Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1958 - 1959: The Showdown

The big guy with the towering build looked at Yang Fei with squinty eyes, his face full of prankish curiosity.

"Fatty, I really wanna know, how did you feed yourself into this shape? Your family loaded or sothing?"

Anger rose straight to Yang Fei's head and he glared at him.

"None of your damn business. Fatty Master just likes being fat, got a problem with that?"

In the barracks, a few cadets were cracked up by Yang Fei's words.

The tall, brawny guy bared his teeth in a grin, stretched out a palm the size of a fan, and reached to pinch Yang Fei's chubby cheek.

"Fatty, quite the temper, huh. Lem test your hand~feel for Grandpa here."

Yang Fei slanted his eyes at the guy, sneering inwardly.

There are bad people everywhere in this world.

Even in Sai Enshi Academy, there were plenty of bullies and thug-soldiers throwing their weight around.

Seeing the big man's fingers about to clamp down on Yang Fei's face—

Yang Fei shot his hand out and grabbed the big man's palm in one go.

In an instant, a fat guy and a dragon-tiger of a big man started testing strength against each other.

The big man was gifted by nature, his body massive and imposing.

His whole body's Essence Qi was far more vigorous than an ordinary cadet's; with his Divine Power, he was basically invincible among his peers.

So he hadn't taken Yang Fei seriously at all.

This fair, pudgy fellow actually dared to wrestle with him—very novel for the big man, spicing his prank with even more fun.

The others imdiately started heckling.

The barracks had no shortage of raging hormones; fighting was everyday military routine.

"This fatty's not bad, actually dares to go at it with Park Jung-eun."

"Co on, place your bets, I'm putting mine on the fatty losing."

"No shit, anyone can see this fatty's dood. I bet he loses in five seconds."

"With all that woman~flab on him, I say he can't even last three."

...

Amid the crowd's jeering, the big man's fan-like paw clamped tightly around the fatty's hand.

Park Jung-eun had trained in Iron Sand Palm–type Kung Fu; his palm could literally crush walnuts.

Even blue bricks in his hands were like kids' Eraser clay.

Park Jung-eun gripped Yang Fei's hand and used about half his strength.

He figured this guy would definitely scream in pain.

Who knew the fatty would just glance at him sideways, calm as a monk, completely unfazed.

Park Jung-eun was slightly stunned and added another twenty percent of strength.

He knew how vicious his Iron Sand Palm was; he didn't dare go all out.

Otherwise, if he crippled this fatty, he'd be in for so serious punishnt.

Yet the fatty still smiled at him with squinty eyes, and there was even a hint of mockery in that gaze.

Right then, the other cadets watching also realized sothing was off.

Their schadenfreude turned into surprise as they started cheering him on.

"Co on, Jung-eun, show this fatty how it's done."

"I say forget it, this fatty's hands are super~tender. If he gets hurt, the instructors will skin us."

"It's just a friendly spar, who told this fatty to act so cocky?"

...

While everyone chattered away, Park Ji-eun had been watching the fatty's expression the whole ti.

But he just couldn't find even a trace of pain on the fatty's face.

Park Jung-eun clenched his teeth and added another thirty percent strength, going full power.

The veins on his forearms bulged like winding snakes, his joints cracked and popped, and he was snorting rough air out of his nostrils.

But the fatty's hand seed to suddenly lose all bones, going soft and limp, like a cotton ball.

The harder Park Jung-eun squeezed, the softer the fatty's hand felt.

All of Park Jung-eun's fierce power had nowhere to land.

He couldn't help sucking in a sharp breath and looked at the fatty in spite of himself.

And just at that mont, the fatty also looked over at Park Jung-eun.

He smiled at Park Jung-eun with squinty eyes, but his gaze was pure provocation.

The other cadets watching also realized sothing was seriously wrong.

They stared dumbly at the fatty's hand being kneaded into all kinds of shapes in Park Jung-eun's palm.

Even so, they still couldn't see the slightest hint of pain on the fatty's face.

Park Jung-eun stared blankly at the fatty's face, a vague sense of dread rising in his heart.

The fatty glanced at Park Jung-eun and said mildly,

"Use your strength. Didn't you eat breakfast?"

"You're this damn big and that's all you've got? And you dare call yourself a man?"

Park Jung-eun had always prided himself on his Divine Power; nobody had ever roasted him like this before.

He hardened his resolve and unleashed one hundred and twenty percent of his strength.

At once his whole body's Xueqi surged and boiled, and above his head Essence Qi billowed up like wolf smoke.

Anyone could see that Park Jung-eun was going all out, and everyone instinctively turned to look at the fatty.

That damned fatty still wore the sa innocent, harmless smile.

He kept egging him on.

"Co on, harder, put your back into it. What, did you blow all your juice on so chick last night? That's all the strength you've got?"

Park Jung-eun's dark face flushed purple-red.

The fatty's heckling made him want to crawl into a hole.

He clenched his teeth so hard he was using even the strength he'd had as a baby; power roared through his entire body, his bones crackling nonstop.

This ti, the fatty nodded in satisfaction.

"Now that's more like it. Barely good enough to loosen up my joints."

With that, the fatty tightened his grip around Park Jung-eun's hand.

"Courtesy demands reciprocity. My turn now."

Park Jung-eun suddenly felt the fatty's soft, squishy hand turn into an iron vise.

That hard, unyielding pressure felt like steel, making his eyes go wide with shock.

Then the stabbing pain from his fingers made him hiss in cold air.

What the hell, that's not a human hand, that's a supersized damn bench vise!

Fingers linked to the heart, Park Jung-eun's hand felt like it was caught in a torture clamp, the pain drilling straight into his bones.

But for the sake of his pride, he still clenched his jaw and refused to concede.

However, his cheeks had tightened from the pain, muscles taut, his face twisted and grim.

Everyone watched Park Jung-eun nervously; they could all tell how fierce the fatty was.

The fatty still looked at Park Jung-eun with that squinty smile.

His fingers pinched into Park Jung-eun's palm, seemingly without much effort.

Yet from the way Park Jung-eun looked, everyone could feel the crushing pressure he was under.

Right now, every second was torture for Park Jung-eun.

He could feel the fatty's strength climbing bit by bit.

With each notch of force added, the pain he felt multiplied tenfold.

After two or three more seconds, Park Jung-eun finally couldn't take it.

Bean-sized drops of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Let go, I give up."

All the fight in Park Jung-eun's heart collapsed; he yanked his hand back and practically groaned his surrender.

Yang Fei didn't make things hard for him and released his grip.

Park Jung-eun let out a breath like a pardoned man. He looked down at his own hand and his eyes flew wide open.

His palm was swelling up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The flushed red muscles were turning slick and shiny, and the knuckle of his middle finger was already starting to deform.

If Yang Fei hadn't let go in ti, his knuckles would probably have snapped by now.

Everyone who saw Park Jung-eun's hand sucked in a breath of cold air.

This fatty, with his squinty smile, looked all kind and harmless.

But nobody had expected his Kung Fu to be this brutal—and that he'd hit this hard.

In that instant, everyone's gaze on the fatty completely changed.