摘要
Song Yadong,a chiseled fighter in his late teens with movie-star good looks and short,floppy hair,enters the cage to the sound of muted applause and a booming hip-hop soundtrack.The previous undercard matches,each consisting of three five-minute rounds,have so far failed to produce a true standout performance,and the interest of the predominantly male crowd has begun to wane.As the spotlight narrows across Hongkou Arena,a certain restlessness takes hold.
