Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 991 - 996: Public Enemy of the Entire Nation

Chapter 991: Chapter 996: Public Enemy of the Entire Nation

The cotton-padded jacket hits against the mountain - fly out unscathed, don’t fly out and you won’t die but be crippled.

Hudson flew up into the sky and crashed heavily onto the ground, yet it was far from over. Yang Yi leaned in with a punch that came hammering down, hitting Hudson squarely in the chest.

Another thud.

The sounds were basically just that: fear, thump, bang.

And then it all ended.

What dogshit master, bullshit.

This Hudson was even worse than Weiss. His stance was that of free-fighting, but his reactions weren’t fast, his moves were somewhat sharp, but not enough — far from enough.

Yang Yi wondered how on earth Hudson managed to get such a reputation.

After that punch, Yang Yi felt a bit of regret. He regretted hitting too hard.

But Yang Yi wouldn’t pity his opponent. He once entertained that thought, but was severely beaten by Zhang Yong. Henceforth, no matter the strength of his opponents, Yang Yi would still strike with full force.

"Sorry, I couldn’t hold back. Are you alright?"

Hudson lay there gasping for breath, opening his mouth wide. After several difficult attempts, he finally caught his breath.

Weiss was strong, only slightly weaker than Yang Yi, and had a good martial virtue. But Hudson, well, he was a notch below Weiss.

But why would Weiss think Hudson was so capable?

Perhaps Hudson was simply boastful.

With this, Yang Yi no longer wanted to play games with them.

Yang Yi stepped back and said indifferently, "Mr. Hudson will be fine. I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll be going."

Too lazy to make any more pleasantries, Yang Yi turned to leave, only to hear a deep voice behind him say, "Wait a moment."

A middle-aged man in his forties came forward and said indifferently, "You’re quite skilled, however..."

He didn’t finish what was beyond ’however,’ but stared at Yang Yi and said, "Let’s have a go. You’ve got a training knife, so how about I use a training knife too?"

Yang Yi halted his steps and asked with curiosity, "Are you an instructor as well?"

"I’m not. I’m just a special agent from the Action Division, just finished a mission, got time to rest and came here for some fun. I think there’s an issue with your attitude, so I’d like to have a match with you."

Americans speak directly, especially when it comes to challenging someone; they won’t bother with pleasantries.

People from the Action Division should be real experts.

Yang Yi rolled his shoulders and said solemnly, "Alright, let’s do it."

If we’re going to fight, let’s fight, no need for nonsense. People from the Action Division are impressive, huh.

Yang Yi went over and chose the shortest training knife, a double-edged dagger, and his opponent picked up a similar double-edged dagger.

After exchanging a glance with Yang Yi, the middle-aged man said coldly, "Begin."

Yang Yi positioned the knife slightly behind him and stretched out his left hand in a defensive gesture, while his opponent adopted almost the same position, only the knife was slightly more forward.

The two began circling each other.

Just from his footwork, the middle-aged man was no ordinary person, and the focus of his eyes, too, was that of a true expert.

Not looking at the eyes or hands, but at Yang Yi’s feet, which means that the opponent was more attentive to the timing of Yang Yi’s attacks and was also observing the preparatory movements before Yang Yi attacked.

Ironically, Yang Yi had the same habit of using his peripheral vision to observe his opponent’s upper body movement, focusing mainly on the opponent’s footwork.

Edging closer tentatively, Yang Yi decided to take the initiative and launched an attack, suddenly leaping forward.

The possibility of weapons clashing simply did not exist. Among masters, especially those skilled in close-quarters assassinations, the only thing to do was to avoid injury to one’s own vitals while aiming to strike the enemy’s. The fight was determined by one lethal blow - whoever got hit would lose, whoever was injured but survived would win.

Yang Yi parried his opponent’s blade with his hand, leaving a cut on his left arm. Then, he dodged with all his might, but his left shoulder still got hit.

Yang Yi didn’t go for his opponent’s neck, instead, his knife plunged under the opponent’s armpit. Then, while passing each other, he trapped the opponent with his leg and twisted forcefully.

He swiftly drew half a circle with his knife on the opponent’s thigh.

The middle-aged man’s face looked awful, extremely awful.

Yang Yi had a disabled arm and had been stabbed in the back, affecting his right arm, but it wasn’t severe, he could still move.

But Yang Yi’s opponent had a useless arm, and most notably, an artery in his leg had been severed.

All Yang Yi had to do was to retreat and keep his distance. If he could hold on for just two minutes, the middle-aged man would be dead.

Yang Yi had already won.

Their knife skills were on par, but Yang Yi won in other areas. Simply put, he had better mobility than his opponent, which is why he could survive and his opponent was doomed.

This was a simulation, not real combat. In reality, of course, neither of their bodies was actually affected.

Moreover, the two moved too quickly for the onlookers to follow; they had no idea who was the victor.

Yang Yi waited for his opponent to admit defeat, yet, the middle-aged man charged at him.

An artery was severed—what use is there to charge? No matter how strong one’s will is, once a major artery is cut and blood spurts out, death is inevitable. One must either stop to staunch the bleeding or die.

So the opponent’s rushing attack was a very shameless tactic, extremely shameless.

Yang Yi was furious, and he charged as well.

The opponent struck down with his hand, hitting Yang Yi’s knife-wielding hand, then he tried to seize the hand holding the knife while thrusting his own blade towards Yang Yi’s heart.

Yang Yi shifted slightly, allowing the opponent’s knife to stab his chest, but missed the heart. Afterwards, he butted his head forcefully against the opponent’s nose. With a bang, he raised his right hand and grasped the certainly dazed opponent’s head, turned around, covered his mouth with one hand, and placed the training knife against the middle-aged man’s throat.

One cut, then another, and another.

It didn’t hurt, but it was very humiliating.

This time everyone saw clearly. They weren’t sure if Yang Yi had been cut, but they clearly saw Yang Yi draw the training knife back and forth across the middle-aged man’s throat three times. If it had been a real blade, only the spine would still be attached.

Yang Yi released his opponent, stepped back twice, then declared proudly, "No matter how you look at it, I’ve won, you’ve lost."

Having declared his victory, Yang Yi smiled and said, "Even if I’ve been cut, I still have a chance to reach a hospital. Not you, your neck’s been severed."

The middle-aged man clutched his throat and appeared extremely angry, but there was no rebuttal to Yang Yi’s words.

Another master lacking the demeanor of a grandmaster, Yang Yi thought disdainfully.

Disdain not only filled his heart but showed on his face as well, causing most of the onlookers to feel extremely dissatisfied.

They didn’t know that Yang Yi actually won twice, they just felt Yang Yi was too much—bullying and humiliating his opponent with repeated cuts after already winning.

The middle-aged man finally spoke with a deep voice: "It seems that the Operations Division has gained another master. Good, we can practice together more often in the future."

"Operations Division? No, I’m not from that division, I’m from the Management Division."

After speaking, Yang Yi sensed the crowd becoming agitated, feeling as though he had become the public enemy.