Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 866 - 871 Targeted Training

Chapter 866: Chapter 871 Targeted Training

Yang Yi launched a sudden kick at Zhang Yong.

He respected Zhang Yong, so he wanted to see if Zhang Yong could dodge the kick without being prepared.

Now Yang Yi’s combat level was very strong, and the attack was sudden; most crucially, Zhang Yong trusted him a lot and would surely have no guard up when close to him.

But Zhang Yong still managed to avoid Yang Yi’s kick—or more precisely, to block it, not dodge.

Zhang Yong rapidly turned around, taking Yang Yi’s kick with his pelvic bone, and then his right leg swept out even more swiftly, kicking Yang Yi’s supporting left leg.

Yang Yi couldn’t avoid this kick, lost his balance, and fell to the ground, but he didn’t end the fight there. Instead, he extended his leg to trip Zhang Yong, hoping to continue the fight on the ground with grappling techniques.

However, Yang Yi couldn’t topple Zhang Yong, who leaped up, and from there, he could dispatch Yang Yi in countless ways.

"Stop!"

Having no way to beat Zhang Yong, Yang Yi called out just in time, prompting Zhang Yong to lightly hop aside.

"What the hell, are you trying to kill me? Daring to use a crotch-destroying kick on me? Are you looking for death?"

Zhang Yong was furiously unrestrained, while Yang Yi hurriedly said, "Brother Yong, Brother Yong! There’s a reason, there’s a reason!"

Quickly clambering up from the ground, Yang Yi, rubbing his shin and grimacing, said, "I knew I couldn’t kick you, that’s why I was just trying."

Zhang Yong, with a smug look, said, "You think your weak leg technique can kick me? I just held back just now. Hmph, if I had reciprocated with a crotch-destroying kick, heh heh."

Yang Yi grabbed Zhang Yong’s arm urgently and said, "Brother Yong, teach me!"

"Teach you what?"

"Teach me how to defend against crotch-destroying kicks! I’m telling you, I suffered this time, I took a kick!"

Zhang Yong glanced downward and asked, "What happened? Who kicked you, a white, black, or Asian person?"

"A white person."

"Was he tall? Was he bulky?"

"Tall, not very bulky, but the muscles were indeed quite developed."

Zhang Yong frowned and said, "That doesn’t make sense. With your current skills, it should’ve been impossible for you not to dodge it."

"I intentionally took the kick. I took a kick in exchange for stabbing my opponent once, taking his life. But does this have to do with race?"

"Show me the situation at the time."

Yang Yi reenacted the scene from that time and then said, "That was the situation. If I had dodged and counterattacked, he probably would’ve shot me. So I couldn’t dodge, I had to take it."

Zhang Yong exhaled and said, "That’s correct. You have to understand something, this crotch-destroying kick, also known as groin kick, requires speed, it has to be fast, ruthless, and precise. If it hits, it guarantees the opponent loses the ability to move. But if it misses, you’re in big trouble, leaving yourself wide open for a counterattack. Hence, despite its powerful effect, very few people use it."

After finishing, Zhang Yong pointed towards Sergei and said, "Look at them, tall, big, strong, but although they are strong, their speed in kicking is slower. When white people, especially big ones, fight you, they’ll definitely choose fists first. They rarely kick, let alone go for a groin kick."

Yang Yi’s face lit up with realization, "So that’s how it is. Then how should I dodge a kick like that?"

"How to dodge... Just dodge like that. You just need to be faster than him, or you could kick his support leg. Anyway, facing someone tall and burly, attacking their lower body is definitely correct."

Zhang Yong got excited and beckoned, "Come here, you imitate that person’s movements, and let’s have a little sparring session."

When it came to replaying a combat scenario, nobody was more suitable than Yang Yi.

Yang Yi’s imitation was over ninety percent accurate. He kicked at Zhang Yong and then used his fingers to mimic shooting a gun, swinging his hand toward Zhang Yong at the same time as the kick.

Zhang Yong made a different choice from Yang Yi. He didn’t choose to take the kick head-on but rather sidestepped, advancing close to Yang Yi as the kick missed, and planted his shoulder directly into Yang Yi’s chest. He then rapidly punched with both fists, one striking Yang Yi’s hand that was mimicking holding a gun, and the other hitting directly at Yang Yi’s throat.

After knocking Yang Yi to the ground with a punch, Zhang Yong drew back his fists and asked, "Do you see what I mean?"

Yang Yi got up from the ground and said with a wry smile, "That’s Wing Chun, I can’t use that."

Zhang Yong nodded, "That’s right, our styles are different. Using my methods to face an opponent would be a bit difficult for you. However, I do know who you sparred with."

"Who?"

"SAS, the United Kingdom’s Special Air Service. If you learned correctly, the person you sparred with was using standard SAS combat techniques; absolutely no mistake about it."

Zhang Yong demonstrated a movement of pulling out a gun while quickly kicking his leg, "This move; everyone from the SAS knows it. It’s one of the standard quick responses to a sudden attack. But to be honest, their ’groin flick’ kick is a bit shoddy. That said, the main purpose of this kick isn’t necessarily to hit your vital parts but rather to hit wherever possible, mainly to create distance for shooting conveniently."

Yang Yi let out a small sigh of relief, "Are you sure?"

"Of course, I’m sure. There’s hardly a combat technique in this world that I don’t know about."

Yang Yi looked impressed, "You really are something, Brother Yong, so powerful. I want to practice how to defend against the ’groin flick’ kick. Can you teach me?"

"There’s nothing special to teach. You should already know how to deal with it. No one specializes in the ’groin flick’ kick; what’s the use in practicing that specifically?"

Yang Yi hesitated for a moment, "I’ve got a psychological shadow now; I must practice it. If I ever encounter something like this again, no matter what, I can’t take another kick."

Zhang Yong couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "You can’t be serious. Deyo might be coming soon, and we’re about to have a big battle. Why are you practicing how to deal with ’groin flick’ kicks now?"

"I’m not practicing the ’groin flick’ kick; I’m practicing how to avoid getting hit by one. I want to set aside some time to focus on that."

Zhang Yong’s mouth twitched a few times, then he waved his hand dismissively, "Beat it!"

Yang Yi once again caught hold of Zhang Yong’s arm, looking earnest, "I really have a psychological shadow, Brother Yong, please help me out!"

"It’s useless to practice that!"

"I have a psychological shadow, Brother Yong! I want anyone who tries a ’groin flick’ kick in front of me to get a taste of their own medicine!"

"No time."

"There’s time. Deyo hasn’t arrived yet, and when Deyo does come, we still have to wait for Big Ivan and the others to make a move. Might be several days, Brother Yong, please help me with some targeted training!"

Finally, Zhang Yong reluctantly said, "Alright, alright, find some protective gear. Since you’re asking for it, I might as well oblige."