Rotting Land: Survive

"Uh, so... one round okay?" Sticking up a finger, Xu Renjie pretended to be timid as he probed.

Hearing that, both Jiang Kou and Yamashita were stunned. Clearly Old Xu’s "shamelessness" exceeded their expectations.

"One won’t do? Then how about two?"

Unwilling to give up, he raised another finger, and Yamashita’s brow furrowed involuntarily.

Seeing this, Old Xu hurriedly put up a third finger: "Th-then let’s make it three?"

Like haggling over vegetables in the market, Old Xu advanced step by step, not feeling the slightest bit embarrassed.

But his little bargaining act really was too much for Jiang Kou and Yamashita to watch. Jiang Kou directly raised a hand to cut off Old Xu’s clumsy performance, then said, "If you knock Yamashita down within three rounds, you win; if you’re still standing after ten rounds, you also win. How about it, that should be very fair, right?"

"Sigh~" Letting out a deliberately helpless sigh, Xu Renjie forced a bitter smile and said, "Fine then, I’ll trouble Mr. Yamashita to go a bit easy on me."

"And you, Yamashita, can you accept this condition?"

"Heh, ten rounds? You think too highly of that punk. But whatever, if it ends too fast there’s no fun. We’ll do it your way."

"Good! Then let’s go inside and get started!"

The three of them went into the room, and the news of Yamashita and Old Xu’s match spread quickly.

For those bored, idle Japanese students, this was obviously the perfect chance to have some fun.

So without anyone calling them, a bunch of Japanese students soon gathered inside.

In the center, Yamashita and Old Xu stood facing each other. Yamashita’s face was full of arrogance, while Old Xu, by contrast, shrank back and looked extremely cowardly.

Old Xu’s demeanor only made Yamashita even more pleased with himself. He twisted his neck and shouted arrogantly, "Come on, over here! Hit here! Hit me right here!"

He swung his fists twice at his own face, signaling for Old Xu to hit him.

Old Xu was of course not going to miss such an invitation. He gathered his strength, shouted, and charged straight forward.

He hadn’t expected that just as he rushed up to Yamashita, the latter would suddenly sidestep away. But a trick like that could never fool Old Xu.

Still, for the sake of the mission, Old Xu followed through with his momentum and kept lunging forward. Sure enough, Yamashita secretly hooked a leg out, and as expected, Old Xu was tripped and sent sprawling to the ground.

Hahahaha!

Seeing Old Xu’s "dog-eating-shit" posture, a pack of Japanese students burst into wild laughter.

"Hey, Yamashita, that’s not cool. You told him to hit you, how can you pull a dirty move like that?"

"Yeah! You think this is a match with our Japanese athletes? These Huaxia dogs don’t have that kind of reflexes."

"Take it easy, we’re here to watch a good show. If you end it this fast, what’s the fun in that!"

...

One after another, they cracked jokes at Xu Renjie’s expense as much as they could.

Old Xu naturally didn’t take any of that to heart, but what really pissed him off was that those bastards kept insulting Huaxia. This was something he absolutely couldn’t swallow.

Unfortunately, now was not the time for payback, but Old Xu made a note of this tab for now.

"Hey! Huaxia dog! Don’t tell me you’re done already! Stop playing dead and get up!" Kicking Old Xu in the stomach, Yamashita smirked and said, "This is the first lesson I’m giving you. In your Huaxia language, it’s called ’all’s fair in war.’ Remember, stop always trying to score cheap gains. That’s the bad habit of you Huaxia people. You think I’m stupid enough to just let you hit me for free?!"

Forcing down the burning pain in his abdomen, Old Xu slowly got up from the ground. He smoothed out his slightly wrinkled clothes, then said, pretending to struggle, "You tripped me just now, then you kicked me. That should count as two rounds, right?"

Stunned, not only Yamashita but even the Japanese students watching nearby were all thrown off by Old Xu’s words.

Especially Yamashita. The scene he’d imagined was Old Xu being beaten so badly he’d be begging for mercy. Never did he expect that the latter would actually...

Jiang Kou couldn’t help but let a sly grin curl up at the corner of his mouth. As the initiator of this match, he naturally had to uphold fairness and justice at this moment, to show the great Japan’s dignity.

He stepped forward and waved his hand, saying, "You’re right, those two moves just now count as two rounds."

After speaking, Jiang Kou didn’t forget to give Yamashita a meaningful look, the message in his eyes clearly saying: "There are still eight rounds. Don’t you dare embarrass Japan."

Yamashita had already been a bit annoyed, and now, with Jiang Kou’s look, the bit of smugness that had just surfaced was immediately replaced by a surge of anger.

Seeing Yamashita’s face change, Old Xu hurriedly backed away.

Old Xu’s retreat, in Yamashita’s eyes, was naturally taken as cowardice.

"You think you can get away like that?"

Radiating aggression, Yamashita strode toward Old Xu.

Old Xu kept backing up until he bumped into the front-row podium and had no choice but to stop.

With no other option, Old Xu once again threw his fist forward with all his might, swinging hard toward Yamashita.

This time Yamashita didn’t dodge. Instead, he stepped straight in, caught Old Xu’s swinging fist, then tightened his core, and with a smooth motion, executed a perfect back throw, slamming Old Xu onto the floor.

"Bang!" The solid concrete floor let out a dull thud the moment Old Xu’s back hit it.

No need to check—just from the sound alone you could tell how much force that throw had.

"Haha! Yamashita, you’re too ruthless. How’s this Huaxia dog supposed to take that?"

"Yeah! I told you to go easy. If you toss him like that, what’s left to watch!"

...

The Japanese students started hollering again. Amid their jeers, Yamashita lowered his eyes to stare at Old Xu beneath him, his gaze full of disdain: "Trying to play tricks on me? Heh, this is your second lesson. In the face of absolute power, any little scheme is useless!!"

Fuck, this little punk’s trash-talking skills are way better than his fighting.

Yamashita’s self-satisfied back throw felt to Old Xu about as much as a tickle, and yet these Japanese students were still so smug about it. If they knew Old Xu’s past record, they’d probably feel ashamed of their ignorance right now.

Pretending his back hurt, Old Xu climbed up from the floor with a pained expression, then said dejectedly, "That’s three rounds."

Those simple five words landed on Yamashita like a heavy shell. Yes, he had successfully slammed Old Xu to the ground. The move and the aura were both perfect, and the other guy looked sufficiently beaten and miserable.

But for some reason, after hearing those five weakly spoken words, Yamashita couldn’t feel the slightest joy of victory.

"You bastard!" He swung a fist and smashed it squarely into Old Xu’s face. Old Xu, just having gotten to his feet, fell backward again.

"Third lesson! Know your own strength and don’t challenge authority!!"

With a hidden meaning, Yamashita was using this line to warn Old Xu: for the sake of your life, stay down and don’t get up again. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you’re welcome to go to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)