Mercenary’s War

Chapter 2348 - 2324: Beating Their Leader

Big events are about to unfold; it’s a crucial time. Lavagani threw aside his tasks and came specifically to find Gao Yang, just to vent his anger and save face.

Now, instead of saving face, it’s been completely lost.

Lavagani is feeling bitter inside.

Gao Yang’s people all look quite unremarkable, but now, Lavagani sees everyone as a hidden master.

The old man looks easy to deal with, but Lavagani hesitated for a long time before finally giving up on this opponent who seemed the easiest to defeat.

Lavagani came to save face, not to lose it. Challenging an old man would be truly humiliating; better not to fight at all.

But the others don’t seem easy to handle either.

After hesitating for a moment, Lavagani finally whispered to the last remaining person: "That woman..."

Looking at Eileen, Lavagani was somewhat lacking in confidence, so he planned to make a suggestion rather than a command. After all, according to their teachings and customs, fighting a woman is inherently humiliating to oneself.

"No way! I absolutely cannot challenge a woman!"

As expected, Lavagani’s subordinate flatly rejected his suggestion, not even waiting for him to finish his sentence.

Lavagani looked at the remaining people and felt none would be easy to handle, so he decided to leave the decision to the ones who really knew what they were doing. It turned out the ones he picked as opponents were all tough.

"Choose your own opponent."

Lavagani said weakly.

After all, facing five consecutive defeats and not even getting a chance to touch the opponent, to give up fighting now would be utterly humiliating. One final fight might end in another defeat, but that wouldn’t make it any worse; and who knows, maybe they could win one.

The last remaining person had already lost confidence, but as a soldier, they must have some backbone.

Challenging old men and women is unacceptable. As for the remaining ones, they all seem difficult to handle, so after hesitating for a moment, the last Iranian made a genius decision.

If you’re going to fight and most likely be defeated, it’s better to choose someone who looks formidable. Losing to an opponent who appears strong is better than losing to one who looks weak.

If victory is unattainable, aim for a noble defeat.

The last Iranian resolutely pointed at Glolov.

Glolov was very tall, with a large build. Among Satan’s group, he was definitely the most imposing.

But the problem is, Glolov isn’t really proficient at fighting. It depends on who you compare him to; he is a Machine Gun Artist, not a Martial Artist. In Satan’s group, he’s only stronger than Frey and Cui Bo in terms of fighting skills.

No matter who was challenged, Gao Yang wasn’t afraid, but having Glolov chosen was a bit troublesome.

The Iranian made an intelligent choice in opponent, but his mistake was being too enthusiastic.

Just pointing at Glolov would’ve sufficed, but the Iranian chose his opponent with a resolve to die, so he had a somewhat heroic feeling. After pointing at Glolov, he swung his arm dramatically and shouted, "I want to fight you!"

Glolov was stunned, but he was about to step forward. No matter what, success or failure was yet to be determined. Since the opponent had chosen him, he had to accept the challenge, right?

Gao Yang reacted quickly.

Gao Yang was standing beside Glolov. When the Iranian pointed then swung his hand toward Glolov and yelled, Gao Yang immediately stepped forward.

"Though I don’t want to fight, seeing you all fight makes me itch for action. Since you chose me, let’s play then."

Lavagani was very surprised; he didn’t expect Gao Yang to personally take the stage. The Iranian was also extremely surprised; he glanced at Glolov then Gao Yang, and instinctively said, "I mean..."

"Fight him!"

Lavagani shouted in Persian, afraid his subordinate might insist on fighting Glolov instead of Gao Yang.

Lavagani really didn’t expect Gao Yang would personally take the stage; he loved this misunderstanding.

First off, Gao Yang seemed easy to handle, at least much weaker than Glolov. There was a chance to win, and most importantly, if they defeated the enemy leader in the final match, they could almost regain the face lost in previous defeats with one fight.

Glolov shrugged, and ultimately stood still.

Gao Yang stood in front of his opponent, glanced at Lavagani, then his opponent, and clapped his hands loudly, saying: "Alright, let’s begin then!"

The Iranian took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and let out a loud shout.

"Ha!"

Gao Yang also put his fists up, taking up a stance.

When the Iranian moved in small steps towards Gao Yang and suddenly lashed out with a kick, Gao Yang silently lashed out with a kick as well.

Gao Yang didn’t know anything other than the Groin Kick, so he obviously kicked.

Gao Yang’s legs were shorter than his opponent’s, but his foot hit the opponent’s abdomen first; it was delayed yet arrived unexpectedly, fast and fierce.

Gao Yang kicked his opponent’s abdomen, while he took a kick to the left hip, but it didn’t matter—his opponent could only hit him with the momentum of his kick; there was no force left in it.

Though there was only inertia left, getting kicked still hurts, honestly, but it’s just pain—no injury, maybe a slight wobble at most.

Gao Yang just wobbled slightly, while his opponent got hit so hard that his right leg was forward, left leg back, and fell forward to the ground.

Gao Yang spared the opponent’s groin, but because the Iranian himself failed to control his landing posture, he can’t be blamed.

Typically, fighting Gao Yang leaves no strength for a scream. Though there was an unexpected effect this time, the result wasn’t any different.

With a painful expression on his face, he slowly rolled to one side, tried to bring his legs together, while the fallen Iranian could only make weak wailing noises, like mosquito humming.

Gao Yang casually brushed the dust off his left hip, then spread his hands towards Lavagani, loudly saying: "You all saw it, he fell by himself; I didn’t kick the vital area."

Against those more skilled than him, Gao Yang’s signature move surprisingly had chances of success; facing less skilled opponents, his kick was devastating, causing instant downfall and leaving them without further strength to fight. At such times, Gao Yang seemed even more capable than Li Jinfang, because he was fast.

The place was utterly quiet, only Joseph looked at Gao Yang as if he’d seen a ghost, staring with wide eyes, completely dumbfounded.