341: Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Nine: Specializing in Slapping Faces 341: Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Nine: Specializing in Slapping Faces When he threw the spoon at Kochinsky, David pounced towards him but was blocked by a table between them.
David flipped the table over and threw a fist at Kochinsky’s face, but not every ex-soldier is a great fighter.
Of course, David had basic combat training, but his full-force punch was easily dodged by Kochinsky ducking his head.
Then, Kochinsky landed a right hook on David’s face.
With a loud “bang,” David was thrown back and hadn’t even hit the ground when a Pole picked up a plastic stool and smashed it on his back.
The plastic stool shattered upon impact, and David rolled on the ground several times before lying motionless.
David’s abrupt move caught both friends and foes off-guard.
Gao Yang and Jinfang were sitting opposite David, so when he lunged at Kochinsky, they couldn’t get involved directly without getting past the table.
Meanwhile, the unprepared Kochinsky, arrogant as he was, struck David down with a single punch.
With the fight underway, there was no need for words.
Destin and his men were a step behind.
By the time they reached the Poles, David was already down.
A brawl broke out instantly.
Destin rushed forward, landing two punches on the Pole who had knocked down David with the stool, followed by a knee thrust, toppling him to the ground.
Girard and Naftalan were managing okay, but just okay.
Surrounded by two or three men each, they could barely stand and only defend without a chance to counterattack.
Destin, coming from special forces, was strong in combat, but Girard, David, and Naftalan were only mediocre.
Under a group beating, they were indeed just taking blows.
Luckily, Jinfang charged over.
Gao Yang’s ace fighter, once in the crowd, felled four men with punches and kicks, clearing the attackers in front of Destin.
Gao didn’t rush out to fight with fists.
When he saw David charge, Gao instinctively grabbed the shotgun.
In just a few seconds, as the two groups clashed, Gao noticed the Poles in the back reaching for their rifles.
Gao fired a shot into the air and yelled, “Whoever dares to grab a gun, I’ll shoot them dead!”
Gao had his gun close at hand, so he was quicker to draw it than anyone.
After the gunshot, both sides almost stopped fighting, except for one.
As Jinfang leaped over the overturned table, he launched a punch down at Kochinsky’s forehead.
Though most stopped, Gao had never intended to prevent the brawl; he just didn’t want those Poles to use guns.
Seeing the Poles halt the attempt to grab their guns, Gao shoved the shotgun into Kolm’s hands and shouted, “If anyone dares to shoot, blow their head off.”
As Gao finished the sentence, Jinfang had thrown at least five punches.
But with fists raised, Kochinsky dodged and blocked every blow, as Jinfang continued to aim only punches at Kochinsky’s face without kicking.
After handing the gun to Kolm, Gao plunged into the crowd.
After a moment’s pause, both sides simultaneously let out a yell and merged into a melee again.
A Pole swung a stool at Gao’s head.
Gao ducked and kicked swiftly at the Pole’s ankle with his right foot, toppling him to the side, then followed with another kick to his face.
Gao had no intention of holding back his kicks.
But as he looked at Jinfang, he noticed Jinfang still refrained from kicking, relentlessly aiming punches at Kochinsky’s face.
Jinfang’s punches made a whooshing sound, not from his clothing but from the actual wind generated.
His fists continued to target only Kochinsky’s face, while Kochinsky could only desperately shield his face with his arms.
As Gao landed a signature groin kick on a hot-tempered Pole, he received a hefty kick to the back.
Spinning around, he delivered a Half-Step Collapse Fist to the abdomen of the sneaking attacker.
After bending the attacker over, he crashed a knee into his face, causing a mess of bruises.
Seeing Gao joining the fray, Jinfang shouted, “Watch closely, this is the real Half-Step Collapse!”
As the words fell, Li Jinfang bent his knee and twisted his body, letting out a great roar as his fist struck the forearm of Kochinsky, who was continuously retreating while guarding his face.
After a crisp “crack” sound, Kochinsky’s agonized screams followed.
Gao Yang turned his head and saw that Kochinsky’s right arm was bent forward at a forty-five-degree angle—Li Jinfang’s punch had fractured Kochinsky’s forearm.
If he said he wouldn’t use his legs, he didn’t use his legs.
If he said he’d hit the face, he absolutely wouldn’t hit anywhere else.
After breaking Kochinsky’s arm with a punch, Li Jinfang was still not willing to let it go.
His right hand fully extended, he swung his arm in a round slap that landed on Kochinsky’s face.
With a loud “slap,” Kochinsky spun around on the spot and, after spitting out a few teeth, lay on the ground, face-up.
Li Jinfang hadn’t intended to stop there.
He sat down sharply and actually straddled Kochinsky’s stomach.
At that moment, the Poles who saw Kochinsky get knocked down finally wanted to step in and help.
Gao Yang and Destin moved to Li Jinfang’s side in unison.
At this time, the remaining Poles were no match for the two of them.
Kick Ram’s groin kick finally had another lucrative opportunity.
Gao Yang was a classic example of a one-move wonder.
In truth, he was quite helpless; besides a Groin Kick followed by a Half-Step Collapse Fist, he really had no other moves to speak of.
So, against anyone, Gao Yang always did the same two moves.
When he faced Li Pengfei, Gao Yang’s one-move wonder didn’t work.
But on these Poles, the Kick Ram’s double strike was invincible.
Amidst the rising screams of agony, Gao Yang took a few punches before no one in front of him could stand up anymore, even their postures while covering their groins and howling in pain were strikingly uniform.
Destin’s fighting techniques were effective but had to admit they were somewhat slower compared to Gao Yang.
While Gao Yang and Destin were slaughtering the lackeys, Li Jinfang, having mounted Kochinsky, wound up his left hand and delivered a fierce slap to Kochinsky’s right face.
One slap later, Kochinsky’s mouth lost several more teeth.
People with real skill often have some temperament, and those proficient in fighting are usually very confident in their own techniques.
It was David who got punched in the face by Kochinsky, so Li Jinfang decided to hit only Kochinsky’s face.
Seeing that Kochinsky seemed to be a boxer, Li Jinfang decided to use only Xingyi Fist.
Out of eighteen Poles, only four were still standing at this point, with another three or four swaying as they tried to rise.
Just then, Li Jinfang turned his head and bellowed at David, who was trying to get up, “Why the fight?”
Li Jinfang couldn’t understand what Kochinsky and the others said, so he didn’t know why David suddenly erupted.
But since his friend had already started fighting, he’d join the fray first and ask questions later.
David stomped viciously on Kochinsky, his voice filled with rage, “He said that those Nazis back then should have killed all the Jews, and he also said all the Jews should be sent to concentration camps again.
That damn bastard, my family had twenty-four people die in Auschwitz Concentration Camp!”
It was still a case of a loose tongue causing trouble.
Both Li Jinfang and the mounted Kochinsky understood this now.
Li Jinfang had a good relationship with David.
When David parachuted out of the plane to rescue Gao Yang, Li Jinfang considered him a friend.
After hearing David’s angry roar, Li Jinfang once again wound up his arms and began to slap Kochinsky’s face, who was pinned beneath him, left and right.
“I’ll teach you to be cheap, I’ll teach you to be arrogant, I’ll teach you to spew filth, I’ll teach you to hit David.
You fucking scream again, you think you’re so tough, huh?
I’ll make you cry out, you creature born of parents but with no upbringing.
Next time remember, when you see people, be polite.
Some things, you can’t just say.
Got it?”
With each sentence Li Jinfang spoke, a hefty slap followed.
With the strength of his hand, Kochinsky’s face was battered beyond recognition.
Though his life wasn’t in danger, his face swelled up like a pig’s head.
Blood spouted from his mouth and he didn’t have a single tooth left.
As Li Jinfang furiously slapped Kochinsky’s face, those Poles who could still stand bravely tried to rescue Kochinsky from Li Jinfang’s clutches.
However, since their boss had been beaten by Li Jinfang, the rest of the lackeys were naturally dealt with by Gao Yang and Destin.
Once the Poles lost their numerical advantage, Girard and Naftalan finally got a chance to vent their anger, each pinning and beating an opponent.
Even David eventually found an opponent and beat them into crying for their parents.
Gao Yang and the others, having cleared the space for Li Jinfang to focus on beating Kochinsky ruthlessly, only stopped when the last Pole fell.
Li Jinfang also finally halted his onslaught because he realized that at some point, Kochinsky had passed out.
After wiping his blood-stained hands on Kochinsky’s clothes, Li Jinfang stood up and, with disdain, spat to the side, “Pah, what trash!” (To be continued.
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