Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 59 - Kowtow and Admit Defeat and You’ll Be Spared
59: Chapter 59: Kowtow and Admit Defeat, and You’ll Be Spared
59 -59: Kowtow and Admit Defeat, and You’ll Be Spared
Above the ring, two men were battling fiercely.
This was no regular boxing match, so neither of them showed any mercy in their blows; every strike was meant to kill.
In the beginning, the muscular man built like a mountain completely dominated, overpowering his opponent with ease.
The crowd below cheered for their correct choice—it was simply too easy to make money.
They just had to wait a little while longer, and a stack of cash would be theirs.
“What were you thinking, letting us place all our money on that guy?” Shi Jian said unhappily.
It was clear to anyone with eyes that the tall man and the skinny guy weren’t in the same league, but Xiang Yu had insisted on backing the skinny fighter.
Xiang Yu just smiled and said no more.
Everyone thought the muscular man would only need a few punches to take down the skinny guy, but to their surprise, five minutes had passed without either claiming victory.
And the muscular man was noticeably running out of steam—his punches were slower, and they packed a lot less power.
Meanwhile, the skinny guy was still full of energy.
As the muscular man missed a punch and tried to move back into defense, the skinny fighter delivered a kick right into his opponent’s waist, followed by a punch to the head, then another kick.
The skinny man pressed his advantage, raining punch after punch onto the muscular man’s head until he couldn’t get up anymore.
The place was silent, devoid of the initial cheers.
Nobody could believe that the skinny man had won—it chilled their hearts, quashing their dreams of a big payday.
Even Shi Jian stood with his mouth agape, unable to believe what he saw.
If he hadn’t been by Xiang Yu’s side the whole time, he might have suspected Xiang Yu had been in cahoots with the others.
They had placed a bet with ten to one odds and laid down two thousand yuan; now, they had twenty thousand.
“That’s amazing, we’re making money so fast,” Shi Jian said excitedly.
The second match was just as intense, but with evenly matched fighters—people were betting on both.
But yet again, Xiang Yu guessed the winner, making Shi Jian wonder if he was some sort of fortune teller.
The people around them naturally overheard Xiang Yu’s predictions and, in the third match, they followed suit and bet on the same fighter he did.
Sure enough, the result was exactly as Xiang Yu had predicted.
Everyone was happy to have won money, so they were all looking forward to the next match.
The first contender of the fourth bout was a man with a bare upper body, not fat but clearly muscular—a textbook definition of a tough guy who was clearly not on the same level as the previous six contestants.
“Who’s the next fighter?
Please come to the ring quickly,” the host yelled with fervor.
But nobody dared to step up; the audience were no rookies, and at first glance, they could tell this man was no pushover.
“It’s my turn,” Xiang Yu suddenly stood up, stretching leisurely.
The people around him looked on in shock.
This kid must be crazy, they thought—if he really wanted to fight, he should have joined earlier matches.
“Be careful, Brother Yu,” both Shi Jian and Tie Zhuzi said as they watched Xiang Yu.
Xiang Yu simply nodded his head and then made his way down.
“I’m up next,” he shouted, raising his hand high.
All eyes fell on him, seeing Xiang Yu with his smiling tiger demeanor.
Dressed in a white suit that had a large hole in the back, “What’s with this outfit, a beggar or something?”
“This kid must be crazy for money, rushing towards his own death.”
The observers studied Xiang Yu carefully, debating their bets.
They didn’t care if Xiang Yu would be alive or dead later; they loved a match with an obvious skill gap—that’s how they made money.
Above the cage, the woman in the little cage seemed to hear the mockery from below.
She glanced down indifferently, aware of her fate—if she wasn’t rescued tonight, she’d rather die than continue this existence.
But just one glance reignited her hope anew.
“Xiang Yu!” She struggled to sit up and looked down, seeing the tall figure, the handsome face, and that white attire— who else could it be but Xiang Yu?
“How is he here?
Has he come to save me?
How did he know I was here?” A string of questions flashed through Lan Tingting’s mind incessantly, and she could not help but let the tears flow.
“He really came, he really did…” She wanted to shout out loud, but when the words reached her lips, she held them back.
She knew where she was and worried that she might distract Xiang Yu with her own concerns.
Her hands over her mouth, she sobbed continuously, wondering how she could ever repay him in this lifetime.
“Is that the Xiang Yu you spoke of?
He doesn’t seem all that great, does he?” In one of the upper compartments, a person stood beside Yan Bin.
This man stood erect, legs slightly apart, his face angular—clearly a man with a military background.
He was Yan Bin’s subordinate, Luo Li, in charge of managing the fighting arena.
“Don’t be fooled by his appearance.
He’s not simple.
After he took down our Third, now even Qian Meiduo is missing.
The more I see of him, the less I understand,” Yan Bin said with an icy look in his eyes.
“Don’t overestimate him.
Whenever you’re tired of playing games with him, just let me know, and I’ll have the boys take care of him,” Luo Li said nonchalantly, as if the man below was an ant he could crush at will.
“We will talk about that when the time comes.
Let’s see how many rounds he can last in this arena,” Yan Bin said.
By now, Yan Bin had written Xiang Yu off as a dead man.
As long as Xiang Yu fought in this arena, he could send in a few experts easy and breezy and have it done.
Even if Xiang Yu survived the arena, he would simply have Luo Li take action later, finishing him off with a single bullet in a deserted place.
Xiang Yu approached the center, signed the life-and-death waiver, and stepped into the arena.
The crowd around began to scream wildly—they were frenzied, ready to bet all their savings.
If they had misjudged the first match, this time they were certain.
Because Xiang Yu looked utterly careless, while the man on the stage was well-built, with a stomach defined by standard eight-pack abs and an utterly emotionless face, the very image of a lonely master.
Only such a person was considered a true master in the eyes of the crowd, the epitome of perfection they envisioned.
As Xiang Yu stepped onto the platform, the host cast a pitiful glance at him.
He’d been here for a while and usually could tell at a glance how things stood.
Although the muscle man seemed to be showing off, his standard physique was there for all to see, which probably meant he wasn’t too shabby.
“If you’re both ready, let’s begin.” The host announced and stepped down from the stage, then locked the cage.
“I look forward to learning from you,” Xiang Yu said with a bow.
The muscle man glanced indifferently at Xiang Yu and snorted coldly, as if Xiang Yu wasn’t even worth his effort.
“You’d better kneel down and surrender now.
If I have to make a move, I’ll kill you,” the muscle man said coldly.
“Asking me to surrender?
Why don’t you surrender?
If I surrender, will you pay me?…”
(ps: Friends reading this book, please add it to your collection, so I know)
