42 Shao Jianyang, the clown (2/2)

”Who else is in the 3rd Battalion? Come on in; I will fight all of you,” Wang Yuan bellowed, as he pointed his hand to the 3rd Battalion while trying to suppress his joy from defeating the tall youngster.

Shao Jianyang saw it, stared at him and strode towards the competition arena.

”This guy has lived for too long. I will go in and beat the daylights out of him.”

This had proven that Wang Yuan did not have the ability to shock the competitors and defeat them all. Shao Jianyang was also an ancient martial arts practitioner in the later stage of Body Consolidation realm, which was a level higher than Wang Yuan.

Both went into an intense combat, but Wang Yuan was defeated at the end.

Wang Yuan grimaced in pain and returned with badly bruised face and many footprints on his shirt.

”Mo Wen, it's all up to you now. Defeat that bastard, Shao Jianyang. Don't lose to the 3rd Battalion.”

At that moment, he placed all his hopes on Mo Wen. He was unable to defeat Shao Jianyang, not to speak of Yang Qi who was arranged to be the last participant in the competition.

Mo Wen shrugged his shoulders and went into the competition area nonchalantly.

Looking at Shao Jianyang, who was standing ten meters away, Mo Wen suddenly laughed and said, ”Shao Jianyang, we meet again. The bet earlier had not been honored; when are you going to honor it?”

”Mo Wen, since you wish to dig your own grave, I shall fulfill your wish.”

Shao Jianyang had a somber expression on his face when he heard of the bet, as it stirred an involuntary sense of humiliation in him.

”Bring it on. You are obviously a nobody. You are the only one who thinks you are somebody.”

Mo Wen smiled coldly. He never thought too much about Shao Jianyang, the clown.

”Sh*t!”

Shao Jianyang bellowed angrily. Without a second thought, he charged towards Mo Wen and struck forcefully on his head.

Watching the competition from afar, Yang Qi shook his head. Shao Jianyang was definitely an idiot, as he acted rashly and angrily, even when he was not Mo Wen's match. If he didn't fail, who would?

Seeing the fist get larger by the second, Mo Wen's lips curled frigidly while he stood rooted motionlessly, like a wooden stake, and extended his fist forcefully towards Shao Jianyang's fist.

Crack!

The crisp sound of the breaking of bones resonated. Shao Jianyang was thrown back a few steps by the force of Mo Wen's fist. His own fist was obviously distorted.

Mo Wen remained at the spot motionlessly.

Shao Jianyang was momentarily speechless and looked at Mo Wen in shock. One hand was covering the other fractured hand, as beads of cold sweat ran down his forehead, due to the excruciating pain.

”You...”

He had never expected Mo Wen to be so strong that he couldn't even take a stroke in a head-to-head combat with him.

Yang Qi, who was watching the competition from afar, squinted his eyes and had a grave expression on his face for a few moments.

Mo Wen looked nonchalantly at Shao Jianyang. He couldn't combat head-on with Wang Xiaofei; he could surely go head-on with him. Shao Jianyang was simply disgracing himself, as he was only in the later stage of the Body Consolidation realm.

He didn't give Shao Jianyang a breather as he didn't want to miss the chance of beating Shao Jiangyang. In a flash, he appeared in front of Shao Jianyang and punched forcefully onto his abdomen, sending him flying 13-16 feet away.

Shao Jianyang turned over and stood up, looking at Mo Wen with fear all over his face. If this were to continue, he could be beaten to paralysis by Mo Wen.

”I surrender.”

Mo Wen didn't continue, as he knew the referee would come forward to stop him if he did. After all, it was only a combat competition – not a life or death battle.

Shao Jianyang glanced at Mo Wen sinisterly, but didn't dare utter a taunt, so he went off with his tail between his legs.

A tinge of disdain flickered in Yang Qi's eyes as he looked at Shao Jianyang who was in a sorry state. He then walked, unhurriedly, to the competition area.