Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 102 - 101: Just Fight

Chapter 102: Chapter 101: Just Fight

Yang Yi always looked forward to lunchtime every day, because lunch provided the largest portion and the most calories. For someone who exercised and practiced martial arts daily, feeling panicked from hunger before mealtime was an unavoidable pain.

Now, Yang Yi couldn’t even trade for instant noodles since he had no cigarettes, nor money to buy them. It was too embarrassing for him to ask Xiao Ran for money again, and he’d rather go hungry than seek help from outside. As for Zhang Yong, Yang Yi never asked him for a favor—not even once.

Yang Yi felt that if he couldn’t solve the problem of getting food, then what was the point of sticking around?

But Yang Yi had never thought about stealing someone else’s food. Not once from the beginning to the end.

However, after Zhang Yong gave him a reminder, the evil seed within Yang Yi began to sprout.

Robbing a bunch of scumbags or losers for their food didn’t feel like a crime at all. Moreover, it was a good opportunity to practice his fighting skills. Why not go for it, right?

So today, Yang Yi decided to test his own strength.

When walking to the cafeteria, even Yang Yi’s steps followed a specific technique. He couldn’t help it. He was excited. After several months of hard training, he finally got to put it into practice. He couldn’t contain his excitement.

Zhang Yong didn’t walk with Yang Yi because he knew Yang Yi was deliberately looking for trouble. It was better to keep some distance to avoid missing lunch.

When Yang Yi picked up his plate, he was eager to start, and then he walked up to the black man serving the food.

Today’s lunch included chicken, even if it was just one piece, but there was meat.

Yang Yi was very emotional. The first time he had a meal, it included chicken, and then he blinded someone’s eye over a piece of chicken, and eventually killed the Boxing King. Now, again with chicken, only this time he had to rob it from others.

After getting his serving, Yang Yi wanted to stand aside and start collecting his share, but then he thought better of it and quickly finished his meal at a table. Then, he returned to the side of the line, holding up his plate.

Holding up the plate like a beggar asking for alms made Yang Yi feel extremely uncomfortable, but there was no helping it—after all, he didn’t have any underlings to help him collect food from others.

Half of the people hadn’t gotten their food yet. Yang Yi stood by the line with a cold expression, which immediately drew everyone’s attention.

Because everyone knew what it meant to be standing there with a plate in hand.

Many glared at Yang Yi with anger. He really wanted to glare back and command others to put food on his plate. But as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t bring himself to speak up.

A short and stocky black man also stood aside with a plate, giving Yang Yi a curious look before frowning and saying, "Hey, who are you collecting for?"

"I’m not collecting for anyone. I’m gathering food for myself. Do you have a problem with that?"

Yang Yi was waiting for a Mexican man who always looked fierce, a man who had cursed at him for no reason in the past. At that time, he was busy rushing back to his cell to train, so he ignored it as if a dog had barked a couple of times. But today, he was ready to pick a fight with that old Mexican.

Just then, a not-so-tall white man walked up in front of Yang Yi and the black man.

The white man hesitated, unsure of whom to hand over his chicken to.

Yang Yi couldn’t help but exchange glances with the black man, who then shouted fiercely, "Back off! What are you looking at?"

This black man wasn’t Yang Yi’s target, but since things had come to this, there was no need to wait anymore, right?

Yang Yi quickly gathered up his plate, and then swung a punch that landed on the black man’s nose.

The hefty black man’s head suddenly jerked, then his eyes rolled back, and he immediately fell backward.

Actually, Yang Yizhen had merely thrown a casual punch, but he hadn’t expected the black man to be so fragile. It was a direct punch, not a technique from the Mian Zhang Fist.

So with a single punch, he’d laid the black man flat on the ground, which left Yang Yi somewhat dumbfounded.

"I get it, take it."

The white man, without a word, was ready to give Yang Yi his chicken.

Yang Yi, the kind of person who was tempted to provoke the more menacing figures, was not interested in the meager servings on the thin white man’s plate.

"Who wants your stuff? Get lost, eat it yourself!"

Yang Yi said irritably, then he saw a group of black men rushing toward him.

At least a dozen of them.

Yang Yi was both nervous and excited; he set his plate down and immediately confronted the fastest black man charging at him.

The black man swung a punch at Yang Yi.

Real combat is nothing like sparring.

At that moment, Yang Yi didn’t have time to think of any techniques. He ducked down and darted forward to the black man’s front, then punched him in the stomach.

The first black man didn’t even grunt before collapsing to the ground, then Yang Yi rapidly retreated as the second black man threw his punch.

With a swift motion of both hands, Yang Yi tried to grab the arms of the black man before him, but his grasp wasn’t firm enough; amidst the rush, he turned his head to dodge a punch aimed at his face, but his ear still got scraped, a burning pain followed.

With his left arm on top and the right arm below, Yang Yi didn’t hesitate. His right fist shot upwards into the black man’s armpit, then with his left arm he yanked down hard on the black man’s arm.

There was an audible snap, and the black man began to scream in agony.

Yang Yi dodged to the left, again using the move that had not worked previously, but this time he succeeded, as the black man’s extended punch hadn’t yet retracted, allowing him to seize it firmly.

With a swift pull and twist of his hands, there was another snap, followed by the black man’s similarly agonized scream.

After the initial chaos subsided, Yang Yi still couldn’t make out how many people were there before him. His plan was simple—to tackle one at a time, counter each move as it came.

But once surrounded, Yang Yi realized the situation was different than he had anticipated.

It was too chaotic; he couldn’t make out anything distinctly, let alone concentrate on any particular techniques.

Even when he ducked and launched an uppercut that sent teeth and blood flying from a black man’s mouth, Yang Yi spun around, his hands making mistakes—two successive slaps landed on another black man’s neck.

Xingyi Fist is about striking while on the move, and the short-strikes of Mian Zhang Fist aim for lethal weaknesses; Grappling targets a person’s joints with every move, either dislocating or breaking bones. At this point, Yang Yi didn’t bother thinking about which martial art to use; he did whatever came naturally and conveniently.

He couldn’t afford to get caught in the crowd and beaten, so after knocking down those blocking his way, Yang Yi leapt out of the crowd. Then, as someone jabbed at his stomach, he quickly stepped back to avoid the blow. It was then he saw the black man in front of him holding a knife, who with a menacing look thrust at him again.