Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1357: 1,340 Ram Demon King

Chapter 1357: Chapter 1,340 Ram Demon King

According to UFC rules, a fighter is not considered defeated if knocked off the ring, and can return to continue fighting. Of course, the fighter who knocked him off can also follow down to continue the beatdown.

Having been reminded by Li Jinfang, and considering the situation of Li Jinfang and Park Geun-hoon, the referee, after coming to his senses, didn’t hesitate to grab Li Jinfang’s arm and raise it high.

“Janice Zhang seems really angry, so he swiftly ended the fight. It’s strange, why is Janice so angry? Let’s look at the slow-motion replay. Oh! Haha, Park Geun-hoon is spitting at him. Is this Park Geun-hoon’s final ultimate move for victory?”

When Li Jinfang’s hand was raised, the whole stadium went crazy. They’ve seen many fights, and many matches, but seeing a fight done so glamorously was definitely a first.

Li Jinfang and Park Geun-hoon dragged and scraped on the stage, and the time barely reached ten minutes, but even those ten minutes alone made the audience feel they got their money’s worth.

Gao Yang stood up and lightly applauded Li Jinfang.

Li Jinfang quickly returned to stand in front of Gao Yang, hugged his fist with a loud clap, and shouted: “Master!”

In front of several cameras, Gao Yang nodded significantly, patted Li Jinfang’s shoulder, and then shouted loudly: “Hmm, not bad. But, your technique has a slight issue, come closer for advice.”

With a mask on his face, Gao Yang wasn’t worried about showing expressions. He wrapped his arm around Li Jinfang’s shoulder, his face beneath the mask extremely ferocious, and voiced in a tone of extreme resentment: “Idiot! You’ve screwed me over! You’ve made the scene so big, the atmosphere so hyped up. How am I supposed to follow this? Now look at this scene, how am I supposed to follow it?”

Li Jinfang quietly said: “Sorry, got carried away for a moment. Couldn’t hold back, but you’re the one who told me to humiliate him. I’ve finished, it’s not fair for you to blame me now.”

Gao Yang nodded repeatedly and said: “Alright, hurry up and give me some instructions, how can I fight without looking too bad?”

Li Jinfang said seriously: “With your limited skills, winning would be sheer luck. Don’t worry about looking bad or not. Remember what I taught you these two days, find an opportunity and KO him. Otherwise, no matter how you fight, it’s embarrassing. Anyway, hurry and get up there while Jin Jizhe hasn’t recovered yet.”

Though it looked like Gao Yang was instructing Li Jinfang who kept nodding his head, it was actually Li Jinfang who was giving Gao Yang urgent strategic advice, and Gao Yang patted Li Jinfang’s shoulder, then quickly stepped onto the ring.

As Gao Yang went up, the host returned to the ring. Gao Yang stepped onto the stage, and the host immediately thrust the microphone towards him, eagerly saying: “Great Demon King, are you satisfied with your disciple’s performance?”

Gao Yang shook his head at the host and said: “It’s not Great Demon King. My correct name sequence is Wang Damo, ‘Da’ for Big, ‘Mo’ for Desert. But if you want to call me Great Demon King, I don’t really mind. As for Janice Zhang, I am rather satisfied with his performance.”

Of course, Wang Damo was Gao Yang’s alias, and he wanted the effect of having his name pronounced at the front. As for Janice Zhang, once said slowly, people would understand why Gao Yang insisted on giving Li Jinfang this pseudonym.

Upon hearing Gao Yang’s banter with the host on stage, Huaxia people present burst into laughter, including the viewers far away in Huaxia and those who came to see Gao Yang live.

Yelena understood Chinese and couldn’t help but laugh immediately, while Adele sitting beside her had a puzzled expression and said: “What are you laughing about? Is Gao’s comment that funny?”

Yelena explained with a chuckle: “Well, saying his name in English sounds normal, but in Chinese, his name seems, well, like Big Devil, King of Devils, he is basically Satan, if you understand it that way.”

Adele suddenly understood, then frowned and said: “Is using differing pronunciations across languages to achieve this effect that amusing?”

Yelena waved her hand and said: “Ah, you don’t understand. Your brain can’t comprehend this.”

Normal people could understand Gao Yang’s effort here. Eileen laughed exaggeratedly, clapped her thigh, and said quietly to the people beside her: “Haha, I’ve awaited this moment for so long, Ram Demon King, that’s hilarious.”

Some understood, some didn’t, but Gao Yang only cared about achieving his desired effect.

While talking, Gao Yang of course didn’t forget to observe Jin Jizhe, who was still hesitating and had not yet stepped onto the stage.

On the stage, Gao Yang babbled nonsense, explained to the host and audience what technique Li Jinfang used, and what Neijiaquan was about. Meanwhile, he was praying internally that Jin Jizhe wouldn’t get on stage, and best case, that Jin Jizhe was so intimidated by Li Jinfang that he wouldn’t dare to fight him and would directly admit defeat – that would be perfect.

Even if Li Jinfang’s victory was dazzling, it didn’t matter; ultimately, it depended on the match outcome between Gao Yang and Jin Jizhe. Not to mention, the tens of millions of US Dollars profit could only be reached through winning.

Gao Yang wanted to win and really wanted the money, so he prayed that Jin Jizhe would concede voluntarily. Because if Jin Jizhe really stepped in, the audience would understand that the so-called master was far inferior to his disciple, and losing out on millions of US Dollars would be the real loss.

So, Gao Yang didn’t provoke Jin Jizhe, but unfortunately, after a moment of chaos, Jin Jizhe, who finally settled Park Geun-hoon down, still walked up to the ring with a stern face.

The host was also oblivious. Jin Jizhe’s face was so dark that it could drip water, yet he still shoved the microphone in front of Jin Jizhe’s face and loudly asked, “Jin Jizhe, do you have anything to say about the match that just ended?”

Jin Jizhe paused for a moment, then impatiently pushed away the microphone, pointed at Gao Yang, and shouted sternly, “Enough talk, I must defeat you!”

Gao Yang didn’t speak and stared intensely at Jin Jizhe. He walked up in front of Jin Jizhe and stood face to face with him, then slowly extended a fist.

Gao Yang’s fist was already very close to Jin Jizhe’s nose. He slowly opened his hand until his fingertips were almost touching Jin Jizhe’s nose, palm up, and then bent his fingers, loudly saying, “Come on!”

The host left the stage, and the referee explained some key points to both of them. This was supposed to be a moment of mutual greeting to show goodwill, but Gao Yang and Jin Jizhe both returned to their respective corners and turned to stare at each other.

The referee waved his hand and shouted, “Begin.”

Gao Yang took three steps forward, and Jin Jizhe also took three steps forward. Then, as if prearranged, the two stood still in their places.

Gao Yang stood rooted on the ground; he couldn’t move forward anymore. If he got closer to Jin Jizhe and reached the right distance, deciding whether or not to strike would be a major issue. If he struck, the few moves he knew might not be enough. He had confidence in a groin kick to knock down Jin Jizhe, but doing so would mean a serious foul and loss. Without the groin kick, Gao Yang dared not make the first move at all.

Gao Yang’s plan was to make Jin Jizhe attack first, and then see if there was a chance to hit Jin Jizhe hard while dodging. If there was no chance, he would keep dodging until an opportunity arose.

Hence, Gao Yang wasn’t moving because he didn’t dare to move forward.

As for Jin Jizhe, he too didn’t dare to move. Even though he believed Li Jinfang couldn’t be Gao Yang’s disciple, Li Jinfang had indeed scared Jin Jizhe. Even though Gao Yang might not be as formidable as Li Jinfang, Jin Jizhe had no way of knowing just how skilled Gao Yang was.

Jin Jizhe was frightened by Li Jinfang, so he planned to wait for Gao Yang to strike first, looking for an opportunity to counterattack. In summary, Jin Jizhe wasn’t too keen on attacking voluntarily either.

Both had the same plan, so after three steps, neither was willing to advance.

They stared at each other for over a minute, both Big Eye and Little Eye. Gao Yang was dumbfounded, and Jin Jizhe also seemed somewhat at a loss. As for the audience, they were even more stunned. An unrestricted fighting competition where neither contestant wanted to step forward—who had ever seen such a scene?

To move forward would mean to attack first. So Gao Yang firmly decided he would absolutely not take another step forward. But he realized Jin Jizhe seemed to have the same plan.

Neither of them moved. The referee looked left and right, then walked between the two and once again signaled the start of the match.

The two still didn’t budge.

Some sparse booing began among the audience. Gao Yang felt cold sweat starting to trickle from his forehead, but fortunately, he was wearing a mask, so even if he was sweating, no one could see it. So he simply folded his arms behind his back, bounced his right foot, then nodded his head, signaling for Jin Jizhe to come at him.

Sweat also began to appear on Jin Jizhe’s face. Gao Yang thought he could certainly outlast Jin Jizhe. For a mercenary, needing to save face while suffering wasn’t something that would happen to him. Besides, he was a marksman and sniper. Even if his patience was less than Cui Bo’s, it was certainly more than Jin Jizhe’s.

Gao Yang was very confident, believing he could definitely drag Jin Jizhe into confusion. But he soon realized that the older, the wiser; and when it came down to it, the thicker the skin. Jin Jizhe made a move, but unfortunately, it was with his mouth and not his legs.

“According to our customs, those with higher status let those with lower status make the first move. The older ones also need to yield to the younger ones. So come on, I’ll let you make the first move!”

Gao Yang was taken aback for a moment, but his mind quickly caught up. So he waved his hand and, with a disdainful tone, said, “There is an ancient Huaxia saying: ‘The accomplished comes first!’ Didn’t your master teach you that? I’m indeed younger than you, but in terms of skill, you’re far behind. Out of self-respect, I can’t strike you first. Come on; I’ll let you use one hand.”

Jin Jizhe was momentarily speechless, then suddenly shouted again, “I don’t believe you’re stronger than me, so you can’t be called accomplished!”

Gao Yang laughed heartily and then pointed at Li Jinfang below the stage, saying, “How about letting my disciple come up and spar with you for a bit?” (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)