335: Chapter 324: King Yama’s 3-point Gesture 335: Chapter 324: King Yama’s 3-point Gesture “I’m going to put forth my strength,” Fang Ming roared, his body suddenly accelerating.
The air produced a sonic boom, and his pair of huge fists hammered Song Yun’s chest like twin dragons emerging from water.
Song Yun dared not take the blow head-on, his left foot sliding forward in an arc.
One hand slowly reached forward with his left foot, and in the instant Fang Ming’s fist was only centimeters from his chest, Song Yun deftly deflected it, as easily as one fans themself on a normal day.
“The force is mighty, but the agility is lacking,” said Song Yun.
With a somersault, he lightly tapped Fang Ming’s arm, which had not yet been retracted, and like a great eagle, landed on his opponent’s back.
“King Yama’s Three Touch Death,” Song Yun bellowed, his right hand swiftly slapping Fang Ming’s back three times from top to bottom, playfully like lovers teasing or children at play.
To those watching below, it seemed nothing short of leniency.
But for Fang Ming, it was anything but easy.
He felt a burning pain in his back and, gritting his teeth against the intense pain, attempted a spinning kick at Song Yun’s waist.
“Good attempt,” Song Yun shouted, grabbing the ankle of the attacking leg.
He flipped Fang Ming one hundred and eighty degrees from one side to the other, and then his right hand quickly followed to hold the other standing leg, violently pulling outward.
“Bang!”
Fang Ming hit the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.
The close-quarters combat style Song Yun practiced was Baji Fist, which boasted six major techniques: “butt,” “embrace,” “carry,” “lift,” “hook,” and “entangle.” What he had just used were “embrace” and “hook.” Of course, this success was partly thanks to Fang Ming presenting a significant opening.
While it is said that hands are like doors and legs do the fighting, if an opponent catches you at a moment of instability and targets your other leg, you’ll have no chance to fight back.
Fang Ming struggled to get up, but the pain from where he’d been slapped on his back by Song Yun grew worse, and his leg injury left him unable to do more than writhe feebly before lying flat on the combat platform.
“Thank you for giving me such a thoroughly intense match,” Fang Ming called out to Song Yun, who had already stepped off the stage.
Song Yun could only shake his head helplessly.
On the platform, while using the King Yama’s Three Touch Death, he had nearly lost his sanity— the follow-up to the Three Touch was the ‘Fierce Tiger Climb’ culminating in a ‘Sky-reaching Cannon’ at the peak.
Had he gone through with it, even a beastly ‘King of Soldiers’ like Fang Ming would have been brought to his knees, unable to recover without resting for at least ten days or half a month.
Fortunately, Song Yun pulled back at the very last moment and only employed the opening technique.
“You must be feeling much better now,” Qingluan approached, smiling.
“Use those little tricks less in the future.
The opponent isn’t a human punching bag; they can’t withstand such beatings,” Song Yun whispered, patting Qingluan’s head.
“Yes, yes, you’re right,” Qingluan responded, pouting discontentedly.
Compared to Qingluan’s light banter, the Northeast Tiger team was in complete chaos—a crowd pushed onto the platform to see Fang Ming gasping for breath.
Hu Zizi called out anxiously, “What have you done to Fang Ming?”
“He’ll be fine with a couple of days of rest,” said Song Yun indifferently.
The King Yama’s Three Touch Death harnesses inner strength, which causes pain that can penetrate to the bone and won’t heal in a short time.
“Hu, we’ve won two out of three matches now; when are you bringing over the fifty percent of the military equipment?” Xu Hongxing beamed triumphantly.
“Take it, take it all,” Commander Hu cursed resentfully.
“Who the hell did you find?
How is each one of them so formidable?” He continued, “You, Xu, are truly shameless.
If you’d told me they were experts from the start, we wouldn’t have come.
Now our King of Soldiers is lying on the ground unable to rise.”
“Don’t talk nonsense; I did warn you,” Xu Hongxing pushed away the finger pointed at him.
“You’d better go check on your soldiers than argue with me.
I see your Northeast Tigers raring to fight, looking furious.”
“Damn, these young punks need to give me a break.” Commander Hu, already holding back frustration, saw his soldiers nearly breaking military discipline and strode forward, tossing his cap into the crowd, bellowing, “What are you doing not preparing to go back?
Are we, the Northeast Tigers, the type to not accept defeat gracefully?”
“Grandpa, that guy hit too hard,” Hu Zizi complained through gritted teeth.
“So what if he hit hard?
Didn’t you make the King of Soldiers from the Nanjing Military Region spit blood in your match?
What, it’s okay for you to bully others, but not the other way around?
Damn it, a bunch of mindless beefheads; how do I end up with such brainless soldiers?” Commander Hu kicked out at someone who was too close.
“But Fang Ming can’t get up right now,” said Hu Zizi.
“If he can’t rise, carry him back.
What’s the big deal with a man taking a hit?
You people always think too highly of yourselves.
Today was good for you; losing once was beneficial.
I, for one, am thankful to the Sunan Military Region for the lesson.
It’s good to learn that there are always higher mountains and more skilled people out there.” Commander Hu dismissed them, “Now scoot, stop being an eyesore here.
If I hear any of you causing trouble, I’ll skin you when we get back.”
The soldiers from the Northeast Tigers wore constipated expressions, unable to believe how quickly they’d lost the day’s matches.
They had once mocked the Nanjing Military Region players, never expecting to face such a debacle themselves.
“Don’t worry, Xu,” Commander Hu said, lighting a cigarette.
“We agreed to fifty percent of the equipment, and that’s what you’ll get.
I’ll file the report with the higher-ups tomorrow.”
“Ha, I appreciate the generosity from your Northeast Military District.” Knowing there was no point in saying ‘this is what you owe us,’ sometimes you have to be tactful and not smug about advantage gained.
“Commander Xu, is there anything else?
If not, I’ll be on my way,” said Song Yun, smacking his lips.
After finishing this match, he felt incredibly relaxed, as if his body had opened up and his mind was remarkably clear.
“Stay for lunch; I’ve got some things to discuss with you,” Xu Hongxing said with a grin.
“Commander Hu, now I can introduce you to Song Yun, right?”
Commander Hu, knowing Xu Hongxing was getting back at him for previously underestimating the opponent, waved him off.
“I never anticipated you all in the Sunan Military Region were hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
We’ll have another go next year.”
“Next year, still fifty percent of the military equipment?” Xu Hongxing laughed heartily, as though the matter was amusing.