Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 81 - 80 The End of the Battle

Chapter 81: Chapter 80 The End of the Battle

Yang Yi was walking towards his new cell, causing a frenzy of cheers and shouts from the prisoners wherever he went.

"You’re a dead man! I bet on you to lose, and you’re finished."

"Your head is going to get smashed in!"

"I bet on you to win, and if you cause me to lose, I’ll piss on your corpse, bastard! You have to win for me!"

The variety of shouts made every prisoner look very excited, but Yang Yi’s expression was complicated.

At times, Yang Yi seemed extremely agitated; at other times, he seemed utterly bewildered; but most of the time, he looked panicked and helpless.

The prisoners could certainly see Yang Yi’s demeanor. Those who hoped he would lose tried to crush his spirit with all sorts of language, while those who hoped he would win also existed. These people tried to encourage Yang Yi, but the only things that came out of their mouths were threats and curses; they were just battering him in a different way.

Finally, he arrived at the new cell and stood at its door; a gleam appeared in Yang Yi’s eyes.

The new cell was empty with bunk beds. Buddy indeed delivered; he had gotten Yang Yi everything he needed.

The cell door opened, and Yang Yi entered. As he waited for the iron door to close, he quickly turned around and whispered to the guard, "When will Boxing King arrive?"

The guard gave Yang Yi a complex look but didn’t answer his question and walked away.

It was about to get dark, and at nine o’clock, the lights would go out. Yang Yi felt that Boxing King would come before lights out, so he still had time, but it couldn’t be much.

Yang Yi threw his belongings onto the top bunk and rapidly climbed up.

Once on the top bunk, Yang Yi checked the height of the bunk and then, with utmost speed, untied his plastic hammer from his waist and took it down. He examined the curve of the rod and swung it gently a couple of times to test the feel. Instead of straightening the bent rod, he decided to keep its curvature.

Extracting the triangular spike from his waist, he gripped it tightly in his hand, and then Yang Yi began searching for a comfortable position that allowed him to exert force easily.

With the plastic rod in his right hand and the triangular spike in his left, Yang Yi kneeled on the bed, then squatted, then sat. In the end, he chose to kneel on both knees because only in this position could he maintain maximum power when striking.

While Yang Yi was still searching for the right stance, he heard footsteps followed by the cheers of the prisoners.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Yi closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his face had changed from indifference to panic and helplessness.

Boxing King stood at the entrance to the cell, and their eyes met through the iron bars.

Boxing King smiled at Yang Yi, looking very pleased.

The guard outside unlocked Boxing King’s handcuffs, and as soon as the cell door was opened, Boxing King hurried inside.

"Nobody moves until I leave."

After issuing a loud warning, the guard glanced at Yang Yi on the upper bunk, then at Boxing King in front of him, and suddenly shouted, "Close the door!"

At that moment, Yang Yi screamed.

"Don’t go! Take me with you, don’t leave!"

Yang Yi cried out desperately, and the guard looked back at him, hesitated only briefly, and then turned and left.

With the guard gone, Boxing King turned to watch the guard’s receding back, then faced Yang Yi, took a deep breath, and said fiercely, "Scared now?"

Yang Yi’s face was fierce, but his ferocity seemed feigned no matter how you looked at it.

"Don’t come any closer, stay back! I’m warning you; don’t come any closer!"

Yang Yi yelled viciously at Boxing King, but Boxing King advanced one step with a gleeful smile, then paused again.

Boxing King reached behind his back, then slowly drew out a knife about twenty centimeters long, with the latter half wrapped in cloth, leaving only five or six centimeters of sharp blade.

Holding the small knife between two fingers, Boxing King smiled and said, "I can kill you with my fists alone. Do you know what this is for? After I’ve pummeled you to the point you can’t move, I’m going to use this to slowly cut you up. Are you ready to enjoy it?"

Yang Yi panted heavily, while Boxing King laughed, "Why so quiet now? Weren’t you quite the talker? Oh, I’ll cut off your tongue last, so you’ll still have a chance to speak."

Yang Yi crouched like a child hiding under the bed, short of actually pulling the covers over his head. He scooted backwards on the upper bunk until he reached the edge, then screamed out with all his might.

"Fuck you! Fuck! You ball-less sissy, I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill you!"

At this moment, Yang Yi was just a wretch taking the chance to curse more before his death, grasping at any small advantage he could get with his words.

But Boxing King was provoked nonetheless.

Boxing King suddenly threw the knife on the ground and charged towards Yang Yi.

Just two steps away, Boxing King made a grab for Yang Yi.

Yang Yi raised his modified hammer and smashed it down fiercely toward Boxing King’s face.

Having been a professional boxer, Boxing King had flexible footwork—even though boxing didn’t involve kicking, a boxer’s footwork was extremely agile. If it had been on flat ground, Yang Yi would never have been able to dodge a professional boxer’s series of heavy punches or limit a boxer’s footwork. That’s why he needed the advantage of fighting from a higher position, which was the very reason he sought a cell with bunk beds.

With the height advantage, Yang Yi brought the hammer down. Boxing King, reaching to pull him down from the bed, lost his flexible footwork.

Boxing King raised his left arm to block Yang Yi’s hammer, and with a swift turn of the wrist, he almost grabbed hold of the stick in Yang Yi’s hand. However, the thin layer of plastic wrapping around the chili sauce easily broke under the force of gravity, spraying out.

It’s a natural reaction for an ordinary person to close their eyes when something flies toward them. But a professional boxer would never close their eyes—dodging at most.

Yet the chili sauce didn’t reach Boxing King’s eyes because his reaction was too quick; merely tilting his head and leaning back, he dodged the limited spread of the chili sauce attack.

However, Yang Yi hadn’t been entirely counting on the chili sauce to do the job. As he hammered down, he lunged forward and downward with his entire body.

Boxing King’s head was tilted back. Yang Yi plunged through the air, and while Boxing King grabbed his pants, Yang Yi landed on his face and together, they crashed heavily to the ground.

They both fell, but Yang Yi quickly rolled over and got to his feet.

The tri-edge spike remained clutched in Yang Yi’s left hand, but only half of it remained – his tri-edge spike had broken.

The rest of the tri-edge spike had penetrated Boxing King’s neck, right beside the Adam’s apple.

The fear and panic vanished from Yang Yi’s face, leaving only cold indifference.

Boxing King, struggling, tried to get up from the ground. He managed to stand unsteadily but didn’t charge at Yang Yi. Instead, he stumbled backwards.

With his mouth agape, Boxing King’s face was filled with panic. He made gasping noises as his hands frantically clutched at his neck. Then he grabbed the short protrusion of the tri-edge spike, trying forcefully to pull it out from his neck.

As the tri-edge spike came halfway out, Boxing King collapsed to the ground again.

Boxing King was dead; there was no chance of survival with his entire neck penetrated.

Letting out a soft breath, Yang Yi threw the broken half of the tri-edge spike onto the ground. Feeling weak in the knees, he wanted to lean against the wall and slowly sit down.

Finally, finally he had committed murder, killing a man up close with a homemade plastic weapon. Yang Yi felt like he was about to pass out, but he wasn’t scared at all—just extremely tired, nothing more.

Yang Yi had killed Boxing King, who was much stronger than him, in a clean and decisive manner.

The fight, from start to finish, lasted only a second. The outcome was decided in the moment Yang Yi lunged forward from the bed.

But the true duration of the battle wasn’t from the moment Yang Yi swung the plastic hammer; it had started when Yang Yi challenged Boxing King in the cafeteria, when he made his weapon, when he managed to get a cell with bunk beds to gain the height advantage, when he repeatedly provoked and humiliated Boxing King, when he had just put on a long act for Boxing King. That’s when the battle truly began.

Thus, when Yang Yi swung the plastic hammer filled with chili sauce, it wasn’t the start of the fight but the conclusion.