Urban Super Soldier King

Chapter 1095: Chapter 1095: Deciding Victory in 3 Moves

Now they’ve all figured out Xiang Yu’s character. Seeing Xiang Yu proactively call a halt, they worry if he’s up to some trick again.

“Do the words you just said still hold water or not?” Xiang Yu looked at Jin Zhengming and asked.

Jin Zhengming frowned slightly and replied, “What words did I just say?”

“You said you’d knock me down within three moves, and if you didn’t, you’d lose,” Xiang Yu said.

“Pfft!” Over there, Yuan Huai couldn’t help but spit out his wine, still underestimating Xiang Yu’s shamelessness.

“Hall Master, don’t listen to his sweet talk; defeat him first,” Wu Jinlong said with a furrowed brow.

“Words that don’t count are as good as farts,” Tie Zhuzi stood by and said looking at the sky.

Having followed Xiang Yu for such a long time, he has learned one thing: if something can be solved simply, then do it, no matter how disdainful it seems to others—that’s secondary.noveldrama

“Alright, my words definitely count. If you can still stand after three moves, I’ll admit defeat,” Jin Zhengming said.

Xiang Yu just loves this kind of self-righteous person. Then he nodded and said, “Alright, let’s start.”

Jin Zhengming snorted coldly and then threw a punch at Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu knew Jin Zhengming was a master, so he also extended his fist towards Jin Zhengming.

The fists of the two collided, producing a muffled sound.

Upon seeing Xiang Yu’s act, Jin Zhengming couldn’t help but sneer. In Hong Men, everyone knows he’s famous for his iron fists.

He can shatter several bricks with one punch, let alone Xiang Yu’s fist.

When the fists met, Xiang Yu felt a powerful force on his fist, quickly spreading up his arm.

He realized the opponent’s strength was immense, and his body involuntarily retreated five steps before he could stand upright.

Likewise, Jin Zhengming also retreated, but he only took three steps before stopping.

This first move saw Xiang Yu falling behind.

Though Jin Zhengming gained the upper hand, he wasn’t pleased; instead, his face turned serious.

He had never met anyone who dared to punch him directly; his iron fists had killed many, and he thought he could defeat Xiang Yu with one punch today. Unexpectedly, Xiang Yu took it head-on.

Xiang Yu stood there with a calm smile, though his hand behind him was still numb.

He couldn’t help but think that this Hall Master is indeed extraordinary, never having seen so powerful a punch.

“Again,” Xiang Yu said, clenching his fists and moving towards Jin Zhengming.

Jin Zhengming was surprised, and involuntarily took half a step back. He considers his fists unbeatable but finds himself helpless against someone like Xiang Yu who recklessly confronts.

If he takes another punch from Xiang Yu, his fists might get injured.

Realizing this, Jin Zhengming withdrew his fist and kicked towards Xiang Yu’s head.

Xiang Yu had anticipated this; he knew the opponent wouldn’t continue punching him, hence feigned to scare Jin Zhengming.

If the opponent truly sought another punch, Xiang Yu would choose to yield, but now he had already overwhelmed him in momentum.

Seeing the opponent kick, Xiang Yu quickly ducked and swept his leg.

Jin Zhengming reacted swiftly, jumping backward. Though already thirty-five, he was nimble and agile, clearly a person who trains regularly.

Jin Zhengming’s kick was easily neutralized by Xiang Yu, which made him lose face.

“Does this count as two moves already?” Tie Zhuzi asked sarcastically.

“You big fool, stop shouting here,” Deputy Hall Master Wu Jinlong yelled angrily.

Now only one move remains. If Jin Zhengming fails to win, by their agreement, he must concede to Xiang Yu.

Jin Zhengming wasn’t anxious, merely snorting coldly before retreating a few steps.

Seeing this move, Xiang Yu also became wary.

Judging from Jin Zhengming’s face, he certainly has some trick up his sleeve, otherwise he wouldn’t be so composed.

Yuan Huai, sitting by the wall, took a sip of wine, and then seriously watched Jin Zhengming. Shaking his head with a smile, he thought to himself, “Jin Zhengming, you’ve been using this trick for years…”

Jin Zhengming backed up a few steps then suddenly charged at Xiang Yu.

Jin Zhengming charged with immense force, looking like a massive iron bull from afar; if that collided with someone, it could kill them.

Xiang Yu dared not confront it head-on, so he turned and ran. From the previous exchanges,

it’s clear Jin Zhengming’s whole body is notably sturdy, only aiming to knock Xiang Yu out with brute force.

But Xiang Yu wasn’t fooled. Seeing the opponent sprint at him, his first choice was to flee.

Xiang Yu moved swiftly, with Jin Zhengming unable to catch up.

“Shameless.”

“Bastard.”

Those around Hong Men saw Xiang Yu pulling this move and cursed in anger, never expecting Xiang Yu to be this shameless.

Tie Zhuzi, holding his stick, coughed but said nothing, understanding Xiang Yu’s approach.

After all, a reckless collision like that wouldn’t just harm, but Xiang Yu wasn’t that foolish to let it happen.

Jin Zhengming moved quickly, but Xiang Yu was no slower, running in zigzags, making him impossible to catch.

The scene looked somewhat comical, hardly resembling a serious contest between masters—more like kids playing house.

Jin Zhengming was so angry he nearly spit blood, intending to strike Xiang Yu with this move but faced an unexpected result.

Jin Zhengming failed to complete even half a lap before stopping.

Upon seeing this, Tie Zhuzi immediately yelled, “Three moves are up, no cheating, you’ve lost.”

“Impossible, our Hall Master’s third move hasn’t even started yet,” Wu Jinlong shouted angrily.

Xiang Yu saw the opponent had stopped, then suddenly turned and exerted force with his feet, charging straight at Jin Zhengming.

“Take this!” Xiang Yu shouted, jumping up and kicking towards Jin Zhengming.

With this kick, Xiang Yu used eighty percent of his power, and combined with the momentum of running, equaled his usual full force.

Xiang Yu worried that a full-force kick might kill Jin Zhengming, hence didn’t use all his strength.

Seeing Xiang Yu actively attack, Jin Zhengming analyzed the speed and realized he couldn’t dodge in time.

At a critical moment, Jin Zhengming directly brought his arms together, blocking them in front of his face.

Confident in his arms, believing they could withstand Xiang Yu’s kick without an issue.

At this critical juncture, everyone held their breath, including Yuan Huai by the wall, who raised his head and stared blankly at the scene…