Luo Yan was stunned; Glass Man had actually joined the group of fighters? Was it because he was strong? No, it probably was because he was a Japanese person, and sooner or later, he would be trained into a Radiation.
Let Gao Xin fight this guy?
Gao Xin weighed seventy kilograms, while his opponent was more than double that! And he was an authentic fighting expert, who seed to be a master of karate at that.
Luo Yan was speechless; what was there to fight? How could he possibly agree?
However, Gao Xin still responded without hesitation, "Okay."
It was as if he hadn’t thought it through at all.
"What?" Luo Yan’s eyes widened, thinking to himself that Gao Xin must have gone mad. Against superior Glass n like Su Lei and Luo Ban, he might still have a chance, but how could he fight this person? This was sending him to his death!
Maybe with the Hunting Group, there might also be death, but there might be a chance for survival. But Oyama Mas was too strong; such a head-on fight, a real knife and gun battle, there was hardly any chance at all.
At this mont, even the Vipers were shocked, looking at Gao Xin’s serious expression, they couldn’t help but wonder: could this kid actually have the strength? Was he not just talking tough?
No, everyone could see it, Gao Xin’s face had swelled up; that was from being slapped by Sasaki earlier.
It was now very obviously swollen, red to the point of bleeding, severely injured, clearly he had nothing special.
It truly fit the saying, "pretending to be fat with a swollen face."
"Damn, Gao Xin is now in a predicant; he only knows how to stubbornly hold out till the end," Luo Yan said.
Luo Yan noticed the look in Gao Xin’s eyes; apart from determination, there was also a numbness, which, combined with the swollen face, created an even more dazed appearance.
He realized it was a kind of lack of choice, an unthinking stubbornness.
Even one could say, he had lost his reason!
"Are you confident?" Viper asked doubtfully.
Gao Xin was resolute, "Co on, I will win."
After saying that, he stepped forward actively, walking right up to Oyama Mas.
Then, with furious eyes, he charged up like a madman and threw a powerful punch with all his might.
At that mont, everyone believed, he truly was strong.
"Keep it up, Gao Xin bro!" Su Lei couldn’t help but shout out.
All the newcors widened their eyes, not knowing what to expect.
Oyama Mas didn’t know where the other party’s confidence ca from, and for a mont, he was sowhat uneasy: I won’t lose, right?
He braced himself, focused, and dodged the punch.
Then he pushed hard, hitting Gao Xin right in the chest.
"Bang!"
Gao Xin was sent flying backward, flipping one and a half tis in the air, rolling out three ters away, and landing on the ground.
There was a scoffing sound, both of Gao Xin spitting blood and many people who couldn’t hold back, laughing mockingly.
His boasting had failed, the bluff was finally called.
What was all that? Wasn’t he just an ordinary person as they had concluded earlier?
And he was sure to win, betting his head on it?
The newcors sighed, so he was just tough-talking after all.
That’s reality for you, a slap of reality to bury him into the ground, knocked out in an instant.
"Hahaha!" Sasaki laughed loudly, creating a cheerful atmosphere at the scene.
Viper too showed an amused smile; this was indeed the fun he had wanted to see, just a Glass Man.
"Weren’t you sure you would win? I’m not yet satisfied," he said.
Hearing everyone laugh at him, Gao Xin stood up in a daze, "Right... I will win..."
"It’s not over yet, I can fight well..."
He coughed out blood, the hit he took had broken his ribs.
Moving even a little bit caused unbearable pain.
His face contorted; it was a physiological phenonon, beyond suppression.
The newcors watched and thought to themselves, he’s not getting up again, is he? Why is he still being stubborn?
Can’t you just be a good slave, silently strive for the status of a diocre glass figurine, work hard, and you should be able to live a very long life?
Why endure a brutal beating, doesn’t it hurt?
Gao Xin was certainly in pain, but he still stood up.
The Radiation, however, was indifferent, "Fine, continue, continue."
Gao Xin didn’t hesitate and charged towards Oyama Mas again, still throwing punches with all his might.
"Bang!"
This ti Oyama Mas didn’t even bother to dodge and swatted him away with another palm.
After doing so, he turned back to look at the Radiation and noticed the latter’s face full of amusent, greatly enjoying the show, so he turned back around and struck a fighting pose again.
Oyama Mas was clear about his role and planned to go easier next ti so as not to kill the ordinary man too quickly.
He knew all too well that in the eyes of the Radiation, this was just an exhibition match, and there was no real difference between him and the ordinary man, they were rely glass figurines, just toys.
If he didn’t satisfy the Radiation, and killed too quickly, that would be his mistake.
"Bang!"
Gao Xin was sent flying ti and again, yet each ti he continued to fight on.
Without the slightest intention of conceding defeat.
Luo Yan saw that Gao Xin had beco numb, so bewildered that he threw caution to the wind, fearless in the face of life and death.
This fearlessness was akin to giving up!
Risking one’s own life in a reckless gamble, an attitude of "dare to kill, dare to die", highly emotional, yet before his death, he certainly couldn’t be told that there was no hope of winning.
Don’t ask, because the answer will always be that he will definitely win, stubborn to the death.
Even he might have started to believe it himself.
Having been wronged, had Gao Xin’s spirit derailed after a series of setbacks? Had he finally broken down in despair?
"Your nature is so resolute."
"Have you lost the ability to adapt?"
Only Luo Yan and Su Lei felt sad among those present.
No, there was another, ii, who had unconsciously co to Luo Yan’s side, "What’s wrong with him? Why is he so obstinate?"
She called it obstinacy, which was already a mild term; she even wondered whether Gao Xin had suffered a ntal collapse.
Luo Yan said bitterly, "Have you ever seen such a person who has no talent, no way out, soone who doesn’t even know what he can or cannot achieve?"
"Life always accompanies failure, and even so, he refuses to bow his head, but instead consoles himself saying this is inconsequential, that is inconsequential. Eventually, he really numbs himself, as if none of it matters anymore, as if death is the worst that could happen."
Su Lei touched his face and said, "Are you talking about ? When I fail, I tell myself that I always knew I was useless, but when I succeed, I say this is exactly what I wanted to do."
Luo Yan shook his head, "He’s just an ordinary person, and moreover, one who was wrongfully brought here, who, after experiencing everything on this island, finally seized the chance to change his own destiny with all his might yesterday. Yet, today, his efforts were thwarted once again..."
"This kind of failure from start to finish is probably the epito of his life."
"In the past, he could tell himself it doesn’t matter countless tis, taking it as the price for his own mistakes, but this one ti, he could not bear it, as he had done nothing wrong and was sent to this island... He exhausted all his efforts, yet still had to endure the irreversible pain."
"So this ti, he ’matters’."
"When ordinary people encounter desperate situations, they only have two choices: either admit their diocrity and fail while they live, or never admit it, choosing to fail in death, so at least they don’t have to taste defeat..."
"He chose the latter, there has to be one real chance in life to be reckless."
Su Lei clenched his teeth, "Why must it end in failure?"
Luo Yan answered helplessly, "What else? Without pedigree, without power, there is no other way."
"If he had just remained a slave, barely existing, it would have been one thing, but he insistently wants to break away from this desperate situation, unwilling to accept his fate."
"He’s staking his life for a chance, a direct and fair fight with no trickery. Even if this chance is bound to fail, even if it invites ridicule, it’s the only thing he can do now, no longer considering the outco. After all, he’s used to failing after such desperate gambles."
"He’s now enjoying the process of going all out, and maybe only in this way can he feel that he is in control of his own life."
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