Facing the sneers and jibes of the audience, Ye Chen remained composed. He understood the prejudice foreigners had against him, as well as their disdain. With a faint smile, he then kicked off with his legs, flipping directly into the air and onto the ring. As he did so, a burst of gasps erupted from the spectator seats. Compared to Jones's entrance, Ye Chen was clearly more relaxed and more stylish. He flipped onto the ring that was over a meter high, and with the addition of the guardrails, it totaled more than two meters, nearly three. He simply flipped up there with ease.
"Oh, God, this little Chinese dude seems to have some strength!" Everyone let out bursts of astonishment.
