Chapter 931: Chapter 920: Show of Power
The halfti break was only 30 minutes. So people were still injured, but the event committee didn’t care, because they said, on the battlefield, the enemy wouldn’t give you ti to rest. So, giving you a thirty-minute break here is already very rciful. Can’t fight anymore? Then just admit defeat.
Admitting defeat is sothing that soldiers naturally can’t do. In the first match against India, Yu Jie and Jian Yun tried to cleverly withdraw from the battle because they firmly believed their instructor could lead them to the finals. So, when things were beyond control, they chose to conserve their combat strength and wait for this match to fight to the bitter end.
"Yu Jie will go first, then Jian Yun, Fang Ming third, Mao Shan fourth, and I’ll be the last." Song Yun said.
"Got it!" Everyone nodded in unison.
Song Yun said, "This is the finals. If we really win, then in the future, our Blue Demon won’t have to sneak around when executing overseas missions. With military immunity, as long as we have a legitimate reason, we can enter other countries to carry out military tasks. By then, if those monkeys in the South Sea or those Indonesia bastards try to ss with us, we can lead a team to charge over, and whoever crosses the line will be killed!"
"Whoever crosses the line will be killed!" Mao Shan said fiercely.
The thirty minutes passed quickly.
The match was about to start.
The first to enter the arena was Yu Jie, and the opponent’s first was the person who was previously their fourth, the one who had taken out Paslov, Jas.
"Hey, buddy, ready to face death?" Jas asked with a playful expression.
"Who dies, isn’t certain!" Yu Jie said coldly.
The match began!
With the referee’s command.
Yu Jie charged towards Jas.
Jas stood on stage with his elbows bent, hands on both sides of his head, and his feet tapping in nimble footwork—standard boxing posture.
Yu Jie’s fists quickly targeted Jas. Jas quickly danced away, dodging Yu Jie’s fists, while throwing a straight punch. Yu Jie barely dodged, but Jas’s hook followed swiftly.
Bam.
Yu Jie managed to block his head with his hands, but the imnse force still made Yu Jie stagger sideways. Jas quickly rushed up, grabbed Yu Jie’s head, yanked it down, and then lifted his knee, relentlessly smashing it into Yu Jie’s face!
Yu Jie wrapped his hands around his head, trying to resist the force, but didn’t expect Jas’s strength to be astonishing. After just two blows, Yu Jie was dazed, losing strength in his hands, and Jas grinned ferociously, kneeing Yu Jie’s head repeatedly.
Bam, bam, bam.
Blood spurted from Yu Jie’s nose, his vision blurred, but Jas didn’t stop. He lifted Yu Jie’s head and punched it fiercely.
Bam.
Yu Jie was sent flying, landing unconscious on the ground.
"Too weak." Jas shrugged helplessly.
dical personnel hurriedly rushed up and carried Yu Jie down.
Song Yun’s face darkened. He said, "This guy’s skills are strong! Mao Shan, check on Yu Jie, see if he’s okay."
"Okay!" Mao Shan said, heading away.
"Jian Yun, if it’s impossible later, concede!" Song Yun said in a low voice.
"Heh, I’ll do my best!" Jian Yun smiled and went straight to the stage.
"Another one here to die!" Jas laughed. "Buddy, just give up. I don’t like torturing others."
"Hmph!" Jian Yun sneered. "You’ll pay for your arrogance."
The match comnced again.
Jian Yun’s skills were slightly better than Yu Jie’s, but under Jas’s punches, he still couldn’t hold out for long. It was like watching Song Yun fight soone from the Tiger List—it was completely one-sided.
Nonetheless, throughout, Jian Yun never uttered a word of surrender. Like Yu Jie, he was knocked out on the stage.
By this ti, Mao Shan had returned.
"Concussion and a broken nose." Mao Shan said grimly.
"When it’s your turn, if there’s a chance, take him out!" Song Yun said, squinting.
"I understand!" Mao Shan replied solemnly.
Jian Yun was also carried off by dical staff, and next up was Fang Ming.
As the original team leader, Fang Ming tangled with Jas for quite so ti, but due to the disparity in skill, he too was finally carried off. In one fell swoop, Shen Zhou’s side had been taken down three to one! The entire training ground fell silent, everyone tensely watching Mao Shan, the fourth to take the stage.
"Your performance was quite good!" Jas observed Mao Shan. "But you’re not my opponent."
"Hmph." Mao Shan didn’t say much. He simply threw aside his coat, revealing a body brimming with muscle.
The match started.
Mao Shan’s strength was formidable, as seen in previous matches. However, to everyone’s surprise, even though it was a bit embarrassing, Jas exploited a flaw, knocking Mao Shan out of bounds!
With that, Shen Zhou had been clean swept four to zero!
"Very strong!" Mao Shan’s body trembled slightly. Even though he wasn’t as injured as the previous three, Mao Shan could sense Jas’s overpowering strength, especially the feeling of his bones nearly shattering under those punches.
"Tsk tsk tsk, looks like Arica sent over two extraordinary people this ti!" Song Yun chuckled. "Jas’s strength is comparable, even stronger, than Ashwia’s."
"I think so too!" Mao Shan took a deep breath. "The punches are very sharp, especially the straight punch—it’s too powerful! You must be careful."
"I’m aware!" Song Yun nodded, stepping onto the stage.
"Only you are left!" Jas smiled. "You promised Ashwia earlier, I saw you. You’re very strong."
"And then?" Song Yun tilted his head.
"Then I’ll unleash my full strength to fight you!" Jas cracked his neck. "I’ll make sure you die thoroughly."
"Bring it on then."
The match began.
This ti, Jas launched the first attack.
His legs danced rapidly on the ground, making his whole body seem elusive.
Song Yun’s hands hung naturally. As Jas neared, Song Yun took a deep breath.
Jas’s straight punch was already nearing!
Song Yun slightly stepped back with his left foot, then directly punched at Jas’s fist, aiming for a direct collision!
Bam.
A dull sound was heard. Jas flew out like a broken kite, his arm bent into a grotesque shape.
Fracture!!
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