Super Combat Soldier
Chapter 611 - 610 [Let’s encourage each other!]

Chapter 611: Chapter 610 [Let’s encourage each other!]

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Libi had not expected that the person who suddenly rushed out to save Li San would be so formidable. His own fists had instantly grown several times larger and his strength had increased a hundredfold, yet they were still blocked. The man’s palms were like two Iron Mountains, capable of holding up everything, which truly shocked Libi.

"Brother Li San, if you don’t show up soon, I might really lose my life!" said Wang Jie with a wry smile.

"You kid... Big brother will definitely punish you. We’ve reminded you time and again not to be careless, but you just wouldn’t listen!" Li San said, helplessly.

"Punish me then. I’m already unable to move and failed to complete the mission. I accept the punishment," Wang Jie said, feeling very guilty.

Li San shook his head. Wang Jie, this kid, had likely truly angered Ye Tianchen this time, and it was still unknown what sort of punishment he would face. This matter would probably have to wait until they returned to the Capital City, and for now, there was nothing to worry about.

"Super Multiplication Skill!"

Just then, Libi bellowed, and his right fist, which was already exceedingly huge, increased in size several times more, as if covering the entire sky, and he aimed a punch right at his own right hand, intending to crush Li San beneath it, alive.

Boom!

Li San also exerted his full strength to deploy Monument Pushing Hand, blocking the two massive fists that Libi smashed down. When Libi’s left fist struck down, Li San immediately felt his legs sinking into the ground and his blood surged, with an urge to vomit blood. The force was really too strong and suddenly intensified, which was quite overwhelming.

At that moment, Wang Jie noticed something was wrong with Li San. With his strength, it shouldn’t be so simple to just block; he was an expert in Monument Pushing Hand, possessing an incredibly strong Absolute Skill, definitely capable of facing Libi head-on. So why was he only blocking? Wang Jie didn’t understand at first, but now, with Libi’s left hand employing the Super Multiplication Skill, and a punch smashing down fiercely onto his own right fist, Li San’s whole body trembled as if about to fall apart, and blood started to soak through his left chest, showing that he had already been wounded before.

At military base number twelve, during the battle with the Frog Monster, Li San had sustained an injury to his left chest. Even though the bleeding had been stopped, the wound hadn’t healed, and now with the tremendous shock and attack, it had split open again, so the blood began to flow once more. Otherwise, why would Li San only be blocking instead of openly fighting against Libi?

"Brother Li San, you’re injured?" Wang Jie, sitting on the ground and covered in blood, saw that Li San could hardly hold on and couldn’t help but quickly ask.

"A monster appeared at military base number twelve. It was tremendously powerful, really unimaginable!" Li San said with a bitter smile.

"Then... then what about big brother?" Wang Jie hurriedly asked.

"Big brother is fine. He has already killed the Frog Monster. Now there’s something else he needs to take care of, I’ll hold this guy off first!" Li San said seriously.

Libi, with a fierce and vicious expression, glared at Li San. His heart was filled with rage, and his eyes were blood-red. No one had ever blocked his "Super Multiplication Skill" before. Li San had blocked it twice already, dealing a heavy blow to Libi’s arrogant ego. Enraged, Libi let out a roar and smashed down another punch.

Boom thud!

This time, Li San’s entire body from his feet to his knees sank into the mud, indicating just how powerful Libi’s punch was. However, Li San’s hands still managed to block Libi’s fists, and blood spilled from his mouth. The bleeding from his left chest increased. If this continued, Li San would lose his life.

"Brother Li San, run!" Wang Jie shouted loudly.

"Don’t worry about us, just go!"

"We already feel terrible for failing the mission and letting big brother down. If we drag you down too, we won’t be able to rest in peace even in death!"

Zhang Tian and Zhang Di, the two brothers, also realized the danger. Li San was already seriously injured, and now he could only block Libi’s powerful attacks. This was nothing but a desperate struggle. How much longer could he withstand this? He was risking his life, and sooner or later, he would be beaten to death like this. Now, his legs up to his knees had sunk into the mud, his left chest was soaked with blood, and he couldn’t help but spit out more blood. If this went on, within a couple of punches, Li San would indeed be beaten to death by Libi’s fists.

"No way, I, Li San, am one of the Thirteen Heavenly Kings; we are brothers!" Li San said, clenching his teeth firmly.

"Hmph, brothers? Ha ha ha ha, that’s just laughable. You Chinese are so foolish. Humans should only pursue the ultimate in strength, and discard all sentiment if necessary," Libi sneered and laughed.

"If you want to kill those three, you have to kill me first!" Li San said calmly, looking at Libi.

"Is that so? Do you really think you are still of great use? Look at yourself now. To kill you, I would need only two more punches like this one."

No sooner had Libi finished speaking than his massive left fist crashed down again. This time, Li San’s mouth spat out blood that flew far, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. But he continued to hold on, even as his face turned extremely pale and illusions appeared in his eyes. Each of Libi’s punches carried the force of Qian Jun; a normal person would have been crushed into pulp by one, let alone having a mountain peak shattered—utterly terrifying.

"Brother Li San..." Wang Jie roared loudly, his heart filled with regret and self-loathing for his carelessness and for not heeding the big brother’s words, which led to the current dire situation. He wanted to rush over to help Li San, but he didn’t even have the strength to stand up. Not only was his own life in danger, but he might also drag Li San down with him. If only he had remembered Ye Tianchen’s advice not to act carelessly, to first engage with Libi and analyze his powerful Superpower, to slowly begin the duel, it wouldn’t have come to this.

"Don’t come over. We are brothers, and I won’t abandon the three of you unless I’m dead!" Li San said through gritted teeth.

Brotherhood was higher than the sky, thicker than the earth. The members of the Thirteen Heavenly Kings, although many hadn’t lived together long, were all upright and open-hearted men with a common goal: they relished the thrilling life, hoping to expand and glorify the Thirteen Heavenly Kings to fame worldwide. To be brothers only required a drink, a word—why say more? The real test was whether one could go all out to help when it really mattered; that’s what would show if they were true brothers.

One doesn’t need too many friends or brothers in life, just those few who would be there for you through thick and thin, to assist you when you face birth, aging, illness, and death. That alone is sufficient. It is crucial to discern between fair-weather friends and true friends. Otherwise, you might end up without a single true friend in your lifetime.

Playing your part in the world’s theater is inevitable, but in your heart, you must distinguish who can be a real friend and who is only for show, a fair-weather friend. Without a definition in your heart, that’s unacceptable.

Upon seeing Li San risking his life for the sake of their trio, standing at death’s door without hesitation, Wang Jie became much calmer and suddenly remembered a story his grandfather had once told him—a story that was deeply thought-provoking and applicable to all:

There was a young man who spent his days with a group of friends. He had many friends, received countless calls and texts, and frequently went to gatherings with them to eat, drink, sing, and flirt happily, which also led to his laziness and indulgence.

One day his father asked him, "Do you have many friends?"

The young man replied without a second’s hesitation, "Of course, lots! Haven’t you seen? I have hundreds of friends, and they all treat me well; we have a lot of fun together."

"Those aren’t your true friends," his father said.

"How is that possible? Every time, they invite me to meals, to drink, to sing," the young man retorted on the spot.

"Well then, let’s do an experiment. Tell them you’ve committed murder now and see how they react..." his father suggested.

The young man was stunned, thinking his father was just bored and trying to control him. He was very confident in his friends, believing that they would always help him, so he was unafraid of this test. But when he phoned them, those who had just the day before been eating, singing, and drinking with him, calling each other brothers and vowing to stand by each other, all hung up without offering a shred of help after hearing he was in trouble. The young man was dumbfounded. He couldn’t understand why, how this could happen, and suddenly felt dumbstruck—one by one, his supposed friends disappointed him. Weren’t they all good friends?

The father didn’t mock his son or give him a lecture. Instead, he handed him a shirt stained with chicken blood and said, "I’m sixty this year, and all my life, I’ve had only one and a half friends. Go to them and say you’ve killed someone!"

Half-believing and bewildered, the young man sought out his father’s one and a half friends. When he found the half-friend, the man, upon hearing of the supposed murder, immediately produced a box containing all of his life savings, a sum exceeding a hundred million, and told the young man, "Take this money and run for your life. Never come back!"

The young man didn’t take the box but turned and left, seeming to understand something as he clumsily made his way to the door of his father’s one friend. When he told the friend he had killed someone, the man immediately dragged him inside, swiftly pulled the bloodied shirt off the young man, put it on himself, and told the young man to run while he went to the police station to confess to the crime...

Thinking of this, Wang Jie felt an overwhelming urge to cry. The principle was the same: Having such a brother in life made it all worth it, even death.

"How pathetic you Chinese are. If you really want to die for them, then die!" Libi roared, his left fist smashing down again with tremendous force toward Li San’s head. (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote for it on qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)