Divine Lucky Star
Chapter 650 - 649: War Wolf Squadron Scout Leng Feng, please advise!

Chapter 650: Chapter 649: War Wolf Squadron Scout Leng Feng, please advise!

"Yes!"

As soon as this voice rang out, everyone in the audience immediately turned their heads in that direction!

It was a young man, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, standing about 1.8 meters tall, with a physique that wasn’t particularly exaggerated; if one had to describe it, he resembled an ordinary person.

But the opponent was a two-meter-tall man with a yellow beard! Not to mention his well-developed muscles, if this kid went up, would he even be able to harm a single hair on the man’s body?

After all, Xia Jun’s strength was not weak, but he couldn’t break through the defense, so this young man...

"Who is this guy? Can he do it?"

"Who knows, I just saw him coming with the commander, looked pretty mysterious, maybe he’s skilled?"

"Skilled or not, it doesn’t matter; he looks too frail. Standing next to each other, he and the yellow-bearded man look like an adult and a child, how is this going to work?"

The crowd was quietly discussing when Wang Hao smiled slightly, not worried at all.

The bearded man, after looking at Wang Hao below the stage, hesitated for a moment and then suddenly burst into loud laughter!

"Hahahaha! He actually said he wants to challenge me!" The bearded man laughed heartily for a while, then slapped his thigh and bent over, speaking in the tone one uses with a child, "Kid, with that small frame of yours, can you handle it? Why don’t you come up here and let me let you hit me a couple of times just for show, how about that?"

After saying this, he straight-up ignored Wang Hao and directly addressed the other muscular soldiers, "Who else wants to come up and practice a bit?"

At this moment, without an order, those soldiers, though each of them wanted to enter the fray, even if it meant getting a bloody nose and a swollen face, had to obey the command which takes precedence over everything, so they couldn’t just jump into the ring.

"Who else wants to come up and practice a bit?" the bearded man repeated from the stage.

Still, no one responded.

The bearded man continued, "The soldiers of the Heavenly People’s Republic, you are really too weak. Don’t you even have someone with the courage to come up and practice a bit?"

The soldiers below were so angry that veins were popping out on their foreheads.

However, there was no way around it; their opponent’s strength was indeed too strong. Although they were furious, they still had to endure.

At that point, Wang Hao didn’t feel like wasting any more words and directly climbed onto the platform, "Stop calling out, I’m up here. How are we going to compete?"

"You? Hahaha! Do you really dare to come up?" The bearded man looked at Wang Hao again and burst out laughing once more! He walked over to Wang Hao and stood in front of him. Wang Hao had to look up to meet his gaze. Pointing at Wang Hao, the bearded man turned to his colleagues below and laughed, "Hey, guys, look at this kid actually coming up. What should I do?"

"What can you do?" The guy with the ponytail shrugged his shoulders, his chest muscles twitching, "Let him have a try, I think you could consider letting him hit for about five minutes first." He was as robust as a wild ox, his muscles quivering as he spoke.

"No," the man with the phoenix tattoo on his arm looked disdainfully at Wang Hao, then said to the bearded man, "Make it ten minutes."

Ten minutes!

These guys were outrageously arrogant!

They meant for the bearded man not to retaliate, letting Wang Hao strike first for ten minutes!

This was outright disregard!

"These guys are despicable!"

"Commander, let me go! I’d rather die than let them humiliate us like this!"

"Yes, Commander, please let us go. This young brother doesn’t have the physique to fight them! Commander!"

Listening to the soldiers’ roars, the commander slightly pressed his hand down, then turned to Wang Hao saying, "Little Wang, you alright? Introduce yourself first."

"Alright," Wang Hao nodded and then turned around, looked at the bearded man, and loudly said, "Heavenly People’s Liberation Army, Southeast War Zone, Special Operations Brigade, War Wolf Squad, scout Leng Feng, pleased to meet you!"

As soon as he shouted this, everyone below was stunned!

The Heavenly People’s Liberation Army, Southeast War Zone, Special Operations Brigade, War Wolf Squad? What kind of unit is that? It seemed like they had never heard of it...

"What squad? War Wolf? Does our country even have this unit?"

"I don’t think I’ve heard of it... perhaps it doesn’t exist?"

"War Wolf? War Wolf... I remember now, that’s from that movie claimed to be the hundred-billion-bet, the military-themed movie named War Wolf, featuring a protagonist named Leng Feng!"

"Really? Is there really such a person? Wait... isn’t this guy the director of War Wolf, Wang Hao?"

"Isn’t it really him?"

The people were buzzing with discussions. Just then, the commander, sitting in his chair, looked at Wang Hao and raised his thumb in approval—this kid knew how to seize the opportunity. Bringing out such a title at this moment, hehe...

"What the heck? War Wolf?" The bearded man, eyes wide, stared at Wang Hao and suddenly burst into even louder laughter, which became increasingly exaggerated until he finally sat on the ground, clutching his stomach, pointing at Wang Hao, and laughing, "You? The War Wolf?! Hahaha! With that little frame, you should be called a battle dog, hahaha!"

The man with braids also burst into laughter and said, "I guess War Wolf is out of the question, but Husky might be about right!"

The leader of the team, a man with a Phoenix tattoo, walked over and leaned on the ropes of the ring, scoffing with disdain, "War Wolf? More like War Husky."

At this moment, the situation in the field became incredibly delicate.

Almost everyone did not have high hopes for Wang Hao, as the physical disparity between the two was simply too great.

"Calling him War Husky works too," Wang Hao didn’t mind at all, chuckling as he said, "Huskies are actually quite cute, haha..." Then he called out to someone nearby, "Hey, brother, could you throw me a pair of boxing gloves?"

"Ah? Boxing gloves?" That was a boxing coach who was momentarily stunned upon hearing this. After a brief pause, he threw the gloves up to Wang Hao, "Catch!"

"Alright," Wang Hao grabbed the boxing gloves and prepared to put them on, "Better to wear these for safety..."

"Boxing gloves?" The man with the yellow beard glanced and laughed again, "Kid, what, you want me to wear these? Fine by me, otherwise I might just kill or cripple you with one punch, and that wouldn’t be good..."

As he said this and reached to take the gloves, Wang Hao had already put them on, "Oh, I think there might be a bit of a misunderstanding. What I meant was that it’ll be safer for you after I put these on."

What?! What did he just say?!

Everyone was stunned! Did we hear this young man right?!

He actually said putting them on was for Yellow Beard’s safety?!

"Kid, you’re really arrogant!" Yellow Beard finally understood, fuming, "Alright, today I want to see what you’re capable of!" He slapped his own shoulder vigorously and roared, "Come on! If I even frown during the next ten minutes, consider it my loss!"

Just as they were about to start, Wang Hao put on the boxing gloves. Xia Jun, who had just stepped off the platform, came up to the commander and frowned, "This is tricky. I didn’t wear anything just now and was stronger than wearing boxing gloves, unable to break through the defense. Little Leng wearing gloves now makes it even harder to knock him down..."

At that moment, everyone’s attention was fixed on Wang Hao.

In front of him stood the insurmountable Yellow Beard, and he was wearing boxing gloves. Could he really do it?

"Are you ready?" Wang Hao still sported a cheeky grin, looking absolutely harmless, "If you’re ready, I’m going to make a move."

"Preparation against you?" Yellow Beard laughed loudly, then patted his chest, "Come on, cute Husky, let’s see how capable you are."

"Okay." Wang Hao nodded, but then his expression suddenly turned serious and he took a deep breath.

The whole venue was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Wang Hao trod with a mysterious rhythm, gently stepping on the floor of the ring, bizarrely timing each step perfectly between Yellow Beard’s inhales and exhales, seemingly controlling his breathing rhythm unknowingly.

With each step, Wang Hao’s aura grew stronger, and after five steps, each step resonated like a muffled thunder, striking awe into the hearts.

"Hmm?" The man with the Phoenix tattoo watched Wang Hao’s steps and suddenly his expression turned serious.

"This is strange," Yellow Beard was also extremely shocked, no longer treating the situation as a joke.

Focused solely on his steps, Wang Hao’s eyes brightened limitlessly, perceiving the beauty of the environment that he usually didn’t care much about, every piece of equipment, each floor tile, every beam of light, each containing a universe within, a perennial truth that transcended the beauty of the objects themselves.

The truth of Existence.

In that moment, through Wang Hao’s eyes, everything seemed infinitely beautiful.

An indescribable joy rose from his heart. It was a euphoria of mastering everything despite not caring about anything.

Control.

By then, Wang Hao had just taken the eighth step, standing before Yellow Beard, his young figure like a mountain that no one could surpass. Then he lightly stepped forward with his left foot, creating a thunderous boom, shaking the hall and terrifying everyone with its power.

Only then did Wang Hao slowly clench his right hand, his eyes blazing, twisting his waist and channeling his strength to punch at Yellow Beard’s chest.

His movement, as perceived by the spectators, seemed extremely slow, every minuscule difference and trajectory of the fist and body movement clearly displayed before their eyes, yet everyone knew that his punch was almost as fast as a bullet.

The contradiction between time and space, the difference between visual and mental perception, made everyone feel an unbearable tightness in their chests, nearly driving them mad.

In a flash, the fist connected with Yellow Beard’s chest.

It sounded paradoxical, the punch should hit the chest, but everyone felt as if the fist and chest struck each other simultaneously.

"Boom!"

A sonic boom erupted, a blast of air rolled out from the point of contact between the fist and the chest, the air on either side seemed to ripple, sending a visible shockwave radiating outward, whirling furiously.

Time seemed to stop.

The scene appeared frozen.

Just when everyone held their breath, they saw Yellow Beard’s huge body being shot up like a cannonball, crashing into the ring’s railings with a "crack," the railings unable to withstand the ferocious power and breaking apart.

Yellow Beard’s body flew out another six or seven meters, making a thunderous sound as he rolled across the ground several times, finally coming to a stop.