I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2146: 1376: Strawberry Fruit Candy
Previously on I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping...
When on the road, a person's status is whatever they claim it to be. Claiming that the Daoist Sister served as half his teacher is clearly overstating things; she only offered a bit of advice on his form during training. Yet, once he discovered her real history, Boss Jiang still boldly entered the arena, without any false bravado about his skills.
He's no match for an immortal figure like Tanki Liuli, yet he earned the title of “Elevator War God” in Korea and kept up his fitness regimen ever since. Even four or five regular folks couldn't lay a finger on him—that's no exaggeration. He simply hadn't anticipated his rival holding back nothing from the start.
Still, that's hardly surprising.
Soldiers always prioritize the result above all.
And now he grasps the character of this woman Major General.
“Whoosh.”
The curve of her bare foot tenses like a loaded bowstring, brushing right by his nose. Thanks to his prior readiness, Boss Jiang stays composed amid the adrenaline, quickly tilting backward to create some space.
“Miss Liu, pulling a surprise move like that isn't very sportsmanlike.”
He attempts to chat with his foe to dial down the intensity; after all, camaraderie matters most. Instead, she fires back with an even more powerful spinning kick.
From the instant her foot hits the mat to the torque in her hips, the entire sequence flows without a hitch.
“Smack!”
Jiang Chen reflexively lifts his arm, actually managing to “block” her incoming foot spot-on. However, he misjudged the raw strength behind it, as a brutal surge shoots through his wrist, forcing him to stumble back. Without the ring ropes to catch him, he'd have tumbled right out.
A renowned reputation stems from real accomplishments.
Her record speaks volumes on its own.
“Are you okay?”
Wang Heting rests against the ring's side, voicing his worry, while signaling to Jiang Chen to signal defeat right away. Boss Jiang shares the sentiment; having seen countless skilled women in action, he harbors no bias against female fighters or any mental hang-ups. Who'd mock him for falling to a female Major General?
Step in and try it yourself.
Skilled at knowing when to yield and when to stand firm, Jiang Chen shakes out his tingling wrist, ready to concede. But his adversary anticipates the move, refusing to let the bout wrap up so easily.
“Swish.”
From the side of his vision, her ponytail lashes out like a steel lash. Jiang Chen bounces off the ropes' give to leap aside deftly, evading a whipping leg that could shatter a heavy bag.
Fury.
It's utterly infuriating.
Not only soaked through with perspiration, Jiang Chen starts questioning if climbing into the ring was a rash choice. He never imagined she'd be this relentless. In hindsight, he should've just let the Daoist Sister handle it. Politeness isn't always worth it.
No moment to recover, his opponent reads his mind and insists on settling this with actions, not words. She presses forward after Jiang Chen's evasion.
“Liu…”
The gap proves too brief, letting Jiang Chen utter just a syllable.
“Strike back.”
Her eyes stay steady, edged with intensity, conveying genuine regard for her challenger, as she fully commits and swings her left fist at Jiang Chen's shoulder from her dominant side.
Quitting now looks impossible; without displaying some real ability, getting off the stage honorably won't happen today.
Defeat is acceptable.
But Jiang Chen won't tolerate taking a brutal thrashing.
The Daoist Sister observes from below. Even if he can't play the hero, he refuses to act the pushover.
At last, he stops mere evasion, and Major Liu's command sparks something. Jiang Chen shifts from plotting surrender to embracing a fighter's resolve, planting his feet to meet her elbow head-on.
“Smack.”
Her delicate strands of hair lift faintly, as Liu Sangyu steps back with the momentum, then drives a knee strike straight at Jiang Chen's midsection in an instant.
Should that land, his meal from earlier would come right back up, a total embarrassment.
Jiang Chen has long set aside any concern for sparing her pride; her skill level requires no shielding. This round, he grips her foot tightly with both hands, mere inches from his belly.
What follows plays out like a blockbuster scene; with one foot held fast, Liu Sangyu doesn't resist but plants her free foot hard, launching herself airborne and parallel to the canvas.
Catching her aim, Jiang Chen, lacking a spare hand to defend, drops all decorum in a heartbeat, retreats a step, and then yanks the captured ankle down hard.
The crowd sees the spectacle, while experts spot the finesse.
At ringside, Wang Heting observes with shining eyes, his earlier fretting for Jiang Chen faded, and regarding his elder sister...
He'd never fret over her.
“Smack.”
Although Liu Sangyu ought to slam down in agony, she cushions the impact effortlessly with one hand, rolling fluidly to lash out at Jiang Chen with her legs.
Her scissor hold locks onto Jiang Chen's ankle, sending his pulse racing, as he truly feels the gap between a elite soldier and a street brawler. Lacking time to regroup, Jiang Chen topples off balance onto the mat too, his fighting drive slowly igniting.
In past sessions with the Daoist Sister, Jiang Chen approached with a devoted learner's mindset, focused on growth and absorbing lessons, yet not every opponent claims the special place she does in his regard.
Without doubt, this youthful female Major General impresses greatly, but ultimately, she's only human.