Mercenary’s War

Chapter 2345 - 2321: Hit That Cripple

Tarta uses Jeet Kune Do, copying Bruce Lee.

The arena was somewhat quiet.

Lavagani felt a bit dizzy.

It’s zero to three now; the best outcome would be winning all three remaining matches, which would only break even, or... could we lose another person?

Lavagani couldn’t help but glance at the people present; he just couldn’t figure it out. Who are these people? Why is each one so formidable?

He carefully selected the most capable fighters, not just powerful, but also intimidating in appearance. These were his top picks, so why did things turn out like this?

The fear of failure finally overcame his confidence in victory. Lavagani couldn’t resist wiping the sweat from his forehead; three people had already gone down, all without a chance to retaliate.

Even if they only managed to punch or kick the opponent, they would’ve at least held their ground despite a poor showing, but all were knocked out with single blows. What to do now?

Should they end it quickly, saving half of their dignity and retreat, or continue fighting to strive for a three to three score? Lavagani was truly conflicted.

While wiping his sweat, Lavagani couldn’t help but glance at Gao Yang and those around him, then he decided... no matter what, they had to regain some ground, even if they couldn’t win all three, just one victory would be worthwhile.

And looking at the remaining opponents, there was still a chance.

Seeing the man with only one leg, Lavagani made up his mind. He whispered to his subordinates, "No matter who it is, challenge the one-legged guy. We must win."

Lavagani and his men initially refused to challenge a disabled person thinking it was beneath them, but now, since things weren’t going well, they needed a victory regardless. It naturally changed things, as someone with one leg should be easier to handle than an able-bodied person.

The remaining three refused to challenge Peter, as it was truly humiliating. Finally, the highest-ranked among them quietly said, "I’ll go."

Individual dignity can be set aside; victory is the priority. With this awareness, the Iranian took two steps forward, casually waved his hand, and pointed at Peter, loudly saying, "You!"

Gao Yang frowned; these Iranians acted disgracefully, challenging Peter was quite uncalled for, especially since Peter’s prosthetic leg wasn’t hidden but rather exposed for convenience.

However! Gao Yang had absolute confidence in Peter. He was simply displeased but not afraid.

Peter exhaled deeply, slowly walked to the center of the arena, and after hesitating for a moment, his opponent loudly said, "I didn’t notice your leg; you can go back, I’ll pick someone else."

Playing prostitute while pretending to be virtuous.

Facing his opponent, Peter smiled and said, "It’s fine, I’m up for it."

After speaking, Peter suddenly said to his opponent earnestly, "Thank you! Thank you very much!"

"Thank me for what?"

Peter’s opponent was perplexed; he certainly didn’t know why Peter was thanking him.

Peter solemnly replied, "Thank you for choosing me as your opponent; I am truly grateful."

Swallowing a gulp, Peter’s opponent seriously said, "If you think you’re up for it, let’s begin."

Peter raised his hand loudly saying, "Wait!"

After speaking, he rolled up the cuff of his right leg, which was already rolled up, to the knee, then pointed at his prosthetic limb, saying, "My right leg is a metal bionic prosthesis, do you have a problem with it?"

"No."

Peter nodded and then rolled up the cuff of his left leg to the knee, pointing at his left leg, saying, "My left leg has impaired functionality; it requires an exoskeleton for normal walking. You might consider it a weapon, so I want to ask, do you have a problem with it?"

Realizing he’s only half-legged and disabled, Lavagani was thoroughly reassured; Peter’s opponent was also reassured. What issue could there be? What problem could there be? Not to mention whether a metal prosthetic packs more power when hitting people, the key is being half-legged hinders agility, he must reach his opponent.

"No problem, you can switch opponents if you feel you have any issues."

Peter’s opponent felt he had a huge advantage, guaranteed victory, so he needed to appear magnanimous.

And Peter also nodded, saying, "I have no issues; let’s begin."

Peter moved his shoulders a bit, retreated to a spot three paces from his opponent, and assumed a ready position.

Peter specializes in Sambo, especially ground techniques, but after losing a leg and a half, ground techniques became nearly unusable, so Gao Yang couldn’t help but worry.

Though Peter was a Combat Master, capable of matching Li Jinfang, his mobility issues made people feel uneasy.

Peter sternly declared, "I’m about to start."

After speaking, seeing his opponent geared up, Peter suddenly let out a roar.

"Ha!"

With a loud shout, Peter took a big step forward yesterday, relying solely on thigh muscles to move the prosthetic, he swung his right leg toward his opponent’s face.

When the prosthetic’s joint snapped shut, it made a loud bang, and though Peter could only depend on thigh muscles to drive his right leg, it was still extremely fast. His opponent didn’t dare simply evade but immediately raised his arms.

Peter’s opponent couldn’t manage to retreat and dodge; Peter’s foot landed on the opponent’s left arm.

"Clang."

"Ah!"

The metal prosthetic first emitted a metallic sound, followed by his opponent letting out a scream. It was due to pain; his left arm almost snapped but definitely suffered tendon and bone damage. The swiftly swung metal prosthetic could indeed serve as a weapon.

But Peter wasn’t finished; his right leg landed, and his left leg promptly launched again, targeting the opponent’s face.

"Bang."

Peter’s left leg landed heavily on the opponent’s right arm; the raised right arm couldn’t withstand that kick, so his opponent’s right arm was kicked into his own face, making a bang.

After two consecutive kicks, Peter leaned forward, his right fist thrusting straight out. With a bang, his opponent was sent flying two meters backward.

"Curtis! Half-step collapse!"

Gao Yang was somewhat dumbfounded; today’s combatants weren’t fighting according to typical moves, since when did Peter learn the half-step collapse?

Gao Yang instantly looked at Li Jinfang, seeing Li Jinfang smiling and giving Peter a thumbs-up, needless to say, Peter’s half-step collapse was taught by Li Jinfang.

Peter appeared somewhat agitated; he tightly closed his eyes, clenched his fists, faced upward, not yelling but rather exhaling deeply.

Gao Yang felt that the breath Peter exhaled was anger, resentment, pent-up frustration, and indignation he’d harbored since his legs were disabled.