Chapter 189: Eight Extremities Fist

"Oh, fuck! Jieke, let's go."

"We're pulling out too. To think it's a bare-handed combat trial, it's truly ridiculous, a waste of our time."

"Let's go, let's go, let them play."

Five people chose to withdraw; those who remained were all quite confident in their own skills.

"Yifan, haha, bare-handed combat is my specialty. Just stand behind me later, I'll protect you. The two of us brothers will breeze through this round."

Jiang Hailong was a genuine successor of the Eight Extremities Fist; he had practiced martial arts since childhood and his kung fu was extraordinary. Taking on ten people at once was nothing to him.

"You're protecting me?" Meng Yifan's expression was somewhat strange. Jiang Hailong's skills were remarkable, but that was only relative to ordinary people. Years of martial arts practice had made his body very agile, his strength great, and his ability to withstand blows far superior to the average person.

However, Jiang Hailong had not yet cultivated True Qi, so in Meng Yifan's eyes, his kung fu was still Unranked.

Meng Yifan was now a Third Grade Martial Artist; if he went all out, he could blast Jiang Hailong away with a single punch. That Jiang Hailong actually said he would protect him left Meng Yifan between laughter and tears. However, Jiang Hailong also meant well, so Meng Yifan did not refute him and smiled, "Alright, you protect me later."

There were twenty-eight people left at the scene. The first round was to eliminate everyone down to just ten people. The elimination rate was nearly sixty-five percent; this kind of competition was destined to be very cruel.

"Leaving the Round Martial Arts Arena counts as failure. The last ten people standing are the winners and can participate in the next round of assessment. Those who fail this round can collect 100,000 China currency."

"In three minutes, the first round of the trial will officially begin," Guishou said.

This type of competition rule was very unfair, because among the people present, some were already part of a mercenary squad; they would naturally join forces against the enemy, while others were lone wolves and could only fight alone, which put them at a great disadvantage.

Among the remaining twenty-five people, there were two mercenary squads, each with five members. Their plan was for their mercenary squad to take on this employment mission.

Now, after hearing the competition rules announced by Guishou, the captains of the two mercenary squads both viewed the other as their main competitor.

"Robert, if our two squads start fighting, it will definitely be a lose-lose situation, and instead, others will take advantage. Why don't our two squads join forces first and drive the others out of the Martial Arts Arena? Our two squads happen to have ten people, which is just enough for all of us to pass this first round of assessment. What do you think?" a big black man asked.

A white man as sturdy as a brown bear with a thick beard nodded and said, "Makusi, that's a very good idea. I agree."

The two squads completed their alliance and prepared to sweep away the remaining fifteen people. These fifteen were not fools either; once they saw the situation was not right, five against one—what was the point of fighting?

A thin man shouted, "Mr. Guishou, this trial is unfair. Why don't we have one-on-one matches, and the person with the most wins passes?"

Guishou said, "The rules remain unchanged. One minute until the trial begins."

Those fifteen people could only form temporary squads to deal with the siege from the two mercenary squads.

Some also wanted to team up with Meng Yifan and Jiang Hailong, but Meng Yifan refused directly. Years of mercenary life had shown him too much duplicity; he did not like teaming up with strangers, and with his strength, he did not need to team up with strangers either.

One minute passed quickly. Following Guishou's order, the battle began instantly.

That white man named Robert was a boxing expert. He had once been inducted into the International Boxing Hall of Fame, was a heavyweight champion, and had won world-class boxing titles. He had also fought in underground black-market boxing matches and dominated the boxing scene for a long time; his combat ability was extremely formidable.

Robert's footwork was agile; with a sway and a flash, he dodged a sneak attack from a black man, then delivered a fierce uppercut, sending that black man flying.

"Bam! Bam!" Robert's punches were like lightning, heavy and powerful. He KO'd two opponents with two punches. Seeing their boss so fierce, his subordinates also surged in morale, howling as they charged at other opponents.

A black man two meters tall charged at Jiang Hailong. The muscles on his dark thighs were knotted like iron pillars as he swept toward Jiang Hailong.

Jiang Hailong exhaled and shouted, his right leg snapping out like a whip, colliding with the black man's thigh.

"Seeking death!" The black man sneered coldly. His body was a full size larger than Jiang Hailong's; logically speaking, his strength should have been much greater. In a head-on collision, Jiang Hailong was bound to lose.

"Bam!" Jiang Hailong's thigh collided with the black man's. Jiang Hailong was fine, but the black man felt as if he had kicked an iron pillar. His thigh was in unbearable pain, and he had to step back.

"Iron Mountain Lean!" Jiang Hailong took the opportunity to step forward, tilting his body and slamming into him violently.

The black man felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding car. The black man, over two meters tall and weighing over three hundred pounds, was actually knocked back more than four meters, flying directly out of the Martial Arts Arena.

"Kung fu? Chinese kung fu." The black man spat out a mouthful of blood and said in disbelief.

Ever since Li Xiaolong passed away, Chinese kung fu was no longer seen by foreigners as having practical combat ability; it was more like a dance called kung fu. But Jiang Hailong's Iron Mountain Lean let this black man know that Chinese kung fu could truly fight.

"The force is like a snapping bow, the release like a thunderclap, the momentum follows the spirit, the strike is like lightning. Jiang Hailong's Eight Extremities Fist has truly reached mastery."

Meng Yifan's eyes lit up. He felt that Jiang Hailong had great talent in martial arts and could be considered a martial arts prodigy. If Jiang Hailong lived in an environment rich in Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, he would have the hope of becoming a grandmaster.

That black man was a member of the Marcus Mercenary Group. Seeing him defeated, Makusi and the other three rushed over, intending to gang up on Jiang Hailong.

"Heart-Piercing Elbow!" Jiang Hailong strode forward, and with one Heart-Piercing Elbow, he sent another enemy flying.

Jiang Hailong's Eight Extremities Fist was open and wide, the technique rigid and fierce, unstoppable. Even facing the siege of several black men, he was completely fearless; instead, he fought more fiercely as he went.

Fists, shoulders, elbows, legs—Jiang Hailong was like a human weapon. Every part of him was a weapon; as soon as any of the black men made contact with him, they were sent flying.

Before long, Makusi and his four men were all defeated by Jiang Hailong alone. This let the remaining people know that Jiang Hailong was a true expert, and others did not dare to provoke them easily.

"Yifan, how about that? I wasn't bragging, was I? With trash like them, I really can take on ten at once," Jiang Hailong laughed.

"Not bad," Meng Yifan nodded, highly approving of Jiang Hailong's Eight Extremities Fist.

"Just 'not bad'? You should say 'too amazing,' 'too fierce,' 'too strong,'" Jiang Hailong said, looking smug.

Meng Yifan was speechless. He pinched his throat and said in an exaggerated tone, "You are so amazing, so powerful, I admire you so much."

"Cut it out, that's too fake. You're giving me goosebumps," Jiang Hailong laughed and scolded.

Jiang Hailong had revealed his powerful combat ability. Everyone present knew he was a combat expert and did not dare to provoke him easily. Jiang Hailong did not continue to attack either, standing in a corner with Meng Yifan to watch others fight.

Real bare-handed combat was completely different from what was shown in movies. In movies, experts would fight for three hundred rounds, but that was all nonsense. In reality, when experts clashed in a life-or-death struggle, the outcome was basically decided within two or three moves.

That boxing champion named Robert was an expert. In less than two minutes, he had already knocked down five people.

Those who came to participate in the interview were either mercenaries, assassins, or secret agents; their combat power was not weak. Yet, Robert had easily defeated five of them, which showed that Robert's strength was formidable—he was worthy of being a former world-class boxing champion.

Robert's teammates also had good skills, and they had all served in the same special forces unit. They cooperated tacitly, two or three people against one, and within two minutes, they had also knocked down four people.