Rotting Land: Survive

"Brother Xiao De, you overestimate me. My skills... hehe, are quite average." Avoiding confrontation, though unclear about what Jiang Kou’s intentions are, through their brief interaction, Xu Renjie feels this "Japanese" student is somewhat sinister.

So, to be safe, he still adopts a "playing dumb" strategy.

However, after hearing Xu Renjie’s "cliché" reply, Jiang Kou smiles calmly, "Hehe, so are you saying that what Derrick said earlier was all just a joke on us? Do you know the consequences of fooling us?"

"Ah, no, no, no," Xu Renjie had expected Jiang Kou to be difficult to deal with, but the extent of his rudeness was beyond his expectations: "You misunderstood, you misunderstood. I, I didn’t mean that, what I meant to say is..."

"Hehe, just joking, no need to be nervous. I know you Huaxia people revere that Confucianism thing. So you were just being modest, right?"

Xu Renjie chuckles awkwardly without giving an affirmative response; he finds the best way to deal with the man in front of him is to remain silent.

"Hehe, silence implies consent. But let me tell you, that so-called Confucianism of yours is nothing but a display of cowardice!"

Such blasphemous words, Xu Renjie’s fists clench once again.

"Look at our ’Japan’, we uphold the Samurai Spirit, where the strong are revered, and the victorious are kings! You Huaxia have such a large population, but you’re all lazy and unambitious. Always pretending to be humble all day long. If only one of you had the Samurai Spirit like our great ’Japan’, you wouldn’t be in this situation where you have to beg for medicine!"

Jiang Kou’s words were like a steel blade stabbing into Old Xu’s chest. Though angry in his heart, and though he thought Jiang Kou’s words were nonsense, Old Xu had to admit, some of Jiang Kou’s nonsense do hold some truth.

At least this vast school, with so many students back then, how could these 13 little bastards from Japan forcibly occupy it?

They have the courage to be trampled on, but why do they lack the courage to stand up and resist!

A hundred years ago, we lost vast lands in a matter of days because of cowardice and not resisting. A hundred years later, history is repeating itself.

And it’s still being done by a bunch of ’Japanese’ kids, which indeed infuriates Old Xu.

"What, are you dissatisfied with what I said?" Jiang Kou shifts his gaze, looking provocatively at Xu Renjie, with disdain and mockery evident in his eyes.

Jiang Kou should be glad that Xu Renjie has a task at hand right now, or he would meet a very miserable end.

However, even so, his days are numbered.

Old Xu gives a silly chuckle, offering no reply.

"So, I’ll give you a chance to prove you Huaxia people, you fight him, if you win, you get the medicine, but if you lose..."

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Jiang Kou’s lips curl into a cold smile: "Tomorrow, you must gather four times the supplies for me! How about it? Anyway, you can’t lose on this, right?"

After speaking, Jiang Kou looks at Xu Renjie with interest, feeling very satisfied with the sense of controlling the situation and playing others like puppets.

Except...

"Baka! Jiang Kou, who do you think you are, what right do you have to let me compete with that Huaxia dog? You’re insulting my dignity as a ’Japanese’ warrior."

Hearing the nonsense the lean kid spouted in the end, Xu Renjie really wants to slap him all the way to ’Southern Yemen’.

"Hehe, Yamashita, what are you talking about!" Turning around, Jiang Kou places a hand on the lean kid’s shoulder, "How could I insult you? Insulting you would be insulting the Samurai Spirit of our ’Japan’. Don’t worry, I asked you to compete with him to teach these Huaxia people a lesson so they understand the essence of our great ’Japan’s’ Samurai Spirit."

Upon hearing these words, the lean kid’s expression softens, and his originally angry mood dissipates quite a bit with Jiang Kou’s flattery.

"Oh, so that’s how it is! I misunderstood you!"

Generously waving his hand at the lean kid, Jiang Kou thought to himself: Yamashita, oh Yamashita, your IQ is as low as your height!

At the same time, Xu Renjie similarly feels disdain in his heart, you idiot, you don’t even know you’ve been sold.

The lean kid truly doesn’t know Jiang Kou’s intentions, he’s entirely immersed in the pride of being a warrior of the great ’Japan’.

The lean kid raises his hand, pointing his fingers directly at Old Xu’s nose, "Huaxia dog, out of respect for Jiang Kou, I’m giving you a chance to challenge me, how about it? Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

With his head held high, nose lifted, and two big nostrils below his nose spraying mist-like hot streams, the lean kid postures as arrogantly as possible.

To this, Xu Renjie’s response is: "No, no, no, I’m not good at fighting, I heard from Brother Xiao De that you all are ’Japanese’ Judo experts, I’m not in the same league as you all."

"Baka!"

"Slap!" Without any warning, the lean kid slaps Xu Renjie across the face.

"Useless waste! This is why I say you Huaxia people are all cowards! You admit defeat without even fighting! Trash like you is just a waste of food!"

"Ah, ah, ah," Raising his hand to stop the increasingly passionate Yamashita, Jiang Kou mediates in a muddy manner, "So, I fought for a chance for you. If you want to save someone, you must compete with our Yamashita, otherwise..."

Shrugging his shoulders, Jiang Kou nonchalantly waves his hand: "Otherwise, just go back where you came from."

Looks like getting the medicine is impossible without accepting the fight. If it’s a real fight, ten Yamashitas combined wouldn’t be a match for Xu Renjie.

But here and now, Xu Renjie needs to hide his identity, so he definitely can’t go all out, not only can’t he fight hard, but he also has to appear as weak as possible.

Yet, by doing so, he won’t get the medicine and will get beaten up for nothing and humiliated.

Old Xu isn’t foolish enough to take a deal that leads to a loss.

After hesitating for about ten seconds, he smiles apologetically and says, "Guys, how about this... With my skills, I’m no match for him. If possible, can we set a single round, and if I can hold out until the end, you give me the medicine, would that be okay?"

This is the only method Xu Renjie can think of at the moment to both conceal his identity and obtain the medicine.

Jiang Kou laughs upon hearing the proposal, obviously indifferent to the method Xu Renjie uses to participate in the fight, as long as the latter fights, his goal is achieved.

So he immediately shifts his gaze and consults Yamashita, "Yamashita-kun, what’s your opinion?"

Yamashita makes a show of twisting his neck, then mockingly says, "Kid, it seems you have a lot of confidence in your ability to take hits, huh? Fine! How many rounds do you want?" (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendation votes, monthly votes, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)