Chapter 1581 - 794: Winning in One Move! (Part 2)

Chapter 1581: Chapter 794: Winning in One Move! (Part 2)

Ye Liebiao was taken aback upon hearing this. You must know that this person is the best fighter at their base, even slightly stronger than him. Of course, publicly, Ye Liebiao always claims to be the best fighter of the Phoenix Mercenary Corps.

It’s just that this person considers his status as the leader and gives him a bit of leeway, so Ye Liebiao dares to say so.

Got it, since the other side is now sending out their strongest, we can go with weak against strong, strong against medium, and medium against weak.

Isn’t this the famous ancient Tian Ji horse racing strategy?

This little trick, Ye Liebiao, the leader, naturally thought of it.

But his plan was doomed from the start, because he was wrong in his thinking; Tyson is not the strongest person on the other side, Lin Beichen is.

As for who among Tyson and Hu Zi has better fighting skills, Lin Beichen doesn’t really know, as the two have never competed.

Then, Ye Liebiao sent another person from behind him to face Tyson.

This person ranks third in fighting strength at their base, and Ye Liebiao didn’t expect him to beat Tyson, as it’s a weak against strong matchup.

Therefore, he just told his subordinate to do his best and not to lose too badly.

This person also knew well Tyson’s prowess, understanding that he had virtually no chance of winning, so he didn’t argue with the leader, just nodded and anxiously walked towards Tyson.

"Zhou Sheng, aren’t you the best fighter at your base?"

"Why send him to fight me?"

Tyson said somewhat displeased.

The opponent actually sent an unknown minor character to spar with him; can it be an exciting match?

"Hmph, am I not good enough?"

"Don’t underestimate people." Seeing Tyson completely disregarding him, this man got angry.

Regardless of whether the match had started or not, he directly launched a punch at Tyson.

Tyson laughed: "Haha, just in time."

"You’ve got some nerve."

He followed up with a punch of his own.

The two fists collided, Tyson shook his hand and laughed: "You’ve got some skills!"

The pain in Tyson’s fist gradually faded, but the opponent was miserable.

A large area on his fist turned red, looking like it was going to swell.

Yet it’s just one swollen fist, and this person refused to admit defeat, raised the other hand, and swung at Tyson.

Seeing the opponent obviously not as strong, yet still forcing it, Tyson’s expression sank: "You’re courting death."

He then rushed forward, dodged the opponent’s fist, grabbed his waist, and forcefully threw him out.

The opponent fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up from the pain.

"Take him down for treatment." Ye Liebiao said with a gloomy expression.

He hadn’t thought that his man would be defeated in just two moves and unable to get up.

This was truly a humiliation, making him even more ashamed.

Unable to stand his ground in front of Lin Beichen.

"Woohoo, Tyson!"

"Tyson!"

The subordinates of Lin Beichen also started cheering loudly.

While Ye Liebiao’s subordinates were all silent, not daring to say a word.

"Eh, really boring." Tyson waved his hand and then stepped down.

Following that, Lin Beichen looked at Hu Zi: "Hu Zi, you’re up for the second match."

Hu Zi nodded, walked forward, and looked at Ye Liebiao.

Although he didn’t speak, the meaning was clear enough.

Urging the opponent to send someone to the fight.

Ye Liebiao glanced at the burly man behind him who had sparred with Tyson.

He thought Hu Zi should be the medium strength person of the opponent, so by sending out the strongest from his side, the chance of winning was high.

It was finally time to avenge past humiliations, and Ye Liebiao was overfilled with excitement.

On the stage, Zhou Sheng also stepped forward, facing Hu Zi.

Hu Zi squinted slightly, moved his arms a bit, and got serious.

Because it’s said that although this person isn’t a match for Tyson, he can spar several moves with Tyson; Hu Zi must not take it lightly.

Losing is a minor issue, being looked down upon by Lin Beichen is the major concern.

"Brother, I’ll make my move then, be careful."

Having said this, Hu Zi’s big hands were already grabbing at the opponent’s shoulders.

Zhou Sheng naturally wouldn’t let the opponent succeed easily, raised his foot, and kicked toward Hu Zi.

Seeing it, Hu Zi didn’t dodge, instead yelling: "Good!"

He directly grabbed the opponent’s foot with his hand, holding it tightly.

Zhou Sheng frowned, bad luck.

He didn’t expect the opponent to dare to catch his foot with his hand, and not only caught it but also gripped it, not letting him escape.

He wanted to forcefully retract his foot, but Hu Zi didn’t give him the chance, grabbed his foot and flung Zhou Sheng out.

Zhou Sheng fell to the ground, but the force of the fling wasn’t strong enough; Zhou Sheng only suffered minor injuries, nothing serious.

So he quickly flipped up and stood warily, ready for Hu Zi to continue his advance.

Ye Liebiao watched anxiously from the side, he thought Zhou Sheng was already finished; fortunately not.

The people from the Wolf Fang Mercenary Corps cheered for Hu Zi: "Brother Tiger, well done!"

"With that throw, you made him eat dirt."

"Hahaha, brother, your description is spot-on."

Hearing the mocking laughter, Zhou Sheng felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Take this!"

Then he shouted, boosting his own momentum, and charged forward aggressively.

He suddenly closed in on Hu Zi, launching a punch.

Hu Zi certainly wouldn’t sit idly by, also punched back.

Even though Hu Zi had gained the upper hand earlier, this is not a fight to the death; he didn’t strike with lethal force.

Therefore, if the gap in their abilities isn’t ridiculously wide, like Tyson and his previous opponent, to determine the winner it comes down to who has better endurance and physical strength.

In an instant, the two were entangled, exchanging blows, punches meeting kicks.

Dodgable attacks are dodged, while unavoidable ones are endured, countering swiftly to make the opponent suffer too.

This intense close combat made the onlookers’ blood boil, shouting and cheering alongside.

"Zhou Sheng, come on, win one for the Phoenix Mercenary Corps."

Indeed, so far four matches have been fought, three shooting matches and one fight, with not a single win. If they lose this one too, there’s no point in continuing—them wanting to just concede defeat, avoiding further humiliation.

"Brother Tiger, go for it!"

"Show them the prowess of our Wolf Fang Mercenary Corps!"

In the midst of continuous cheering, Hu Zi and Zhou Sheng’s fight grew even fiercer.

Then, both simultaneously kicked each other, being knocked back by the force of each other’s kicks, falling to the ground hard, temporarily separating.

But Lin Beichen knew that once both got up, the moment of truth to decisively determine a winner would come.

Ye Liebiao breathed heavily, a faint ominous feeling crept into his heart; how this opponent also seemed so powerful.

His sense of similar strength as Tyson in the previous match.

Soon, Hu Zi and Zhou Sheng swiftly got up.

Though from this round of simultaneous falling and getting up, some clues were still evident.

Hu Zi got up noticeably faster than Zhou Sheng.

From this detail, Lin Beichen had already concluded that Hu Zi would win.

Just as expected, when they charged at each other again, Zhou Sheng made a neglectful mistake, allowing Hu Zi to seize the opportunity to slip behind him.

Hu Zi then delivered an Iron Mountain Lean, sending Zhou Sheng flying out.

This time, Zhou Sheng was flung further than when Hu Zi had previously thrown him, with much greater force.

"Ugh—"

Zhou Sheng landed heavily, his body struggled to get up, but with his effort, his hands uncontrollably trembled slightly, and then he lay back on the ground.

Ye Liebiao watched with his eyes almost red with urgency, as if he wanted to rush up and pull Zhou Sheng up immediately.

But he knew doing that would certainly be considered a violation, ending the contest, allowing for a straight defeat.

After a while, Zhou Sheng still hadn’t gotten up, instead lying motionless on the ground. Ye Liebiao knew he had already lost, and further hesitation was pointless.

"Sigh, take Zhou Sheng down for recovery." Ye Liebiao said weakly, waving his hand.