wavenovel Chapter 7 I've been set up
Chapter 7 I've been set up
"Brother Yong, do you have medical insurance?" Hong Jie blew on his bangs and asked with a bright smile.
"have!"
"You think you're worthy of sending me to the hospital?" Zhu Yong said with a disdainful laugh, his hands gripping the table.
"I want to try it!"
Hong Jie gestured, indicating that they could begin.
"three!"
Hong Jie drew his right hand in a full arc and gently placed his palm close to Zhu Yong's face.
This was Zhu Yong's first time participating in a slapping competition, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous.
"two!"
In particular, Hong Jie's icy, knife-like gaze and the burning heat of his palm against his face gave him an ominous premonition.
His jaw tucked in slightly, and the muscles in his cheeks bulged out.
"Relax, don't tuck your chin in too tightly, and don't shrink your neck. Violating this rule will result in an immediate disqualification," Su Changfeng reminded him.
Zhu Yong nodded, raised his chin slightly, and closed his eyes in fear.
"one!"
Hong Jie mustered all his strength, his Iron Sand Palm mixed with internal force, like a full moon bow, and his seemingly not-so-broad right hand slapped Zhu Yong's face hard.
boom!
Magnesium powder emitted white smoke.
Zhu Yong felt as if he had been hit on the left cheek with a brick; the tremendous impact made his vision go black and he felt dizzy.
Fortunately, he was big enough and had a sturdy handle, so he held on despite the wobbling.
There was just a ringing in my ears.
My vision is a little blurry in my left eye.
A strong smell of blood permeated the air around the mouth and nose.
"Ugh!"
"Ah, ah!"
He swallowed it all down in one gulp, then pounded the table with the grip strengthener, roaring like a wild wolf to vent the burning pain on his face.
"Kid, is that all you've got?"
"Not good!"
"Just so-so!"
Zhu Yong is a skilled actor; he spread his arms and roared provocatively, instantly igniting the audience in the live stream, with the screen filled with "666".
Hong Jie shook his head and smiled, said nothing, and walked to the side to drink water and wipe his sweat.
"Brother Yong is awesome!"
"Did you all see that? That kid's just bragging. His Iron Palm technique is utter nonsense. Our Brother Yong is as steady as a mountain."
"Family members, tell me, isn't Brother Yong awesome?"
Type "666" in the chat.
"Send some gifts and let's see if Yong Ge knocks out Hong Jie in the next round."
During his short break, Li Dalong held up his phone and continued his vigorous marketing and promotion.
"Brother Yong, are you alright?" Du Meijuan handed Zhu Yong a towel and some water.
"This kid's got some skills, but he's not good at stamina. We should be able to take him down in the next round without much trouble," Zhu Yong said, rinsing his mouth with water to clear away the blood and foam.
Damn, Hong Jie's slap was not only heavy, but also had an indescribable fierceness, crispness, and satisfying quality.
It feels like the lining of my mouth was pierced by the force of a slap; it's bleeding constantly.
My nose also felt very sore.
What's even stranger is that the pain on my face, which was burning before, has now become incredibly numb, as if I've been poisoned.
Zhu Yong touched it with his hand.
The touch is faint, and I feel like I'm about to collapse.
To make matters worse, his left eyeball was blurry, and the numbness in his cheek made him feel like he was in a mushy mess, causing him to become sluggish and clumsy.
Grass!
Is Iron Palm real?
"Son, can you still fight?" Hong Jianguo touched his son's cheek.
It's a little red and swollen.
But since there was no handprint, the injury shouldn't be serious.
"So what if you can fight?"
"The opponent went first, and according to the rules, it's too late for them to concede."
"His size, strength, and stamina are all there; Ah-Jie is definitely going to suffer a big loss next round."
Su Changfeng glared at Hong Jianguo and said with heartache for his nephew.
"Uncle Su, it's alright, I can handle it!" Hong Jie said calmly with a smile.
"Mr. Hong, the number of viewers has exceeded 300,000. Whether we become a hit or not depends on this battle. We must win!" Wang Xiaoxian showed her phone's live stream to cheer Hong Jie on.
"Don't panic, it'll be fine!" Hong Jie nodded.
"beep!"
With a whistle from Su Changfeng, the two returned to the ring.
"Zhu Yong, you are the first to move and have the right to forfeit the match first," Su Changfeng reminded him routinely according to the rules.
"Withdraw from the competition?"
"You're dreaming."
"I've made up my mind. Only one of us will walk out of here standing today."
"That person has to be me!"
Zhu Yong raised his index finger in a flamboyant manner and spoke to the camera.
Idiot!
Hong Jie could clearly see that Zhu Yong's face was turning bluish-black, and the muscles on both sides of his cheeks were asymmetrical when he spoke.
Clearly, the Iron Palm's high penetrating power had damaged Zhu Yong's facial blood vessels and nerves.
Three rounds at most, KO!
"You've been hit by my Iron Palm!" Hong Jie said relaxedly.
"Traditional martial arts are all fake!"
"It's all garbage!"
Zhu Yong still exudes an air of arrogance.
"President Su, I'm ready." Hong Jie stood with his feet slightly apart, hands behind his back, and head tilted forward.
"Alright, let's begin the second round."
"Zhu Yong goes first!"
Su Changfeng announced.
Zhu Yong loosened his muscles and shook his head, his ten fingers cracking loudly.
The slapping contest attracted far more viewers than expected.
Right now, hundreds of thousands of netizens are watching him.
Unlimited wealth and fortune can be attained with a single stroke.
Must KO!
"Three, two, one!"
After two attempts, Zhu Yong's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He secretly twisted his waist at a slight angle, his feet bobbing slightly by half a centimeter, and he used all the strength in his waist and hips to push forward.
Hong Jie was prepared.
He held his breath in his chest, his inner strength surging, and his feet gripped the floor firmly as if rooted to the ground.
Snapped!
Under the camera lens, Hong Jie's handsome face instantly distorted, his flesh squeezed together, almost ferocious.
Compared to the last time.
This slap was even harder.
However, Hong Jie cleverly used his internal energy cultivation method to quickly channel this force along the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of his foot and release it onto the floor.
Martial arts, you know.
Ultimately, whether it's external or internal force, it's all a form of energy.
How to guide this energy is simply a matter of applying what you've learned.
Having learned from the previous slap, Hong Jie only swayed slightly this time, a faint red handprint appearing on his face—a stinging, burning sensation.
The problem is not big.
The only unpleasant thing was that my eyes were covered in magnesium powder, which stung terribly.
Fortunately, he controlled his tears well, otherwise Li Dalong and his gang of braggarts would have made it sound like he was beaten to tears.
"fall!"
"fall!"
……
Li Dalong, Du Meijuan, and others who were shouting and encouraging their fans below were dumbfounded.
what's going on?
Why is Brother Yong getting more and more convulsive as the fight goes on?
He could still make Hong Jie stumble a bit before, but now, let alone knock him out, he didn't even flinch.
Zhu Yong panicked.
He just used a foul move to hit Hong Jie; that slap was no different from a heavy punch to Hong Jie's face.
Why isn't this kid dizzy?
What's even more infuriating is that Hong Jie is incredibly stubborn.
When he was slapped for the first time, he didn't know much about the competition and was too excited to pay much attention.
His hand went numb from that slap.
He then realized that this wasn't just a slap in the face, it was a direct hit to the brick wall.
Zhu Yong didn't get much playing time in the provincial team, but he had seen some formidable players by following the coach and his senior teammates from the first team.
One of them was an instructor invited by the Armed Police Force. He was highly skilled in hard qigong, and could easily break bricks from his head and boulders from his chest with sticks.
Not good!
Not good!
This kid might actually be quite capable!
Otherwise, how could such a tender chicken be slapped so hard and be so resilient?
Not scientific!
That doesn't make sense!
Damn it, we've been tricked by the Hong family father and son, we're going to be in trouble today!
Just as Zhu Yong was in a panic, a life-saving note rang out:
"Wait, Zhu Yong just lifted his heel off the ground and twisted his waist. That's a foul."
Su Changfeng, with his keen old eyes, saw it clearly.
If Zhu Yong's foul can be confirmed, wouldn't Xiao Jie get one less slap and be able to win fair and square?
……