Super Invincible Battleship-Chapter 375 - 190 A Single Blow_3
Chapter 375: Chapter 190: A Single Blow_3
Chapter 375: Chapter 190: A Single Blow_3
On the stage, Yan Fei was ready to begin the fight when he suddenly saw Wen Rou. His heart filled with joy, and he raised his hand to wave at her, saying, “Little Rou, don’t worry, this South Korean stick isn’t a match for me.”
Jin Xiaoming saw Yan Fei ignore his presence and instead greet a pretty girl below the stage, which immediately made him angry. He said, “Damn Chinese, I will make you experience every pain in this world, and then kill you bit by bit. After you’re dead, your beautiful girlfriend will be mine.”
Yan Fei’s face instantly turned serious; he turned back to Jin Xiaoming and said, “Jin Xiaoming, since you’re in such a hurry to die, I’ll oblige you.”
The referee, seeing that both men were ready, summoned them to stand together. Standing between them, he loudly announced in English, “I hereby declare the rules of the match: As agreed by both parties, there are no rules for this contest, and all Attack Methods are permissible. The match will only end when one side is dead or surrenders. Do you have any objections?”
Jin Xiaoming couldn’t wait to reply, “I have no objections.”
Yan Fei also nodded and said, “I have no objections.”
So the referee, standing in the middle of the ring, drew his right hand downward and said, “The match begins!” He then quickly exited the center of the stage, leaving it to the true protagonists.
The two competitors in the center of the ring did not immediately start fighting but rather calmed down. Jin Xiaoming said, “Yan Fei, you should know that I have nothing personal against you. But I must kill you today because I need to demonstrate that our South Korean Taekwondo is superior to your Chinese Kung Fu, so don’t blame me after your death.”
Yan Fei sneered, “You South Koreans are hypocrites. Do you think I don’t know what you’ve been up to behind the scenes? Is it not for the 10 billion US Dollars in betting money? It’s just a shame that you didn’t anticipate me having so much money and failing to wager Dream Technology’s stock against you. Are you somewhat disappointed? What do you think, wasn’t my acting just now pretty good, matching your performance so well?”
Jin Xiaoming was taken aback and said, “So you knew everything.”
Yan Fei replied, “Yes, I know everything. The reason I played along with you isn’t that I’m foolish, but because you overestimate yourselves. Though I can’t fully represent Chinese Kung Fu, today I will show you why it has been able to dominate the world.”
Jin Xiaoming’s face went through several changes before he suddenly let out a strange cry and charged rapidly towards Yan Fei. His every step was incredibly heavy, like a massive stone hitting the ground, creating a tremendous impact. The floor shook and even cracked, startling the audience who hadn’t expected a human to unleash such astounding power.
Jin Xiaoming moved with incredible speed, closing the distance in a flash. He lifted his right leg and kicked towards Yan Fei, the kick producing a Sonic Boom, indicative of its startling velocity.
Yan Fei had stood in place without making any move, only acting when Jin Xiaoming’s kick was in mid-air. He whipped up his palm, like a windmill, from above and slapped downward. This palm was also quick as lightning and, incredibly, landed on Jin Xiaoming’s head first.
The Audience then heard a loud bang as Yan Fei’s palm struck the top of Jin Xiaoming’s head, while Jin Xiaoming’s motion suddenly froze. His dreadful kick hung in the air, missing Yan Fei’s head by a hair’s breadth.
Yan Fei slowly retracted his palm, and only then did the onlookers realize that Jin Xiaoming’s head had been smashed deep into his chest cavity by Yan Fei’s palm. The entire neck disappeared from sight, and at least half of Jin Xiaoming’s head was buried into his torso, giving the grotesque appearance of his head being stuck in his chest.
And Jin Xiaoming’s single leg had sunk nearly five centimeters into the floor of the ring. The face embedded in his chest bore an expression of disbelief. Then with a light exhale from Yan Fei, Jin Xiaoming’s body wobbled, after which he flipped over and lay still on the ground, not moving an inch.
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Seeing Jin Xiaoming motionless, the referee hurriedly entered the stage to check on him, and then began to count seconds. After the referee counted to ten seconds and Jin Xiaoming neither moved nor stood up, the referee immediately called for the doctors at ringside to examine Jin Xiaoming. After a brief check and measuring several of Jin Xiaoming’s vital data, they regretfully declared that Jin Xiaoming was dead and beyond any hope of resuscitation.
The referee then walked over to Yan Fei, took his right hand, and raised it high, loudly announcing, “The winner of this match is Mr. Yan Fei.”
The audience was collectively dumbfounded; how had this epoch-making duel ended so abruptly? In the blink of an eye, victory and defeat had been decided, and Jin Xiaoming had been killed by Yan Fei. Particularly for the Television Stations broadcasting live, their commentators hadn’t even begun to provide updates before the match concluded. To understand the true progression of the fight, they would have to wait for the Television Station’s slow-motion replay.
Then the crowd was extremely surprised, finding the outcome rather baffling. Wasn’t it said before the match that Jin Xiaoming had a higher chance of winning? How did he fall to Yan Fei in one strike, and what exactly happened? Did Jin Xiaoming collude with Yan Fei to stage the fight? But Jin Xiaoming had been killed by Yan Fei—could a staged fight result in death?
