Capítulo 2146: Chapter 1376: Strawberry Fruit Candy
When traveling, one’s identity is self-proclaid. Saying the Daoist Sister is half his ntor is surely an exaggeration; at most, she gave a few pointers on stance technique. But after learning her background, Boss Jiang still dared to step onto the ring, definitely not pretending to be more capable than he is.
He’s not comparable to soone like Tanki Liuli, an immortal, but he did achieve the feat of the “Elevator War God” in Korea and never slacked on physical training afterward. Four or five ordinary people can’t even get close to him, which is certainly no joke. He just didn’t expect the opponent to show no courtesy at all.
Then again, it’s to be expected.
Military personnel always value the outco.
And he understands the disposition of this female Major General now.
“Whoosh.”
Her bare foot’s arch tightens like a drawn compound bow, grazing past his nose. With so ntal preparation, Boss Jiang, under the influence of his alertness, remains calm, swiftly leaning back to open up the distance.
“Miss Liu, a sneak attack isn’t quite gentlemanly.”
He tries to speak with his opponent to ease the tension; after all, friendship cos first. But she responds with an even stronger spinning side kick.
From the mont her foot touches the ground to the twisting of her waist, the whole motion is seamless.
“Smack!”
Jiang Chen instinctively raises his hand, indeed “catching” her other foot precisely. But he underestimated the contained force, a fierce power causing pain in his wrist, making him stagger backward uncontrollably. If not for the ropes protecting him, he would have fallen off the ring.
Behind a famous na lies no ordinary feat.
Her achievents actually say it all.
“Are you okay?”
Wang Heting leans against the edge of the ring, expressing concern, while gesturing to Jiang Chen, hinting for him to quickly raise the white flag. Boss Jiang thinks the sa; after witnessing so many female heroes, he holds no discrimination against won nor any psychological burden. Who would dare say losing to a female Major General is shaful?
Try it yourself then.
Well-versed in being able to be humble and to assert oneself, Jiang Chen shakes his numb wrist, about to surrender. But the opponent seems to foresee his plan, not giving him a chance to end the match.
“Swish.”
Out of the corner of his eye, the ponytail whips up like an iron whip. Jiang Chen uses the elasticity of the ropes to nimbly spring away, dodging a whip-leg capable of crushing a sandbag.
Rage.
It’s simply too furious.
Not even ntioning being drenched in sweat, Jiang Chen begins to consider whether him stepping onto the stage was too reckless. He hadn’t expected her to be so fierce. Knowing this, he might as well have let the Daoist Sister take the match. Sotis being courteous might not be so important.
No ti to catch a breath, the opponent seems to know his thoughts, determined to let this competition have a true rather than verbal outco. She closes in on Jiang Chen who dodged away.
“Liu…”
The interval is too short, allowing Jiang Chen to only cry out a word.
“Strike back.”
Her gaze is calm, with a sharp edge, showing respect for soone, clearly going all out, she throws her left hand in a fist toward Jiang Chen’s shoulder, having the advantage.
Surrender seems out of the question; if he doesn’t show so true skills, it’s hard to step down gracefully today.
Losing is fine.
But Jiang Chen cannot accept being beaten black and blue.
The Daoist Sister is watching below. Even if he can’t be a hero, he can’t beco a coward.
Finally, not just dodging blindly, Major Liu’s words seem to take effect. Jiang Chen no longer thinks solely about surrender, showing the spirit a man should have, he takes a solid position to counter her elbow strike.
“Smack.”
The hair thin as cicada wings slightly raised, Liu Sangyu retreats a step using the force, then follows up with a knee, crashing toward Jiang Chen’s abdon in a blink.
If this hits, soone’s lunch is bound to be spewed, which would be quite disgraceful.
Jiang Chen long forgets about saving face for his opponent; their prowess doesn’t need protection. This ti, he uses both hands to firmly control the opponent’s foot just inches from his abdon.
The ensuing scene is highly cinematic; with her foot secured, Liu Sangyu doesn’t struggle, instead stomping forcefully with her other foot, successfully lifting off the ground parallel to the ring.
Realizing her intention, Jiang Chen, having no third hand to block, abandons etiquette in a flash, stepping back, then slamming the ankle downward with force.
Amateurs watch the excitent, pros watch the subtleties.
By the ring, Wang Heting watches with gleaming eyes, no longer as concerned about Jiang Chen, as for his big sister…
He never worried.
“Smack.”
Though Liu Sangyu should painfully crash to the ground, she easily absorbs the fall with a single-handed landing, smoothly rolling to counter Jiang Chen with her legs.
With scissor legs clamping onto Jiang Chen’s ankle, his heart skips a beat, deeply experiencing the difference between a true military powerhouse and a societal thug. Without sufficient ti to rethink a strategy, Jiang Chen quickly loses balance and falls onto the ring as well, with his competitive spirit gradually awakened.
Previously sparring with the Daoist Sister, Jiang Chen held a “pilgrim’s” ntality with aims to train and learn, but not everyone can occupy the position she holds in his heart.
Certainly, such a young female Major General is formidable, but after all, she’s just flesh and blood.
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