The members of the Black Bear Mercenary Group behind him, who had been drunkenly cheering, instantly quieted down considerably, their smiles freezing on their faces as they exchanged glances, seeing that familiar apprehension in each other's eyes.
The crowd watching the excitement in the camp also started a low murmur.
"Damn it, is he from Yan Country?"
"Now there's a good show to watch, and then again, maybe not."
"Yeah, Potter, that bastard, isn't stupid, even if he's a jerk. He probably wouldn't dare to actually make a move, right?"
"To offend a man from Yan Country for a woman, that's a huge loss."
Everyone felt that this conflict should come to an end here.
Potter would find a way to back down, and Wang Yu would know when to stop, then everyone would go their separate ways.
However, with the atmosphere built up like this, if Potter were to slink away, where would he, Black Bear, put his face?
How would his subordinates view him?
How could he continue to survive in this area in the future?
"So what if he's from Yan Country?"
"Can people from Yan Country just interfere with our Black Bear's business? Boss Potter! Don't be a coward! Fight him!"
"Right! Fight him! Let him know whose territory this is!"
"Break his legs! Make him kneel and sing 'Conquer'!"
Alcohol is the best catalyst and the cheapest courage.
Incited by his subordinates, Potter's blood, which had just cooled down, boiled again.
What the hell am I afraid of?
He's a man who has fought his way through a hail of bullets!
In this land, fists are the hard truth!
Who cares about some damn Yan Countryman? Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, he would have to learn who makes the rules here!
"Kid, I'm giving you one last chance."
"Now, immediately, get out of my sight."
"Otherwise, I promise, you will regret ever coming into this world."
Wang Yu smiled.
He didn't say anything, just lightly beckoned to Potter with his finger.
This gesture was full of provocation.
And it completely ignited the last bit of rationality in Potter's heart.
"Ah ah ah ah! Die!"
Potter let out a beastly roar, and he charged forward like an enraged brown bear.
Among the onlookers, some even instinctively closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight of the bloody scene that was about to unfold.
The hearts of the Chi Yun Mercenary Group members were in their throats.
It's over.
This thought flashed through everyone's mind.
However, Wang Yu didn't dodge.
Just as that massive fist was about to smash into his nose.
His arm shot up like lightning, not to block it head-on, but with an extremely tricky angle, his palm lightly parried and guided it.
Four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds.
Potter's heavy punch, powerful enough to kill an ox, was easily deflected by him, whistling past his ear.
Potter was stunned; he felt as if he had punched with all his might into a ball of cotton, an indescribable discomfort.
Before he could react and adjust his center of gravity.
Wang Yu's next move had already arrived.
A lightning-fast kick.
It wasn't a push or a kick, but a precise jab with the tip of his foot to the side of Potter's supporting knee as he rushed forward.
Potter felt a sudden numbness in his knee, followed by a searing pain, and his supporting body instantly lost balance, causing him to stumble uncontrollably forward.
Wang Yu's eyes narrowed, and he used the rotational force from deflecting the punch to smoothly twist his body.
His body spun like a top, and his other leg traced a sharp arc in the air, carrying the full force of his body as he kicked out again.
This time, the target was Potter's unprotected abdomen, exposed as he rushed forward.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
Everything happened in a flash of lightning.
When the crowd could clearly see the situation in the arena again.
Potter was now hunched over.
His eyes bulged, bloodshot, his facial expression twisted to the extreme, showing pain, shock, and a hint of bewilderment.
Veins, one by one, bulged from his forehead and neck, knotting together, looking particularly ferocious.
"Uh..."
He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but could only emit a series of meaningless gurgling sounds.
A large mouthful of saliva mixed with stomach acid sprayed from his mouth.
Then, his massive body softly knelt to the ground, finally collapsing like a pile of rotten flesh, completely limp and motionless.
An absolute instant kill.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
They rubbed their eyes, then pinched their thighs hard, wondering if they were hallucinating due to the hot weather.
What the hell... what's going on?
That Black Bear Mercenary Group's fourth-in-command?
That legendary super special forces soldier retired from the Navy SEALs?
That formidable person whose combat power ranked among the top ten in this region?
He was taken down by a seemingly frail young man from Yan Country with just one kick?
"I... I didn't see wrong, did I? Potter... fell?"
"One move? Just one move?"
"This isn't scientific! What did that kid do? Did he use some kind of weapon?"
"No! I saw it clearly! It was just one move! Clean and precise!"
The clamor, discussions, and exclamations seemed to want to tear off the roof of the entire camp.
"Yan Country Kung Fu! It must be Yan Country Kung Fu!"
"I knew it! I knew it! Everyone in Yan Country knows Kung Fu! What they show in movies is all true!"
"Kung Fu my ass! Do you think this is a movie?"
A knowledgeable white mercenary next to him immediately retorted, "I think he understands human acupoints! Look at his last kick, it hit the stomach, but it was definitely not a normal kick. He must have used some clever technique to directly attack the nerves!"
"Yes, yes! I think so too! Otherwise, it would be impossible for a single blow to incapacitate a strong man like Potter!"
Various speculations rose and fell.
And Wang Yu, at this moment, was also a little bewildered.
He looked down at his hands, then at the foot he had kicked out.
He himself hadn't expected the effect to be so good.
In the crowd, Mike, the war correspondent with black-rimmed glasses, was now trembling with excitement.
He tightly covered the miniature camera on his chest, his heart pounding wildly.
It's going to explode!
It's definitely going to explode!
If this video is posted on foreign websites, won't it get tens of millions of views?
He no longer lingered, quietly squeezing out of the crowd, crouching low, and scurried back to his tent at the fastest speed.
On the other side, the members of the Black Bear Mercenary Group finally recovered from their shock.
They looked at Potter, twitching like a dead dog on the ground, then at the calm young man from Yan Country opposite them.
A mercenary who seemed to be the leader gritted his teeth and winked at the people behind him.
Several people immediately stepped forward and, with many hands, lifted the unconscious Potter.
"Let's go!"
They could be untrustworthy, but they couldn't ignore the consequences of the disparity in strength.
Watching the Black Bear Mercenary Group members slink away, carrying Potter, there was a brief silence in the Chi Yun Mercenary Group's camp, followed by an earth-shattering cheer!
"We won! We won!"
"Vice Commander is awesome!"
Several excited mercenaries rushed over, and without a word, lifted the still somewhat bewildered Wang Yu, tossing him high into the air.
"Vice Commander! Teach us Yan Country Kung Fu!"
"Yeah, yeah! It's so cool! I want to learn that move too!"
...Meanwhile.
Thousands of miles away in Yan Country, Q Province.
In the production workshop of a large electronics factory, the roar of machines was incessant.
Li Ming and Wang Chen, who had just finished lunch, were squatting on the steps at the workshop entrance, smoking.
"Hey, do you think that guy Xiao Yu is used to things over in South Sudan?" Li Ming took a puff of his cigarette, speaking with concern.
"That place, I heard it's very chaotic, wars every day. With his weak body, I hope nothing happens to him?"
Wang Chen exhaled a smoke ring and said indifferently, "You're just worrying unnecessarily. Xiao Yu is so smart, he definitely knows how to protect himself."
"That's true, but my right eyelid keeps twitching; I always feel uneasy," Li Ming sighed.
In the workshop, at another workstation, Zhou Tong, with long wavy hair, was holding her phone, standing on tiptoes, trying to find a signal.
"Oh, this lousy internet, why is it buffering again! My Oppa's concert video!"
She impatiently refreshed the page, and a video marked with the character "burst" (Explosion/Trending) suddenly popped up.
The video's cover was a slightly thin Asian youth, caught in the moment of kicking a strong white man in the stomach.
The title was even more sensational.
"Holy crap! Real-life Yan Country Kung Fu! Instant kill of a foreign strongman with one move!"
The video was short, only a dozen seconds, but the quality was exceptionally clear.
When she saw the face of the Asian youth in the video, her entire body froze.
"Ah!"
Zhou Tong let out a shriek, startling Qian Meng, who was dozing off nearby.
"Quick! Look! Everyone, look!" Zhou Tong's voice was trembling as she held her phone up to everyone.
"Isn't the person in this video... isn't he a bit like Wang Yu?"
Li Ming and Wang Chen heard the commotion and also crowded over, their heads squeezed together, staring intently at the small screen.
In the video, the young man in the swirling yellow sand, with calm yet sharp eyes... that face, that physique... "Holy crap..." Wang Chen's cigarette butt fell to the ground.
"No... no way?" Qian Meng rubbed his eyes hard, then touched his forehead.
"Am I working too much overtime and seeing things?"
