Speaking of which, this kid He Qiang's toughness is exactly the sa as Lin Hongbin's—not only did he forcefully take down the first opponent, he also stalled for ti just like Lin Hongbin.
But with such massive physical exertion, he ended up collapsing on the ground from exhaustion.
"Li Sai, let go."
"Boss Lei, you…"
"We've already lost three people, and they've only lost two. If either you or Tianhao loses one more match, then Xiaofan won't even get a chance to co on as a substitute."
"Mm, I get it."
Xiaolei was still most worried about that guy in black clothes. He'd been sitting calmly on the side the whole ti, looking at him with that half-smile that never quite reached his eyes.
He Qiang and Lin Hongbin had just earned a wave of applause, and even before Xiaolei got on stage and the match started, the crowd watching from afar began clapping wildly to cheer him on.
After all, he was the powerhouse who did a one-versus-five in the first round; everyone was filled with confidence in him.
And Xiaolei really didn't let them down.
As soon as he got on the ring, he blasted his opponent out of bounds in just two minutes with thunderous ferocity. And that was with Xiaolei intentionally holding back.
When Japan's fourth fighter stepped onto the stage, Xiaolei deliberately started dragging out the ti.
He didn't take the initiative to attack, just toyed with the other guy. Anyway, he had the speed advantage, and although the ring wasn't big, the opponent couldn't even touch the hem of Xiaolei's clothes.
But just as Xiaofan had predicted, after that one-versus-five earlier, if Xiaolei then had to keep kiting his opponent around such a small ring, the physical drain would be enormous.
His footwork began to slow down. The opponent gradually managed to keep up with Xiaolei's pace.
However, this wasn't Xiaolei's limit. Seeing the opponent closing in, his steps suddenly stopped, and he launched a counterattack.
This move scared the opponent into an imdiate retreat; he almost fell for Xiaolei's bait.
Like this, it was impossible to fight. Xiaolei refused to attack first, and when the Japanese fighter attacked, he couldn't beat Xiaolei anyway. What, were they just going to let him keep draining ti like this?
What exactly was his goal?
The fighters outside the ring were completely puzzled. Lei Xiaolei clearly could win, so why was he wasting ti here?
Suddenly, the man in black sitting in Japan's prep area twitched, as if he had realized sothing. He stood up, looking around with a hint of nervousness.
No, Lei Xiaolei obviously had the advantage. Why would he drag things out? Could it be… he really has co back?
"Referee, Jiro concedes. We're changing fighters." Having sensed the troops' movent, the man imdiately requested a voluntary forfeit from the referee, then personally stepped onto the stage.
Jiro, who'd been ruled to have conceded, glared at Lei Xiaolei with a face full of unwillingness, but since the highest-ranking executor had called him back, he had no choice but to obey.
They only had one man left, and Xiaolei, feeling that the opponent was no weakling, clearly knew that in his exhausted state, he was no match.
But why hadn't Xiaofan arrived yet…
Just then, Fan Lingtian raised three fingers at Xiaolei.
Three? Three minutes? Then he would hold out for three more minutes.
Xiaofan was riding his motorbike straight ahead. Having gotten permission for a cleared route, he gunned the lone bike down the empty road at full speed.
But as more and more reporters appeared along the sides of the road, he knew he was close to Tianann.
At that mont, the Number One Leader was in a car slowly waving to the soldiers lining the road, while the upright, imposing soldiers shouted "Long live the motherland!" in unison.
Then a commotion broke their rhythm.
It appeared—a violent engine roar ca from afar, getting closer, rapidly approaching the parade formation.
With no prior notice, the officers and soldiers nearby all looked over nervously.
"Protect the leader!"
No one knew who shouted it, but the soldiers watching from the roadside suddenly sward forward, forming layer after layer of human barricades that blocked the entire road. They firmly shielded the Number One Leader's car behind them, using their flesh and blood to stop the unknown intruder.
"Hello hello, good morning everyone. I—I'm rushing over 'cause I've got an ergency, the match, you know."
The scene forced Xiaofan to slam on the brakes from fifty ters out. Parking the bike, Xiaofan apologized with an embarrassed face. Because right up ahead, the ring for the match was just over there.
But here, in front of the Number One Leader, he had to stop. He couldn't just force his way through.
"Ye Xiaofan?"
"Uh, that's , that's …"
"Go on. Make way for him, back to your positions."
Hearing the Number One Leader speak, the soldiers, though confused, quickly returned to their original formations.
"Uh, thanks."
He'd seen Xiaofan's photo and recognized him—this must be that amazing kid Fan Lingtian kept talking about. The fact that he made it in ti was already pretty good.
"Mm, wait…"
"Ah, what is it?"
"All those victims have been rescued, right?"
"Yeah, they're out."
"Good. Go, and make sure you win."
"Got it, no problem."
The Number One Leader was a symbolic figure; he had to see the parade through, and he couldn't see the match at all. But it was obvious that he also cared a lot about this competition.
Xiaofan hopped back on the bike, gave a not-so-standard military salute, then sped forward again.
This little episode was naturally captured by dia caras all over the world. Of course, the later official explanation was that it was just a spur-of-the-mont staged drill, a test of how Huaxia's soldiers react to sudden incidents, nothing more.
Now let's turn back to the match.
"Ah…"
"No, don't!"
The audience outside the ring kept crying out in worry, and so young girls couldn't help bursting into tears.
Xiaolei was fighting too hard. This ti, he took a punch and spat blood, making everyone's heart leap into their throats.
"Give up. You're not my opponent."
"Big talk. Knock down first, then say that."
"You've held out this long—who are you waiting for?"
"Heh, so what if I am?"
"Then I'll end you early and make sure that person can't make it in ti."
"You…"
The man in black exploded forward again, charging at Xiaolei.
"Thunderbolt Palm…"
"Nani?"
The opponent clearly didn't expect Xiaolei to still have enough Inner Strength left to unleash the Thunderbolt Palm. He took Xiaolei's palm strike head-on.
A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but with it ca a bloody-toothed smile.
"You… a mutant…"
Bang. Under Xiaolei's shocked gaze, he got blasted away by another punch. The man in black imdiately followed up; with one more hit, even if he couldn't kill him, he'd at least cripple one of Ye Xiaofan's key subordinates.
"Heh." Facing that overwhelming fist, Xiaolei, who no longer had the strength to defend himself, suddenly smiled.
The incoming fist stopped dead in front of Xiaolei's eyes. The man in black's face twisted in horror; he turned his head in disbelief to look offstage. Where was this dense Killing Qi coming from, to be this terrifying?
Amid the crowd, a man in a Huaxia team tracksuit strolled in. His pace was unhurried, yet he radiated a kingly aura. His expression was very grim; his eyes, like the gaze of a Death God, locked tightly onto the person in the ring… the Mutant—Ling San.
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