Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 918: How Can It Be So Fierce

Zhang Dongxu looked at Lin Chong with frustration and said, "Are you kidding me? You want to fight me?"

Zhang Dongxu knew Lin Chong’s skills. If Lin Chong had made it this far, it was clear that his abilities were not ordinary.

In the past, Zhang Dongxu was no match for him. Now that Zhang Dongxu’s body had softened with age and neglect, he was naturally even less capable of standing up to Lin Chong.

If he fought Lin Chong now, he would definitely be taken down. But now Xiang Yu was already injured. If Xiang Yu fought Lin Chong, he would also be defeated.

"You’re Wolf Eye’s traitor. This whole thing started because of you. Today, I must take you out first before anything else," Lin Chong said, pointing his knife at Zhang Dongxu.

Standing nearby, Zhuge Xiaoming relaxed a little upon hearing his boss was challenging Zhang Dongxu. He had seen Zhang Dongxu’s cowardly attitude earlier and knew the guy was just a soft egg.

Although Xiang Yu was severely injured, he was like a wounded tiger—still dangerous.

Zhuge Xiaoming deliberately cleared his throat and retreated backward. He was leaving room for his boss to fight.

The others also stepped back.

Zhang Dongxu realized that today’s disaster was inevitable. Rather than die cowardly, it would be better to fall in battle against his opponent right here.

"Come on! Today your grandpa’s going to see what you’re really capable of!" Zhang Dongxu shouted and brandished his knife, taking an aggressive stance.

Xiang Yu, however, stood there unmoving, looking at Lin Chong with nothing but disdain.

"Brother Yu, don’t hold me back. I’m taking him down today!" Zhang Dongxu said boldly.

"I’m not holding you back. Just circle around that way," Xiang Yu said, leaning on his knife to support himself, without moving.

Zhang Dongxu: "..."

Xiang Yu’s words cast doubt in everyone’s minds. Lin Chong scrutinized Xiang Yu carefully.

The blood on Xiang Yu’s body continued to drip onto the ground. Seeing him rely on the knife for balance, they all came to the same conclusion: Xiang Yu was done for. He barely had the strength to stand.

If he let go of the knife, he might collapse right then and there.

Even Zhuge Xiaoming noticed this. Xiang Yu was putting all his focus on staying upright with the knife—there was no way he could still fight.

Realizing this, Zhuge Kongming began to relax. Even if Lin Chong challenged Xiang Yu now, it probably wouldn’t amount to much.

"Brother Yu, are you alright?" Zhang Dongxu noticed Xiang Yu’s condition and stepped over to support him.

By now, the Tianlong Squad members lying around had all fallen to the ground, but they hadn’t lost their senses. Seeing their leader still standing strong inspired them deeply; their eyes turned bloodshot as each tried to stand back up.

But the injuries they had suffered were too severe. Several who tried to rise ultimately failed and slumped back to the ground.

"Xiang Yu, what’s the deal with you standing there? Are you waiting for me to take care of you first?" Lin Chong said, clearly noting Xiang Yu’s wounds.

He initially planned to deal with Zhang Dongxu first and gauge Xiang Yu’s reaction afterward, but now it seemed unnecessary to waste time. He could just take down Xiang Yu directly.

"Shameless, Lin Chong. I once thought highly of you, but now you’re kicking someone when they’re down. Your opponent today is me!" Zhang Dongxu stepped forward and gripped his knife firmly.

Even if he died, it would be ahead of Xiang Yu. He would protect him till the very end.

Xiang Yu forced a faint smile and said, "Dongxu, step aside. I just can’t stand this posturing clown. Lin Chong, what did you say earlier? You want to take me down? With what, exactly?"

Xiang Yu’s words were dripping with contempt. Despite his severe injuries, his head remained arrogantly lifted.

"Brother Yu, stop talking. I’ll take care of this bastard for you," Zhang Dongxu said, then sprang forward toward Lin Chong without further hesitation.

Lin Chong smirked coldly and dodged to the side, simultaneously landing a kick square on Zhang Dongxu’s backside.

Zhang Dongxu staggered and nearly fell. He knew the gap between himself and Lin Chong. Being kicked didn’t anger him—he turned back and prepared to fight again. But Lin Chong had already turned and was now walking toward Xiang Yu, hands clasped behind his back.

Xiang Yu continued to hold his head high, staring at Lin Chong. Then, with a faint, scornful smile, he said, "Lin Chong, you disgrace your name. Back in the day, the Leopard Head Lin Chong was so formidable. And now you’re nothing but a weakling."

Lin Chong gritted his teeth and let out a cold laugh. "Weakling? You’ve been defeated by me before. Are you saying you’re worse than a weakling?"

"Worse than a weakling? And you still don’t dare fight me. So what does that make you?" Xiang Yu replied.

Lin Chong was provoked by Xiang Yu’s words. Gripping his knife, he stepped forward and said, "Xiang Yu, let’s have a fair duel right now. I want to see where your arrogance comes from."

"Spare me, you fool. Fair duel? You don’t see Brother Yu already injured like this?" Zhang Dongxu couldn’t hold back his anger and rushed forward with his knife again.

Lin Chong evaded again, delivering another kick to Zhang Dongxu’s rear. Zhang Dongxu ended up sprawled at Xiang Yu’s feet.

He looked up at Xiang Yu awkwardly and said, "If I make it out alive today, I swear I’ll start exercising again."

Lin Chong kicked Zhang Dongxu to the side, then swung his knife directly at Xiang Yu.

He was convinced Xiang Yu had hit his limit. Without the knife for support, he’d collapse. Rumor on the streets was that Xiang Yu was a legend with extraordinary skills. If Lin Chong defeated him today, his own reputation would spread far and wide.

As they say, the victor writes the history. As long as he defeated Xiang Yu, who cared whether he was injured or not?

Zhang Dongxu saw Lin Chong’s shameless move and crawled upward, throwing himself onto Xiang Yu.

It was all his fault. At the very least, he could shield Xiang Yu from a blow. If it meant dying, he was willing.

This was the moment Xiang Yu had been waiting for. He had been controlling his breathing, readying to strike decisively. But now Zhang Dongxu was clinging to him, blocking his move.

"Get out of the way!" Xiang Yu shoved Zhang Dongxu aside forcefully, just as Lin Chong’s knife bore down toward him.

Xiang Yu’s strength had almost entirely returned. Although on the surface he looked like a bloody mess,

only he knew that his wounds were superficial. His recovered body felt even more energized than before.

Seeing Lin Chong’s blade coming down toward his neck, Xiang Yu promptly swung his knife with tremendous force, deflecting Lin Chong’s blade.

Xiang Yu’s strength was extraordinary, knocking Lin Chong’s blade far to the side. Having made his move, there was no turning back—Xiang Yu stepped forward and slashed toward Lin Chong.

Lin Chong staggered backward with surprise. He hadn’t anticipated that Xiang Yu could still move, let alone so swiftly and powerfully. As he retreated, Xiang Yu’s blade was already cutting down toward his throat.

Seeing this, Zhuge Xiaoming, who was observing from behind, was astonished. What was going on? Xiang Yu was supposed to be at his limit—how had he suddenly become so ferocious?