The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 309 - 302: Always Winning Hearts with Tricks

Chapter 309: Chapter 302: Always Winning Hearts with Tricks

Conflict and opposition, prejudice and arrogance, these things will never be absent between two military forces in America.

However, it was exceedingly rare for a Sergeant to order a Captain to back off, considering the clear disparity in military ranks.

But this was just the beginning. An American Ensign also walked into the soldiers’ mess hall and pointed at the Army Sergeant, saying, "Sergeant Chuck Lee! Mind your rank, I order you to stop the illegal trading, or I will punish you."

This time, although the Sergeant felt aggrieved, he dared not say anything, and at this moment a chorus of disappointed and dissatisfied hisses rose from the soldiers who were spectating.

Even though it wasn’t about the items being exchanged, what was precious was the act of exchanging itself.

In a military base that had lost all hope, an outsider arrived with news that the world wasn’t annihilated yet and brought with him a small quantity of items that were either unavailable or severely lacking in this base, which in itself was the most precious thing.

But now someone was intervening.

Gao Yuan could tell what was going on as soon as he saw the people walking in, because now there were six officers entering, three of whom were the ones that Xinghe had cussed out earlier.

In other words, the officers who had been insulted during the meal had come back to settle the score.

If it were just to stop the trading, it wouldn’t have been much of a problem, but the officers had brought with them at least dozens of soldiers, and the leading American officer, with a fierce momentum, approached the table and directly reached out to take the items laid out by Yu Shunzhou.

"These items are confiscated..."

Yu Shunzhou did not understand the words, but he could definitely discern what the other party intended to do, so he stepped forward and asked, "Stealing?"

Before Yu Shunzhou could react, Li Jingang extended his right hand, grabbed the wrist of the Army Ensign, and spoke in a very serious tone, "If we can’t exchange, that’s fine, but you have no right to confiscate our things."

The Ensign looked to be in his thirties and had also been present during the meal.

With his wrist seized, the Ensign looked at Li Jingang, then suddenly exclaimed, "You dare attack me? Seize them!"

To repeat, conflict and opposition, prejudice and arrogance, in front of the Shenzhou People, these are afflictions the Americans seem unable to shed.

The officers had come prepared, bringing at least forty or fifty people with them, and following the Army Ensign’s command, at least a dozen men charged towards Li Jingang.

These individuals didn’t intend to use firearms, but their intentions were crystal clear: to rely on their numerical superiority to give Gao Yuan and his friends a thorough beating.

Unfortunately, they had really picked the wrong targets.

Yu Shunzhou gathered the items from the table, and Gao Yuan loudly commanded, "Fight!"

Li Jingang flipped his hand, and the Ensign immediately bent backward as his arm was twisted painfully by Li Jingang.

"Oh! Hit them!"

Gao Yuan stepped forward, subconsciously rolling up his sleeves, ready to join the fray, but at that moment, Cao Zhenjiang suddenly wrapped his arms around him from behind.

"Don’t, don’t, you absolutely must not get involved!"

Cao Zhenjiang looked very anxious as he continued to shout, "King Kong taking action is enough, if you join in and someone gets killed, we’re in big trouble!"

With a yell, the soldiers who had just entered charged at Li Jingang.

It was chaotic, but these trouble-seekers had really picked the wrong targets.

Li Jingang was trembling—not from fear, not from excitement, but from exhilaration.

It had been too long, so long that Li Jingang had forgotten when the last time someone had physically challenged him was, so long that he couldn’t even remember the last time he had been in a fight.

Li King Kong recalled the momentous years of his childhood; indeed, since enlisting in the military, Li King Kong had not had the opportunity to fight. He could spar, he could engage in combat training, but he never really had the chance for an outright brawl, never.

"Thank you..."

As he released his grip, the young lieutenant whose wrist Li King Kong was twisting heard a sincere word of gratitude from him.

The lieutenant’s body fell backward onto the ground, and Li King Kong let go of his hand and moved on nonchalantly to face another.

When a tall and robust black man threw a punch straight at Li King Kong’s head, Li King Kong responded even faster with a punch to the solar plexus.

With a bang, the black man was sent flying, traveling three meters back before crashing down onto his comrades.

No evading, just one hit.

Li King Kong was indeed a master. His punch appeared ferocious but was actually measured. Had the black man been hit and laid out where he stood, it’s likely he wouldn’t have died but would’ve been seriously injured. But being sent flying was Li King Kong’s doing, using his long-range power to send him off rather than using short-range power to concentrate the force on the opponent’s internal organs.

Li King Kong let out an excited shout.

It seems no one capable of making Li King Kong mount a defense had been born yet, apart from Gao Yuan.

Once you reach a certain level of skill, even when facing a martial arts master like Sun Yunxiang, there’s no blocking or evading. It’s about who gets struck first, as with one blow, the outcome, life or death, is decided.

Without Gao Yuan making a move, there was unlikely anyone here worthy of a second glance from Li King Kong.

"Hey, ha!"

Li King Kong took them down one by one with his punches, and for the sake of visual effect, none who took a punch could simply lay flat where they were; heavier people went flying a bit closer, while lighter ones were sent further away.

The crowd that had gathered quickly dispersed, dodging the flurry of those already engaged in the fight, but to Li King Kong, it was as if a tiger had entered a flock of sheep; there were none who could withstand him.

Before Li King Kong, the crowd swiftly cleared, because there was no one left for him to hit.

Just as he was starting to enjoy himself, his opponents were downed too easily.

Li King Kong’s excitement was choked halfway, leaving him as frustrated as if he had a bone stuck in his throat, unable to spit it out or swallow.

With a resentful roar, Li King Kong somersaulted on the spot, flipping over without needing to put his hands on the ground despite the several dozen pounds of gear he carried.

With no one left to hit, he might as well perform a routine to vent his fire.

He clapped his hands in the air, then snapped into a crouch, threw two punches with a clang, immediately straightened up, brought both fists to his waist, glanced sideways, and with a snap, he delivered a kick, followed by an instant 360-degree spinning kick in place, landing into a sweeping leg. After leaping and aiming two more punches at the air, Li King Kong pulled back into stance and roared, "Come on! Come at me!"

What martial artist wouldn’t know a routine? It’s how you show off.

Li King Kong was indeed frustrated, but when he performed this routine, it immediately amazed everyone present.

Regardless of how formidable Li King Kong’s fighting skills were, other than Gao Yuan, no one on-site could recognize it. No matter how impractical the routine was, it dazzled all who watched.

"Kung fu!"

"Kung fu! Wow, kung fu!"

After a moment of silence came a whoop of surprise, followed by the rise of whistles. Soon several soldiers were hopping and jumping around Li King Kong, especially a few black men who were the most lively. These were their signature moves to express amazement and enthusiasm.

The crowd was thoroughly stirred.

Seeing the female soldiers excited to the point of being tongue-tied and only able to shout, Gao Yuan burned with envy. He also wanted to show off, but he didn’t have the skills; he didn’t know any routines.