Mercenary’s War

Chapter 2347 - 2323: Who Should We Fight Next?

"Come on, come on, someone get out here!"

Liang Dong walked into the arena with full momentum and began provoking.

Could a chef be a combat expert?

Gao Yang was very skeptical, so he looked at Li Jinfang.

Li Jinfang gently shook his head and then moved his right hand, indicating that he didn’t know either and Gao Yang shouldn’t ask him.

Now it’s a dilemma; whether Liang Dong can do it or not, he has to fight.

Gao Yang didn’t feel confident, but he couldn’t show it on his face, whereas Karaf Gani looked even less sure.

Lavagani felt unsure because this chef didn’t seem scared at all; on the contrary, he looked fiercer and tougher than anyone else.

Is there any justice left in the world when even a chef is a hidden master? Is there any justice left!

Lavagani couldn’t help but glance at Gao Yang and found that he still looked calm.

This is not just unreasonable; it’s truly unjust. Russia has so much talent that even their chefs are combat experts?

Lavagani felt completely unsure, so he called over two of his subordinates and whispered in Persian, "You two can only win, not lose. You two are the only ones who can retain some dignity for us. I don’t think that chef is particularly easy to defeat. No matter who among you goes, you must be cautious. We absolutely can’t be knocked out in one round!"

While Lavagani was instructing his subordinates, Gao Yang waved to Li Jinfang, and after Li Jinfang quickly ran over, he whispered, "What’s up?"

"You’re somewhat familiar with Liang Dong. Can he do it?"

Li Jinfang thought for a moment and whispered, "Hard to say, but I think he should be able to. I’ve talked extensively with Liang Dong; his specialty isn’t combat, but he did participate in three selection trainings. He should manage the situation."

Gao Yang said with some concern, "Just participating in selection, not actually being selected, is that useful?"

Li Jinfang whispered, "The first selection was for the Group Army Special Forces team. Think about it; if he had the qualification to be selected, that’s remarkable enough. Then the second and third were training and elimination rounds. He must have some skills."

Neither side felt very confident, and at this time, Lavagani Djo’s subordinate stepped forward.

When Liang Dong confronted his opponent face to face, he immediately assumed a stance, and Li Jinfang quickly said, "That’s a military grappling combat stance, nothing special."

Gao Yang whispered, "Is grappling combat enough?"

Li Jinfang whispered, "You’ve seen a lot, so you’re unimpressed, and you think it’s not strong. But actually, Russian Sambo, Israeli Krav Maga, and our military grappling combat are all the same. What they use are just the most common combat techniques in the military, all honed through practical experience. How can they be ineffective? As long as Liang Dong has practiced, he’s definitely got some skills."

At this point, the two finally clashed. Liang Dong took the initiative to attack. He was at least half a head shorter than his opponent, but his momentum seemed even stronger.

No matter how nice the moves look, in actual combat, it’s just punches and kicks, and Liang Dong crouched, surged forward, and struck at the opponent’s right side.

The size difference is significant; aiming for the face might get his own face hit first.

Gao Yang didn’t know what Liang Dong’s tactics were, but what surprised him was that Liang Dong’s opponent chose to retreat.

Rather than counter-attacking and using his height and reach advantage to push Liang Dong back, or blocking and waiting for a chance to counterattack, he directly stepped back two or three steps to completely exit Liang Dong’s attack range before considering his next move.

Upon seeing this, Li Jinfang immediately sighed with relief and whispered with a laugh, "We’ve got this; Liang Dong won."

Gao Yang was puzzled because Liang Dong’s opponent looked big and moved quickly, and they hadn’t even formally engaged yet. How could he say Liang Dong won?

"Why?"

"Momentum!"

Li Jinfang whispered and then laughed, "The pressure is too much on the opposite side. They are the ones who can only win and not lose. In previous instances, they defeated their opponents in one move, terrifying them. Now, they just want to steady themselves first, understand Liang Dong’s tactics before deciding. With this approach, Liang Dong is sure to win."

Sure enough, Liang Dong just kept pressing forward towards his opponent, and his opponent mostly blocked sometimes but largely retreated. Liang Dong struck with continuous punches over a dozen times, and his opponent didn’t retaliate once.

Experts could discern that the Iranian wanted to play it safe, knowing Liang Dong’s tactics first, but combat masters are few and far between. In most people’s eyes, it was Liang Dong aggressively attacking that made the opponent unable to resist but retreat.

One advancing, one retreating, finally the Iranian realized without knowing he’d reached the edge of the yard, where people had begun to step back, giving him space to continue fighting.

He couldn’t retreat anymore. The Iranian loudly shouted, slapped away Liang Dong’s punch, and then his left punch swiftly struck forward at Liang Dong’s chest.

Liang Dong turned to his side. Although he took a punch, he diverted most of the force and wasn’t hit squarely, then used the momentum to fall to the ground, supporting himself with his hands, he kicked both legs out simultaneously.

The Iranian was kicked in both legs and uncontrollably stumbled ahead, landing right beside Liang Dong.

Both were on the ground, yet Liang Dong swung his arms and, as his opponent fell, wrapped his descending arm, then flipped onto the opponent’s back, and immediately extended his legs and twisted them around the opponent’s neck.

Liang Dong was riding on the opponent’s back, twisting his arm, curling legs around the neck, leaning back and maneuvering, and the opponent’s throat immediately emitted a gurgling sound, his free right arm repeatedly slapped the ground.

"Prisoner-capturing Technique! That’s Prisoner-capturing Technique."

Li Jinfang said confidently, then with relief, "It can’t be wrong; these are basic combat techniques of reconnaissance or Special Forces."

Gao Yang didn’t have time to talk to Li Jinfang; he needed to act tough.

"Let go already! You want to break his neck before you release him?"

Gao Yang shouted, and only then did Liang Dong let go, standing up from his opponent.

After climbing off his opponent, Liang Dong first dusted himself off, then suddenly said, "Bad timing, my pot is about to overflow!"

After shouting, Liang Dong ran off toward the kitchen, but after rushing through the crowd, he ran back, grabbed his apron from Andy He’s hands, and while running, shouted, "The mung bean soup is almost ready! Anyone wanting hot soup, come drink it later!"

The scene fell silent, and Gao Yang coughed twice, then said to Lavagani, "Why not call it a day for the next event?"

Lavagani looked ashen as he scanned the people surrounding Gao Yang. Even a chef was this formidable. Should another fight be held next? Can it be held? Who would they fight?