Urban Super Soldier King
Chapter 136 - 136 136 Losing Life for the Sake of Face

136: Chapter 136: Losing Life for the Sake of Face 136: Chapter 136: Losing Life for the Sake of Face Xiang Yu had successfully enraged Ba Song—he was famous for his eloquence and exceptional at talking nonsense, and ordinary people were no match for him in this regard.

Clasping his fists in anger, Ba Song, the Underground Boxing Champion, couldn’t believe he was being mocked by a nobody; that was unacceptable.

One punch after another, Ba Song struck out at Xiang Yu, who kept dodging.

It had to be said, Ba Song truly lived up to his title as the Underground Boxing Champion—he definitely had the skills.

Xiang Yu tried to find Ba Song’s weak point, but he couldn’t spot it right away and was even carelessly hit by a punch on the shoulder.

At that moment, Ba Song was in complete control, pressuring Xiang Yu relentlessly, leaving him with no room to fight back.

In his heart, Xiang Yu was also taken aback—it seemed Ba Song had improved since their last encounter.

Just as Xiang Yu was retreating, Ba Song suddenly launched a kick, pressing down on Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu wanted to block with his hands but seeing the immense power behind Ba Song’s kick, he knew that resisting it might break his arm.

At the critical moment, he jumped backward, narrowly escaping Ba Song’s deadly kick.

“Good!” Yan Bin, watching the fight, couldn’t help but exclaim, breaking the surrounding silence.

Those next to Sheng Wantao were startled by his shout, casting him dissatisfied glances before continuing to watch the match.

Having been through life-and-death experiences, they knew full well that both Ba Song and Xiang Yu were formidable opponents.

If they were up there themselves, they probably wouldn’t last thirty seconds.

Yan Bin ignored the displeasure of the big shots around him and laughed heartily.

At first, he had been genuinely worried but now, he could see that all his concerns were superfluous.

Ba Song was indeed skilled; he had managed to corner Xiang Yu right from the start.

After a few exchanges, Ba Song and Xiang Yu separated, with Xiang Yu appearing quite disheveled and at a disadvantage, and this was after Xiang Yu had enraged him, confusing his boxing technique.

“How about that, kid, you realize how tough your grandpa is now, huh?

If you kneel and beg for mercy now, I’ll give you a quick death.

Otherwise, I’ll make you wish you could die,” said Ba Song, appearing easygoing, but deep down, he felt a respect for Xiang Yu.

Although he hadn’t used his full strength just now, he had put forth a good eighty percent of his power, and yet all it did was slightly injure Xiang Yu, something that had never happened before.

“Has your wife been ignoring you lately?

I guess so, otherwise why would you be so crazy?

Did you get on top a few times just now?

Maybe your wife also serves others this way…” Despite their encounter, Xiang Yu hadn’t found Ba Song’s weakness, but he noticed something else.

Ba Song’s boxing was very tight, and his kicks were good.

However, his footing seemed exaggerated and somewhat unstable.

Logically, this didn’t make sense.

Based on his understanding of Ba Song, who was as steadfast as a pine, today was entirely different.

Thus, he concluded that Ba Song must have engaged in vigorous activity in bed before stepping onto the stage—this was the only explanation.

Looking at Ba Song’s angry face now, Xiang Yu was even more convinced his guess was absolutely correct.

“If you’re in a hurry to die, don’t blame me,” said Ba Song before striking at Xiang Yu again without much talking.

He had now lost his patience.

Initially, Ba Song had wanted to play with Xiang Yu slowly, exhausting him to death, but the things Xiang Yu said had successfully provoked him.

He was determined to smash Xiang Yu’s mouth.

At this moment, Ba Song had thrown all caution to the wind, using every ounce of his strength.

For years, nobody had pushed him to this point.

He was in a frenzy, and the bloodlust buried deep within excited him even more.

He launched a powerful kick at Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu saw the kick coming with blinding speed, and not having enough time to dodge, he retreated but still had to bear the full brunt of the attack.

The kick landed squarely on Xiang Yu’s chest, the force hurling him backward until he crashed against the surrounding fence.

Fortunately, he had the presence of mind to move back; otherwise, Ba Song’s kick could have robbed him of his combat abilities.

“How’s that, how’s that?

I told you Xiang Yu was done for today.” Yan Bin outside started to get excited, standing up and gesticulating wildly.

Two weeks of suppression, two weeks of torment, and finally, he could let it all out in that moment.

He began to laugh loudly, completely oblivious to his brothers beside him.

Sheng Wantao had initially been moved by Yan Bin, after all, he was getting on in years, and childless.

If Yan Bin treated him well, he had planned to leave all his property to him.

It’s said that old people are easily moved, a little kindness and they’re grateful.

But now, seeing Yan Bin’s true face, Sheng Wantao was back to the cold light of day.

He knew exactly what kind of person Yan Bin was; if Xiang Yu lost today, he would be the next target.

“Yan Bin, don’t celebrate too early, their fight has only just begun,” Sheng Wantao reminded.

“Just begun?

It looks to me like it’s about to end.

Humph!

Xiang Yu, not a single brother of Xiang Yu will be spared, I will kill them all…” Yan Bin began to voice his inner thoughts without any restraint.

He had held back for too long, he needed to release, to make everyone associated with Xiang Yu suffer.

Sheng Wantao didn’t say much else, waiting for the final outcome.

If Xiang Yu really did lose in the end, he would leave without a word.

He was ready to sell off his possessions and move to another city, taking Kong Ruyu with him to live out their days in peace.

What consoled him most was having Kong Ruyu as a devoted wife, yet little did he know, Ruyu had always wanted to make him a cuckold.

Xiang Yu, hit by the kick in the chest, was sent crashing into the rear wall and then bounced back, kneeling on one knee.

Looking at Xiang Yu’s face now, there was no anger from the kick, instead, he let out a dry laugh, raised his head to look at Ba Song, and said, “That all you got?

I’ve heard all about your fancy footwork, and that’s it?”

Though Xiang Yu had taken a kick, his words were thick with irony, expressing his disappointment at Ba Song’s kick.

Ba Song snorted coldly and said, “Xiang Yu, don’t bother with the act when death is upon you.

Who are you trying to impress?”

Ba Song didn’t understand Xiang Yu’s style.

To be so close to defeat, yet still spout niceties.

He had long known that the Chinese were famous for their concerns with face, but he’d seldom seen someone maintain such a front in the face of death.

He had seen many people kneel before him begging for a swift end because he liked to torture his victims slowly.

It gave him a great sense of accomplishment.

However, he considered himself reasonable; as long as someone begged him, he would usually indulge them with a quick finish.

But Xiang Yu was clearly not one of those people.

He was the kind of fool who would sacrifice even his life for the sake of pride.

Ba Song disliked such people; there wasn’t much sense of achievement to be had in front of them…