this guy was a little weird, he didn’t ask anyone to chase him and ask him clearly. After all, maintaining a stable environment is the most important thing at this time.
On the way back, Odis felt more and more embarrassed and suffocated the more he thought about it.
Back in McGregor's lounge, Audis said to McGregor, who was receiving muscle relaxation from a masseur, "Brother, don't end the fight too quickly in the ring. Remember to humiliate that guy."
"What's wrong with you?" McGregor glanced at Audis and asked.
Audis rolled his eyes and replied, "It's still that guy named Nie Wei. I went to say hello, but he actually looked down on us and said he would beat you to a pulp in the ring. I was so angry."
"Really?" McGregor was not stupid. He looked at Audis suspiciously and felt that this guy must not be telling the truth, or at least exaggerated.
"Okay, I admit that it's a bit exaggerated, but it's true that the other party didn't take you seriously."
McGregor didn't believe what Audis said. He believed that Audis wanted to ask Nie Wei for a reward but was rejected, so he became so angry.
McGregor wondered if he should change to a more obedient agent. The timid and greedy man in front of him was really not a qualified partner.
However, he felt that it was necessary to put Audis' words into practice.
"Don't worry, I will play two rounds with him. After all, so many people have bought tickets to enter the venue. If it ends after only three seconds, I am afraid that the audience will complain and refund the tickets, hahahaha."
"Hahahaha, that's right, McGregor, you are so right. You are like a cat catching a mouse. You will swallow it after playing enough. You must squeeze out its value."
There was a burst of arrogant laughter in the lounge. McGregor, Odis, masseurs, tactical analysts, etc. Everyone in this team was laughing. How relaxing and enjoyable it would be to laugh for a while.
On the other side, Nie Wei's lounge was very quiet. Nie Wei was meditating on a bench, while Shu Chang was quietly calling Su Qing and Zhou Aiguo who were far away in China to reassure the two elders.
"Changchang, remember to tell Nie Wei to be careful and not to show off if you can't win. Face is not as important as health."
"I remember that boxing coaches can throw a white handkerchief to admit defeat in the audience. If you see that the situation is not right and the kid doesn't agree to leave the stage, you can throw the handkerchief. If he gets angry with you, you can ask him to come to us and say that we let him do it."
"Tell me, why is this kid so stubborn? What good will come from fighting with that kind of person?"
Faced with the nagging of the two elders, Shu Chang seemed very patient and answered them very seriously. He also patiently comforted the two elders and reassured them.
The call lasted for almost half an hour before Shu Chang hung up.
Looking back, looking at Nie Wei who was still meditating and adjusting his state, Shu Chang looked at him worriedly, but did not say anything to stop him. At this point, things were out of control. All Shu Chang could do was not to disturb Nie Wei and let him concentrate on the upcoming battle.
Ten minutes later, Cheng Zimo brought two UFC staff members to Nie Wei's lounge.
"Mr. Nie, since you are not a UFC professional, we have to ask McGregor for permission to fight this time, and we have relaxed some of the rules and conditions, but there are still some precautions that you need to pay attention to. I will tell you here."
"Please tell me." Nie Wei said.
"First of all, you can't hit your opponent with your head, you can't dig your eyes, pull your hair, etc., you are not allowed to spit at your opponent, you are not allowed to provoke your opponent with words on the ring, and you are not allowed to attack the crotch..."
The staff member spent more than ten minutes to simply explain the fouls and fighting scores to Nie Wei.
"That's about it. In addition, do you need professional protective gear? If you do, we are willing to provide it to you." The staff member asked again.
"Does McGregor use protective gear?"
"No, our UFC professional players all fight without protective gear."
"Oh, then I don't need it either."
Nie Wei politely rejected the staff member's kindness and signaled that he could leave. Seeing Nie Wei insisting on not having protective gear, the staff member shook his head, thinking that Nie Wei was too young to save face, and he didn't agree with Nie Wei's choice in his heart.
After exiting Nie Wei's lounge, the staff member whispered to his colleague, "I think the guy inside might get beaten up badly."
"It's not a possibility, it's a certainty." Another person replied with a snicker.
In their opinion, this was a fight that shouldn't have happened. Their staff members were privately saying that Nie Wei accepted the fight because he was young and hot-tempered. Just look at the fact that he just refused to wear protective gear. He even specifically asked McGregor if he needed protective gear. When he heard that McGregor didn't need it, he immediately refused. In their opinion, this further proved that Nie Wei accepted the fight because he was young and hot-tempered.
Little did they know that Nie Wei just didn't want the media or McGregor's fans to blame the protective gear for his victory when he won. Moreover, wearing protective gear can easily affect his movements.
Half an hour passed unknowingly, and another staff member came over, but this time, Nie Wei was asked to go on stage.
Nie Wei changed his pants, put on a cape, and followed the staff to the ring. Just as he was about to go out, he felt someone pulling him from behind. Looking back, it was Shu Chang with tears in his eyes.
"Don't worry, I will protect myself." Nie Wei turned around and gave Shu Chang a hug.
"Well, I'll be waiting for your victory downstairs." Shu Chang resisted the urge to keep Nie Wei, silently endured the fear, and said the most sincere words of encouragement.
"Definitely." Nie Wei made a promise, kissed Shu Chang's forehead gently, and then turned around and stepped onto the ring without hesitation. Cheng Zimo and a group of bodyguards followed closely behind. The staff wanted to reach out to stop these people, but they didn't dare to say it because they felt their murderous aura.
The group walked towards the ring in a mighty manner, listening to the noise gradually getting louder in their ears, and the scenery behind the bright beam at the end of the corridor became clearer and clearer.
When Nie Wei walked a little further, he finally saw the UFC's iconic fighting arena octagonal cage.
When Nie Wei saw this octagonal cage, the first thing he thought of was the Colosseum, where the players collided with their flesh and blood to create sparks and ignite the wildest passion in the audience's heart. This is derived from the most primitive bloodthirsty charm hidden deep in the bones of human beings.
The moment Nie Wei appeared, the whole audience booed.
After all, this is McGregor's home court. He is the fighting star of UFC. The halo of Nie Wei, a big director and a big star, not only does not play the role of a star halo here, but also becomes an important reason for the audience to despise him.
It can be said that except for some fans of Nie Wei, all the other audiences at the scene are not optimistic about Nie Wei.
Nie Wei's group of bodyguards were stopped by the staff with cold sweats at the exit. Only Cheng Zimo was allowed to accompany Nie Wei to the ring. Listening to the boos from the audience, Cheng Zimo clenched his fists, wishing to catch those audiences who booed Nie Wei one by one and beat them up.
In sharp contrast to Nie Wei, when McGregor appeared on the stage, the scene cheered, and some audiences were even so excited that they stood up and howled loudly, which shows how popular McGregor is here.
McGregor walked into the octagonal cage, looked at Nie Wei provocatively, and then raised his thumbs to Nie Wei. Just when everyone was wondering why McGregor was praising this Chinese, McGregor's thumbs suddenly nodded downward, expressing his contempt for Nie Wei very clearly.
The audience couldn't help but get excited again, and they shouted loudly. Nie Wei had a very good hearing ability. In the noise, most of them were cursing some dirty words, asking McGregor to beat him hard.
Nie Wei was unmoved by these shouting or provocations, but just sat quietly in the corner, waiting for the game to start.
At this moment, there was still a host in the octagonal cage who was talking endlessly. In short, he was mobilizing the atmosphere on the scene, but it was unknown whether this person was intentional. He praised McGregor for a while, and then praised Nie Wei for a while. However, every time he praised McGregor, the scene was full of enthusiastic cheers, but when it came to Nie Wei, it was sparse.
With such a sharp contrast, if someone with poor psychological quality was replaced, I'm afraid he would inevitably feel disappointed before the fight.
"UFC really does everything possible." Nie Wei could guess with his heels that such an obvious method must be instructed by the UFC League, in order to make this "show" in their eyes a wonderful effect.
"But these people are too confident, so sure that McGregor will win?" Among the audience, two audience members hiding in the corner seemed particularly calm in such a fanatical atmosphere. Looking at the host in the venue manipulating the atmosphere, one of them couldn't help but ask his companion beside him.
"You can see it by looking at the odds of the betting company. Nie Wei's odds are almost more than 50-1."
"If Nie Wei wins, won't those who bet on him make a fortune?"
"But do you think the people in the betting company are stupid? Since they offer such odds, it means that Nie Wei will lose."
"That's not necessarily true. Wait, I'll bet a thousand dollars on Nie Wei to win."
Nie Wei in the octagonal cage didn't know that there was a young man who really stood on his side with his youthful vigor. The annoying host finally finished his speech, and the referee also walked to the center of the ring, signaling both players to get ready.
The atmosphere at the scene also became quiet at this time, and everyone watched Nie Wei and McGregor walk to the center of the stage.
"Nie Wei has a great figure." After the two stood still, many women who were watching the live broadcast at this time suddenly sighed in their hearts.
Although McGreg is also full of muscles and looks even stronger than Nie Wei, Nie Wei's streamlined muscles are obviously more attractive and not thick at all. They are more like the body of those handsome men in ancient Greece. They look shiny and beautiful.
However, in the eyes of the audience, Nie Wei's muscles are beautiful, but they look far less solid than McGreg's small tank. The two are like a sports car and a small tank. Although the latter is not good-looking, it can at least withstand collisions. Although the former is beautiful, it will break into pieces when it is hit.
"Both sides are ready." As the referee signaled, Nie Wei and McGreg walked to the center of the ring. McGreg looked at Nie Wei with a cruel expression.
"Start!"
With the referee's order, the fight finally began.
In the first second, McGreg did not move, but just stared at Nie Wei.
In the second second, the two began to turn slowly, their eyes still fixed on each other, and no one relaxed.
In the third second, McGregor took a tentative step forward, and Nie Wei retreated urgently. Seeing Nie Wei's reaction, McGregor grinned and mocked, then provocatively moved away the hand that was blocking in front of him, and prepared to hook his finger provocatively at Nie Wei.
But at the moment when McGregor moved his arm away, Nie Wei moved.
If anyone has read "The Art of War", they will definitely use the four words "moving like thunder" to describe Nie Wei's move. McGregor was even stunned by this swift attack for a moment. In this moment, Nie Wei had already jumped in front of McGregor and punched him in the face.
McGregor is indeed a top fighter among professional fighters. Although he was startled by Nie Wei's sudden attack, he still reacted at the critical moment and hurriedly wanted to retract his arm to block Nie Wei's fist. It's just that he reacted quickly, but Nie Wei's fist was faster.
McGregor only felt an air explosion, and then a sharp pain came from his nose. His defensive posture, which had been distorted by the provocation, completely collapsed at this moment.
"Lie down!" With a roar, Nie Wei changed his fist to an elbow and rushed directly into McGregor's chest. In front of everyone at the scene, McGregor, who was regarded as the king of fighting, was directly hit by Nie Wei's elbow and fell to the ground like a rag sack.
At this moment, less than seven seconds had passed since the fight began.
Seven seconds ago, everyone thought that Nie Wei would definitely be beaten, but seven seconds later, everyone at the scene was speechless, and even the referee on the side forgot to rush into the ring to check on McGregor's situation as soon as possible.
Only Nie Wei, with his back to McGregor lying on the ground, stretched his arms to the sky and clenched his fists tightly.
The next second, everyone at the scene "rebelled", and the cheers for Nie Wei resounded throughout the venue.
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