Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 602 - 610 Monster

Chapter 602: Chapter 610 Monster

Anton actually laughed. He really did, he burst into laughter as Zhang Yong was exchanging blows with someone else.

This was unbearable, absolutely intolerable.

Zhang Yong’s tactic was a feint, luring the black man to turn around, then he leaped backward, right next to Anton.

"If you’re so capable, you try!"

Zhang Yong blurted out quickly, and Anton didn’t hesitate to confront the black strongman.

"Watch closely..."

With the black man’s massive size, huge hands, and long arms, the experienced Anton naturally wouldn’t trade blows with him. His strategy, similar to Zhang Yong’s, involved luring the black man to throw a punch and then, using a more nimble body, striking from the side or rear.

Anton circled around, landing a whip kick on the black man’s thigh.

But, even though Anton had made his move, the black man merely staggered slightly.

So, everyone witnessed how Anton’s kick had seemingly no effect on the black man, who acted as if nothing happened.

Anton’s complexion changed instantly.

"I’m watching."

With Zhang Yong’s timely comment, Anton’s expression grew even uglier.

With a roar from Anton, after the black man had turned around and threw a punch his way, and feeling deeply embarrassed by his performance, Anton was determined to end the fight cleanly and decisively.

The key was to look cool.

He absolutely had to look cool.

He would rather die than not end the fight with style.

Luckily, it seemed the black man only knew how to use his fists. Anton put forth all his strength, blocking the black man’s arms suddenly and then swung his right arm with full force, aiming to hit the black man’s neck, surely knocking him out with a single blow.

The plan was solid, and Anton did manage to block the black man’s arms. However, he realized he was unable to deliver that punch.

The black man’s left fist came hurtling over, and instead of Anton knocking out his opponent, it seemed more likely he’d be the one getting killed. Left with no choice, Anton had to retract his arms to his face for protection, just as the black man’s punch thudded into them.

Though he was spared a blossom of bruises across his face, Anton was sent flying by the punch.

Anton flew through the air, feet off the ground. Fortunately, his self-protective instincts were strong, and he instinctively executed a defensive maneuver, landing on his back and quickly rolling to avoid possibly being knocked dead by a blow to the back of his head.

Anton wasn’t hurt, but his pride was utterly shattered.

When Anton got back to his feet, his face wasn’t red, but his eyes were.

An opponent with invincible strength, lightning speed, and a terrifying ability to take hits, this black man was obviously untrained, and it was easy to tell. Had he undergone systematic training for a long time, Anton would have been in much worse shape, not just embarrassed.

Just as Anton was about to attempt another go, Zhang Yong, who had already impressed Anton with his skills, didn’t give him the chance.

Zhang Yong charged again, his hand moving with incredible speed towards the black man.

There was hardly any force, just a feint, because that was the only way to maximize speed. When the black man instinctively dodged and tried to use his arms to swat away Zhang Yong’s hand, Zhang Yong simply ducked and slipped under the black man’s arms once more.

The opponent was tall and had particularly long arms; without using the feint to open him up, Zhang Yong’s punches wouldn’t be able to reach the black man.

Imagine the fight between Bruce Lee and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, it was truly just like that.

He had no advantage in height, weight, or strength, but Zhang Yong had the upper hand in speed. Plus, his specialty was Wing Chun, a martial art whose short power could be unleashed within a very tight space and was incredibly fast.

Zhang Yong threw two punches in succession, both striking the same spot under the black man’s armpit.

"Ah!"

A painful roar erupted as the black man suddenly slammed his right arm down.

This time, Zhang Yong didn’t retreat. His two continuous punches had still not been enough to disable the black man’s right arm, which truly infuriated him.

Zhang Yong dodged, then he grabbed the black man’s arm, pushed off with one foot against the black man’s waist, leapt up using the momentum, and then with a spin, he hoisted the black man’s arm onto his own shoulder.

It was like a judo throw, but Zhang Yong had the black man’s arm twisted back over his own, and instead of throwing him, he forcefully pulled down with a snap, followed by a crackling sound.

The black man let out an earth-shattering scream, his upper arm bending at an unnatural angle because it was broken.

Zhang Yong released the black man’s right arm, then after dodging the black man’s left punch, he stretched out both hands and grabbed the black man’s wrist.

"Hiya!"

"Hiya!"

Grasping the wrist, Zhang Yong spun to the black man’s side, trapping the left arm between his own, and with three attempts to break the other arm, he exerted so much force that his voice cracked, yet still, it didn’t happen as he wanted.

The black man forcefully flung Zhang Yong aside, but Zhang Yong did not let go.

Staggering to the side, as soon as Zhang Yong steadied himself, his eyes bulged as he bellowed.

"Ha!"

Left hand shifting, right arm pressing, Zhang Yong exerted all his strength, and finally with a snap, the black man’s left arm also broke.

"Ah!"

Another horrific yell pierced the air, as Zhang Yong let go of the man, kicking him right in the stomach.

In the end, the black man fell backward, and with both arms broken, he couldn’t support his body and couldn’t even stand up.

It all seemed slow, as if it took a lot of time, but the entire process was actually very fast, not even lasting a full twenty seconds. But for Zhang Yong, to take down an opponent in that time, expending all his strength, was extremely rare.

Zhang Yong took a deep breath. He glanced at the black man lying on the ground and then looked towards Ferdinand’s other subordinates, gasping, "Ha, you..."

Zhang Yong couldn’t even catch his breath. It was evident just how incredibly tough the black man’s physique was, but fortunately, the winner was still Zhang Yong.

None of Ferdinand’s gang attempted to help the black man; they were all stupefied, watching in shock as the man with two broken arms lay on the ground, cursing furiously, yet no one moved.

Finally, one of Ferdinand’s men exclaimed in disbelief, "A monster, the monster has been..."

Ferdinand seemed unable to believe his own eyes, but he eventually turned to Zhang Yong, then angrily ordered, "Hit him! Hit him!"

Ferdinand was stunned, Yang Yi even more so, but upon hearing Ferdinand’s roar of fury, he finally realized what he needed to do next.

Ferdinand said to hit me, not to kill me; those words were immensely important. So, what comes next would be a test of whose fists were harder.