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I knew that Liu Squad Leader was left-handed, and I had suffered once because of it. That time, a single punch had left me dazed, so this time I certainly wouldn't let him get the upper hand. From a distance, I jumped up and kicked out.
My height gave me a clear advantage; my long legs reached Liu Squad Leader easily, while he couldn't even touch my knee.
However, Liu Squad Leader had strong arms. He combined his strength to block my kick, intending to deflect my leg. But I wasn't left-handed; I kicked with my left foot, and as he pushed it away, my right foot suddenly struck his chest.
This Black Shorty was surprisingly solid. When my kick landed, my heel vibrated from the impact, yet Liu Squad Leader didn't fall. He staggered back a few steps, leaving a muddy footprint on his firm chest. His stomach heaved a few times—whether from anger or catching his breath, I couldn't tell.
I didn't give him any time to recover or catch his breath; I lifted my long leg and aimed a kick at his lower body.
Though I was furious, I still knew how to leverage my advantages. The earlier jump kick had momentum on my side; there was no way he could block it. Now, with another high kick, if he managed to grab me, he'd be in for some serious trouble.
I kicked twice in quick succession, both strikes landing on the inner thigh of Liu Squad Leader, causing him to stumble backward. Seizing the opportunity, I shrugged my shoulder and delivered two jabs to his face with my left hand. Despite my height and reach, I was genuinely worried about Liu Squad Leader's left fist. My right arm remained slightly raised in front of my chest to guard against his left punches.
As long as I used jabs and straight punches to create openings, it would be difficult for Liu Squad Leader to close the distance. I was determined to hit him hard; if I didn't vent this frustration now, I felt like I'd never sleep again. It was infuriating.
Just as I was about to press the attack, suddenly my right leg felt as if it had been struck by an iron rod, nearly throwing me off balance. I jumped back on one leg and saw that Liu Squad Leader had just retracted his left leg.
“Left-Handed Brat, how can you remember to eat but not to fight? Not only do you have to watch out for his left hand, but also for his left leg. Keep your distance! Don’t let him get close; retreat to the left.”
Amidst Fatty ’s loud shouts, Liu Squad Leader charged towards me with his head down.
As I pulled back, I had to be wary of his left fist and left foot. Naturally, retreating to my left, which was Liu Squad Leader’s right side, made sense. This way, his left fist and left leg would be further away from me.
However, I also needed to prevent Liu Squad Leader from gaining momentum. If he charged at full speed, my jabs and thrusts might not be enough to stop him. If he got too close, I would be the one at a disadvantage.
While I was backing away, my right hand kept delivering jabs that landed with a Click against his face and forehead, while my feet worked to trip him up, targeting his legs with kicks. I sent Black Shorty stumbling backward. In just a few exchanges, I had already given Liu Squad Leader two black eyes and cracked one of his brow bones. Blood trickled from the corner of his eye down to his chin.
I felt no sympathy for him. Honestly, at the moment I was betrayed by this Black Shorty, I felt a murderous rage rising within me. But today was about venting my frustrations; I wanted him to know that I was not someone to mess with and that betraying me would come with consequences. Moreover, I wanted to make my stance clear: our friendship ended here. I had no intention of collaborating with him. Despite being some kind of contact, I could opt out of this operation. I had no interest in working with a traitor.
As another jab broke the corner of Liu Squad Leader’s eye, I jumped back to escape the still-charging Liu Squad Leader. With a cold expression, I said, “You better listen up, Liu. The only reason I'm not killing you is that I don’t think it’s worth my time to take your life.”
I expected the battered Black Shorty to take the hint and find somewhere to tend to his wounds, but unexpectedly, Liu Squad Leader yelled “It’s not over yet!” and charged at me again.
I had actually planned on letting Liu Squad Leader go; after all, I had no intention of truly killing him. If word got out about me beating up Liu Squad Leader, especially if it reached One Commander, it would be enough for them to label me as disrespectful towards military personnel.
But Liu Squad Leader showed no signs of backing down; it seemed like my anger had fueled him as he charged at me with blood all over his face, like a stubborn mule determined to keep fighting.
Fortunately, I maintained a certain distance between us, giving me the chance to strike back and keep him at bay. I threw a jab, but Liu Squad Leader suddenly tilted his head, and my fist grazed past his ear.
Panic surged within me as Liu Squad Leader's bloodied face loomed closer. If I couldn't push him back in one go, we would be locked in close combat.
I lifted my leg and kicked at his knee. I made contact, but almost simultaneously, my other leg received a heavy kick in return. Liu Squad Leader had impressive resilience; I should have landed the first blow, but Black Shorty endured the pain and retaliated without losing form.
This exchange threw off my retreat, robbing me of my agility. Liu Squad Leader pressed forward relentlessly, denying me any chance to create distance. It turned into a brutal exchange of kicks and punches.
Liu Squad Leader seemed to have lost all restraint, throwing punches at me like a torrential downpour. His left fist felt like a hammer wrapped in leather crashing into my face with each hit. I could feel blood blurring my vision, my brain feeling scrambled as I lost the ability to think clearly.
But this only fueled my fury; I swung both fists wildly at him, feeling them connect with his face, his nose, and his forehead.
My vision was a haze; all I could see were indistinct shapes. I could no longer distinguish between his punches and movements. All that filled my ears were our heavy breaths and the dull thuds of fists hitting flesh—no other sounds, not even Fatty's shouts had reached me.
I felt as if I was being knocked down, though it could also be the result of sudden exhaustion after the burst of energy. The moment I hit the ground was painted red; the blood in my eyes stained my world crimson.
However, I regained consciousness quickly. Despite feeling like my body was falling apart and utterly weak, my awareness returned almost immediately. It must have been right when I fell; as I opened my eyes, I heard footsteps approaching, though the person had yet to come into view.
“How's Qiangzi?” The first voice that reached my ears was Fatty's, sounding surprisingly calm.
“Damn ambush! Otherwise, I wouldn't have lost!” I spat out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva in frustration.
"You didn't lose. It’s a draw. Can we still play? No? Oh, then maybe next time. Let’s get back at it next time."
I couldn't tell if Fatty was serious or just teasing me. However, hearing that I hadn't lost did bring me some comfort; after all, it would be quite embarrassing if the one who was supposed to teach a lesson ended up being the one who got beaten.
I didn't have the strength to get up. Fatty continued to summarize the lessons learned from this battle, and Vietnamese came over as well, but he seemed more interested in Fatty's commentary. No one was willing to help me up. I lay on my back, turning my head to the side, and saw a bloodied pig's head.
"Haah."
I exhaled, feeling a sense of balance restored. Black Shorty was hurt worse than I was. (To Be Continued...)
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