Urban Super Soldier King
Chapter 138 - 138 138 Kicking Ba Song's Younger Brother

138: Chapter 138: Kicking Ba Song’s Younger Brother 138: Chapter 138: Kicking Ba Song’s Younger Brother Xiang Yu had completely adapted to Ba Song’s fighting style, and it was possible that Ba Song hadn’t yet realized his punches had slowed considerably from the beginning, and their strength had also diminished.

At this moment, Xiang Yu no longer dodged, it was time to counterattack.

Seeing that Xiang Yu stopped dodging, Ba Song also huffed coldly in his heart.

Regardless of how much strength he had left, as long as he could catch Xiang Yu, he could still win.

Ba Song threw a punch at Xiang Yu, who didn’t retreat but advanced, stepping in front of him, blocking it with his arm, and at the same time, he lashed out with his hand towards Ba Song’s face, delivering a loud slap.

The sound was very loud, probably audible to everyone in the Boxing Ring.

They were all shocked; just a moment ago, Ba Song was dominating, but the direction of the wind had suddenly changed.

It must have been an accident; Ba Song must have been careless.

While others could hardly believe it, Xiang Yu backhanded another slap.

After delivering two slaps, Xiang Yu quickly jumped back.

Ba Song already had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He chuckled coldly with his head down and then wiped it away.

Raising his head to look at Xiang Yu, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

“Well done, kid.

You’re the first one to land a hit on me.

You’ve successfully enraged me…”

Ba Song was indeed angry, but before he could finish speaking, Xiang Yu stepped forward and flew up with a kick aimed at Ba Song’s head.

Ba Song didn’t expect Xiang Yu to be so shameless; he at least should have let him finish what he was saying.

Now with half a sentence left unsaid, he felt somewhat stifled.

By now, Ba Song was completely exhausted.

He leaned his head back to dodge, and that’s when Xiang Yu’s left foot suddenly shot out with force, kicking Ba Song in the chest, sending him flying.

“Now we’re even,” Xiang Yu said coolly as he stood there, watching Ba Song.

Enraged, Ba Song clenched his fist and smashed it onto the floor of the ring.

The closer it got to this moment, the more he regretted not having restrained himself, after sleeping with a few women, now he was weak as a shrimp, his legs trembling.

For the first time in his years of boxing, he felt danger, a trace of fear in his heart.

He looked up at Xiang Yu and said, “We could have been brothers, as long as we join forces.

In this world’s Underground Boxing Ring, who else could stand against us?

Do you know how much money I’ve made from boxing these years?”

“How much?” Xiang Yu asked curiously, squatting there and watching Ba Song.

Seeing that his words had moved Xiang Yu, Ba Song simply sat there and stretched out two fingers.

“Two million?” Xiang Yu asked, feigning surprise.

Ba Song suddenly laughed, and then with a complex look in his eyes, he said to Xiang Yu, “Two million?

I make that much from a single fight today.

In these two years, I’ve made at least two hundred million.

As long as we work together, we’re sure to make even more.”

From Xiang Yu’s surprised expression just now, it was clear that Xiang Yu was a poor man, certainly not used to seeing much money.

If Ba Song tempted him with money, he might actually be able to win him over.

“That much, huh?

So how do you spend all that money?” Xiang Yu asked somewhat curiously.

“With money, are you afraid you won’t find ways to spend it?” By this time, Ba Song had already stood up from the ground.

“What are those two up to?” Sheng Wantao was curious down below.

But no one answered him, because the others didn’t know either, what the two of them were ‘secretly discussing.’ At this moment, Yan Bin suddenly had a bad premonition.

Could it be that Xiang Yu tried to bribe Ba Song with money, but failed?

Xiang Yu had money; two million to him was just a drop in the bucket.

Thinking thus, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, itching to rush over and eavesdrop on their conversation.

But as he was about to go down, Ba Song suddenly threw a punch at Xiang Yu’s head with such force that it showed no mercy.

At that moment, Yan Bin finally understood.

Ba Song had intended to defeat Xiang Yu with a strategy.

“What the hell is going on?” Yan Bin became puzzled.

Since Ba Song resorted to such a move, it meant that he was no match for Xiang Yu.

Ba Song actually played dirty, but who was Xiang Yu?

He was someone who never played by the rules.

How could he be fooled by such petty tricks?

As expected, the moment Ba Song threw his punch, Xiang Yu kicked him right in the groin—a vital yet vulnerable spot.

In general, it’s rare for fighters to target that area; it’s an unwritten rule of sorts.

But Xiang Yu couldn’t care less.

As long as he could easily win the match, why would he mind?

Besides, Ba Song was a dead man walking; it made no difference if his eggs were shattered.

Although Ba Song was also experienced in combat, he never would have expected Xiang Yu to make such a move.

He wanted to defend but had no idea how, so he could do nothing but clench his buttocks and take the hit.

Seizing the opportunity, Xiang Yu showed no mercy.

He kicked with all his might, sending Ba Song tumbling to the ground.

Ba Song let out a cry and rolled over, clutching his groin and wailing as if being castrated—a scene that could remind one of a ‘soul-destroying’ pig castration in the village.

“How does that feel?” Xiang Yu said calmly, squatting in front of Ba Song and looking down at him.

At this moment, Ba Song had pretty much lost his ability to fight.

He regretted accepting the job.

He had thought earning a million was going to be easy, but he ended up with this outcome instead.

His life was over; his sex life was finished.

But then he realized that now was not the time to fret about his sex life, but to save his own life.

He was curled up all over, straining to look up at Xiang Yu and said, “Brother, I was wrong.

Just let me go today, and I’ll give you half of my wealth.”

Xiang Yu shook his head with a smile and replied, “No.”

“All my wealth,” Ba Song pressed on desperately, “I have two hundred million.

Just let me go today, and it’s all yours.”

That was what he said, but if Xiang Yu did let Ba Song go, he would hire an assassin to kill Xiang Yu.

He loathed Xiang Yu to his core.

At that moment, sweat dripped down Ba Song’s face; after all, someone had just crushed his groin.

If it had been an ordinary person, they probably would have fainted from the pain long ago.

Ba Song was a fighter; he endured the pain, attempting to make a deal with Xiang Yu.

As he saw it, no one could resist the lure of money.

As long as he tempted Xiang Yu with wealth, he would surely be spared.

“You’re willing to give up two hundred million?” Xiang Yu suddenly paused and asked.

“Of course, it’s all I have.

I’m willing to give it all to you if you’ll just let me go,” Ba Song said earnestly.

Xiang Yu thought for a moment, then shook his head and replied, “Still no good.

Do you know who the Hong Jinshuai you killed today is?”

Upon hearing this, Ba Song was momentarily startled.

He had been focusing on observing Xiang Yu’s expression.

Hearing the name Hong Jinshuai, he couldn’t recall who it was, though it had crossed his mind just before.

“He was my master, and you killed him,” Xiang Yu said calmly and then shook his head with a sigh before walking over to Ba Song’s head…