Chapter 216: Fight!

(All right, all right, ^_^)

Besides the other party's 'origin' surprising Wang Yanbing a bit, what surprised him even more was that this guy actually damn well understood Chinese! After just hearing this short guy say 'Nani', Wang Yanbing instinctively replied with 'Little Japanese', not expecting that this would completely anger the other party.

"Bah! You lowly person!"

If he hadn't said that and merely shown anger, Wang Yanbing would certainly have immediately apologized for his slip of the tongue.

After all, that war ended decades ago; although Wang Yanbing had once, upon learning that history, felt extreme hatred for that country and nation and had once been a hot-blooded youth, he now wears a military uniform and is at the Warrior School, a very neutral place that does not allow ethnic hatred to exist.

Yes, Wang Yanbing is an impulsive guy, but that doesn't mean he lacks brains or doesn't think.

If he were to cause such a conflict with some special undertone at the Warrior School, he probably couldn't continue staying here.

When he spoke, Wang Yanbing's eyes had already widened and his fists were clenched.

In one, one look `no, one mistaken version%!'

After hearing Xiao Dao San Lang's words, Wang Yanbing laughed:

One can see how angry Wang Yanbing is right now.

Xiao Dao San Lang's reaction was also quick; as Wang Yanbing exerted force on his shoulder and before his fist could lift, he retreated half a step and gathered power for an attack.

Wang Yanbing had to admit, damn it, that little Japanese's fist was pretty hard.

But he wasn't using combat techniques; it was standard karate.

All that can be said is that this unlucky bastard is really asking for death.

Seeing Xiao Dao San Lang raise his hand, Wang Yanbing instinctively threw a left jab to meet him, but unexpectedly, Xiao Dao San Lang opened his fist and grabbed Wang Yanbing's wrist, then stepped forward and turned, slamming his back heavily into Wang Yanbing's chest.

Thus, the recoil force Xiao Dao San Lang endured was much greater than Wang Yanbing's. Now his anger flared; he shook out his painful fist and stepped forward again toward Wang Yanbing to launch another attack.

Xiao Dao San Lang originally thought that even if this strike couldn't rob Wang Yanbing of his ability to resist, it at least gave him a chance to step forward and add a few heavy blows, directly defeating Wang Yanbing.

But he has a big brother above! That guy named Xiao Dao San Lang actually has dual nationality, coming via the big brother of the Small Island Country, flying over with the troops.

Moreover, he himself didn't even know that since Liu Xiaotian fought Zha'erbi in the lower hold of the 'Wensen', he's been wanting to share his 'experience' with the other three.

Anyone who has experienced this move since childhood knows that even if a middle or primary school student uses it, the person kicked will be in pain for several days or even over ten days, let alone the current Wang Yanbing.

The two people's fists collided in mid-air.

"Bah! China... bang!"

It's just fighting; he's been fighting since childhood, always been the school's 'problem student', this kind of thing is basically child's play.

Today, I, little master, will teach you a principle; remember it, and decades or centuries later, your descendants will surely turn my words into the spirit of whatever little river ethnic group you lot are.

Furthermore, while Xiao Dao San Lang thought he was not wrong, deep down he actually harbored a certain contempt—of which he himself wasn't fully aware—for this burly soldier from the Eastern Country that had once nearly been occupied by them, which made Wang Yanbing even more angry.

"Go to hell, you little Japanese know jack shit!"

"When facing an enemy, no matter what move you use, as long as you ultimately win, it's a good move!"

"With one hand in the opponent's grip plus a shoulder throw, trying to turn and attack is definitely impossible, unless you don't want that arm."

"By rights, the Small Island Country, which still lacks the qualification to have its own army, has no right to send its self-defense forces here to participate in training."

"If it weren't for him first blurting out 'Japanese', the other wouldn't have flared up. After a muffled thud, Wang Yanbing stepped back half a step, while Xiao Dao San Lang retreated a big step."

"When things have come to this point, words are superfluous."

"The Warrior School, after all, still bears the two characters 'school'."

"But Wang Yanbing had no intention of turning tail; instead, he went straight for the middle-school-student fighting move, the 'rear thrust kick'."

"Everyone knows there's a piece of cartilage under the knee; once the knee bears weight, it compresses that cartilage, making it impossible to heal for at least a month."

"But now, it's too late to say anything."

"You! You're not fit to be a soldier!"

Xiao Dao San Lang, although feeling somewhat surprised, obviously also knew how fierce Wang Yanbing's move was, so he didn't dare to resist head-on, instead releasing Wang Yanbing's wrist and quickly retreating two steps, his face grim as he stared at the turning-back Wang Yanbing and shouted angrily:

"This sentence, I'm afraid, is known by anyone from that ancient Eastern Country, and merely hearing it will involuntarily arouse feelings of anger."

"But who would have thought that the word 'sorry' was already on the tip of his tongue, about to be spoken, only to be sharply thrown back by the other's 'Bah!'?"

"This Wang Yanbing guy should be more proficient in understanding and applying that principle than he is."

"But unexpectedly, after landing, Wang Yanbing didn't pause even a moment, but sprang up with a heave, bent over and lifted his leg for a rear thrust kick straight at Xiao Dao San Lang's knee."

"Although his fist met Wang Yanbing's in time, at the moment of collision their points of force application were completely different."

"If at this point they kept arguing and cursing, Wang Yanbing would feel he was letting down the bright red blood in his body! So he struck first, and indeed he was the first to strike."

"Wang Yanbing, even more so."

"Because one hand was held by Xiao Dao San Lang, when Wang Yanbing lost balance in a bump, his body instantly flew up, and Xiao Dao San Lang gave him a standard shoulder throw, slamming him heavily to the ground."

"This was something Wang Yanbing had never even imagined before."

"The general idea is: don't worry about the path or form of your punch; as long as you can unleash the maximum force in the shortest time at your opponent, that's the strongest martial art! But looking now, it seems unnecessary."

"Those two words had already fully ignited Wang Yanbing's anger; now, even better, two more words were added."

"At that time, Wang Yanbing's fist had already extended seventy percent, while Xiao Dao San Lang was merely making a hasty block, so naturally his strength was far less than Wang Yanbing's."

"Little Japanese, who the hell are you cursing?!"

"However, it must be declared that the cause of this incident is still to blame Wang Yanbing."

"If this kick lands, Xiao Dao San Lang will definitely be unable to set foot on the ground for at least a month."

"Xiao Dao San Lang's facial anger grew even more:"

"But this isn't combat, it's training!"

"Of course, what he said is correct, but it doesn't come from the heart."

"If he gained the upper hand, he would certainly not hold back an ounce!"

(End of chapter)