Mercenary’s War

Chapter 2344 - 2320: Hit That Fat Guy

Whether friend or foe, battling with Li Jinfang is an extremely boring affair.

Real combat rarely involves the back-and-forth exchange for half an hour before deciding victory or defeat; that just doesn’t happen.

But the ability to decide victory in an instant, with a single move determining life or death, is also rare because it means one side is overwhelmingly stronger than the other.

When someone goes up and knocks the opponent down in one move, with such a disparity in strength that one side can effortlessly choose the exact force needed to knock someone out or even kill them, and can even control how long the opponent stays unconscious, the fight becomes pointless and dull.

The former Li Jinfang, after hitting someone, would still appear fierce, looking as if he might immediately pick another fight, while now, after defeating someone, Li Jinfang’s face was calm and kind.

This kind of invisible show-off is the most lethal.

Gao Yang, when using a gun, can achieve this level of invisible show-off, with a feeling that his gunmanship makes everyone else seem like trash, as if no one is different from an ant to him. This Great Grandmaster aura naturally makes people realize they are trash without any pretense.

But in fighting, Gao Yang’s moves are somewhat underhanded and can’t compare to Li Jinfang, so naturally, he can’t learn even if he tries.

At this moment, Li Jinfang stood there imposing, while Lavagani’s face couldn’t hold his composure.

His face turned blue, then white, then black, like a dye shop.

Li Jinfang showed no intent to spare anyone, he looked at the remaining four, yet none dared to challenge him.

No one responded, and since Lavagani remained silent, Li Jinfang sincerely said, "Why don’t you all come at once? I don’t mind."

Andy He couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning his head on Albert’s shoulder, pounding on his back, laughing as if someone squeezed his throat.

Many eyes fell on Andy He, so he raised his hand repeatedly saying, "Sorry, I just found it a bit funny, sorry, sorry."

Lavagani took a long breath, clapped first, and then said generously, "Impressive, truly terrific, but we can only have one opponent at a time, so it’s better to switch now."

At this point, one of Lavagani’s men stepped forward, eyes full of anger, glaring directly at the loghter-prone Andy He.

Realizing he was being targeted, Andy He lightly coughed twice, shoved Albert aside, puffed his chest and patted it, then stood forward, nodding, indicating to the one glaring at him to pick him.

Andy He was full of anticipation, but after Lavagani finished speaking, Li Jinfang casually nodded, pleasantly saying, "Switching? That’s fine."

Li Jinfang wandered over to Andy He and stood beside him. The one who was supposed to pick an opponent promptly shifted his focus away from Li Jinfang and now also dared not to confront Andy He, standing beside him.

Alarmed that his challenger turned away, Andy He urgently pushed Li Jinfang, urgently saying, "Get lost! Get out! Don’t stand here getting in the way!"

Upon hearing Andy He’s cries, the person became even less inclined to choose him.

His eyes scanned the crowd, finally landing on the short and chubby Tarta.

Lavagani now only wants victory, not revenge, instructing his men to avoid those who seem formidable, knowing that they must win all remaining four matches to regain some face. So they shouldn’t pick the formidable Glewatov, and should steer clear of the tall and strong Glolov and Albert.

Yet ironically, the person ends up choosing the Black Demon.

Tarta doesn’t look punchable—it’s his smile that’s slightly so—and at first glance his age shows, and his chubby stature does not seem agile, making him the logical choice for a fight.

Tarta seemed somewhat surprised, pointing to his nose, and his opponent nodded heavily.

Gao Yang covered his forehead with his hand, sighed lightly, and slightly shook his head. Seeing this, Lavagani and his upcoming challenger suddenly gained strong confidence.

Tarta wiped his nose, tightened his belt, and cheerfully walked into the yard.

Gao Yang turned to Glolov and quietly said, "Do you think it’s bad luck or poor judgment? At least pick you, right?"

Glolov whispered, "Stop it, I feel like I can’t beat them. I’m just a Machine Gunner, not a Fighter. What if they really choose me?"

Tarta walked into the area, pulling up his sleeves, gesturing at his opponent, provoking them.

Gao Yang really doesn’t know how skilled the Black Demon is in such fights, but he could never forget the encounter with Dusselyev in the elevator, that Old KGB agent. Several people beat him with sticks and gun butts, yet couldn’t take him down, leaving an extremely deep impression. Compared to Black Demon, Dusselyev is nothing.

The opponent delivered a punch, and Tarta stepped back, his footwork highly nimble, dancing back and forth across the floor, raising his fists, mimicking a boxer’s mocking footwork on stage.

"Want to use fists? You’ll need to be faster."

"Quicker, keep up the footwork."

"Aha, you nearly hit me, keep going, try again."

Tarta’s short and stout body darted left and right, non-stop, while keeping his fists raised but refusing to throw a punch. After dodging multiple heavy attacks from his opponent, even a fool would see he’s toying with them.

One has to admit, Tarta truly is an agile little fatty.

"Huff huff, keep going, keep going!"

The opponent threw another punch, and the loudly shouting Tarta ducked again. At this, Yarebin frowned, tapped his cane on the ground, and coughed.

Tarta glanced back, then immediately stopped, and when the opponent kicked again, Tarta swiftly landed a surprise kick to their shin, then ghost-like left punch connected with their nose, sending his opponent sprawling to the ground.

"Ahhhhhh..."

Tarta jumped back, rubbing his nose with his thumb, spreading his arms out, and then Gao Yang exclaimed, "Oh my! Bruce Lee!"