CHAPTER 190: CHAPTER 189: BA YU’S BATTLE OF FAITH (2/3)

Yang Chen could sense that this Siam Fist fighter was much fiercer than Ba Yu, solely from the murderous aura emanating from him.

Looking at this person, Yang Chen felt a sudden desire.

He always enjoyed this feeling of flesh meeting flesh, punch for punch with full force; this was a battle between men.

However, his shoulder was injured now, and he couldn’t indulge in such a thrilling fight.

At this moment, Ba Yu was standing at the door without him knowing when.

"Boss, please let me fight him!"

Yang Chen looked at Ba Yu in surprise, not knowing why he was joining the fray; this guy was injured in the leg, wasn’t he told to hide away?

He noticed that Ba Yu was staring at the Siam Fist fighter, his eyes full of fierceness.

"Do you have a grudge?" Yang Chen stared at Ba Yu.

Ba Yu nodded heavily, "Any Siam Fist fighter holds a grudge against him! I can feel it; he’s killed a Divine Elephant. A Siam Fist fighter who gains strength by killing a Divine Elephant is a disgrace to all Siam Fist fighters! I must kill him today!"

Yang Chen suddenly realized, seemingly recalling a legend from Siam.

The strength of a Siam Fist fighter comes from the blessings of the Divine Elephant, and they all revere the Divine Elephant.

But there is also a legend that if a Siam Fist fighter can kill an adult elephant with his own power, he can gain immense strength.

Likewise, this is also a way for powerful Siam Fist fighters to prove their strength.

Obviously, the Siam Fist fighter in front of him was the latter.

Seeing Ba Yu’s hateful eyes, Yang Chen stepped back a few steps; this was a matter of the Siam Fist fighters’ belief, something Yang Chen wouldn’t interfere with.

The Siam Fist fighter stared at Ba Yu, glanced at Ba Yu’s wound, and sneered, "Are you here to court death? You actually help foreigners fight your own people?"

Ba Yu assumed a Siam Fist fighting stance, staring coldly at the Siam Fist fighter, "Did you forget how you were trained? Is this what you’re so proud of?"

The Siam Fist fighter’s expression turned angry, scolding, "Bastard! Stop spouting nonsense!"

"Did you forget about the brothers you trained with?" Ba Yu shouted.

"Ah!" The Siam Fist fighter was enraged, suddenly rushing forward, delivering a fierce spinning kick toward Ba Yu.

Ba Yu hurriedly raised his hands to block.

The Siam Fist fighter attacked with ferocity.

The Siam Fist has always been fierce, highly destructive; if a real fight breaks out, it’s almost a matter of life and death.

The two fought fiercely, while Yang Chen watched the direction of the house with vigilance, picking up a weapon from the ground to check the ammunition, prepared for anything coming from inside.

Meanwhile, Yang Chen glanced at the platform.

The people on the platform were already gone, likely subdued by Ye Xin.

Shortly after, Ye Xin appeared, giving Yang Chen an "OK" gesture, then aimed a heavy weapon from the platform towards the house in case of a sudden attack from within.

Yang Chen let out a sigh of relief before turning his eyes back to the battle between Ba Yu and the Siam Fist fighter.

Both were experienced, but in terms of ruthlessness, Ba Yu was no match.

Bang!

Ba Yu was punched in the face, blood gushing from his mouth, stumbling back several steps, barely able to stand.

The Siam Fist fighter seized the opportunity, rushing toward Ba Yu, leaping into the air, and delivering a brutal elbow strike to Ba Yu’s side face.

Watching this scene, Sun Yue gasped, covering her mouth, closing her eyes, unable to bear watching.

Even Yang Chen couldn’t help but tense up.

The blow was so heavy, it could almost fracture bones.

Like a Siam Fist fighter, such a flying elbow strike could instantly generate around a thousand pounds of force, which is hard for anyone to withstand.

Ba Yu was sent flying nearly a meter away, falling to the ground with wide eyes, his pupils starting to dilate.

Yang Chen took a deep breath and walked towards the Siam Fist fighter.

For Ba Yu, Yang Chen gave him the utmost respect and the opportunity to defend his beliefs. He lost, Yang Chen would win it back for him!

The Siam Fist fighter who defeated Ba Yu appeared arrogant, making small agile movements, ready to attack Yang Chen at any moment.

Yet the Siam Fist fighter’s attention was more focused on Yang Chen’s shoulder wound, with the bandage already stained red with blood; another punch there would surely be satisfying!

Yang Chen continued to assume the Wing Chun starting stance.

For dealing with such fierce and fast fighting styles, stability was the best response.

If Yang Chen knew Tai Chi, he would prefer to use it. But he hadn’t learned Tai Chi, so Wing Chun would have to do.

Wing Chun is famous for countering speed with speed and attacking force with force, but it’s based on one word, stability!

Kung fu is like this, with forms and moves, handling without panic, fighting without chaos.

Just as the Siam Fist fighter was about to make a move on Yang Chen, a groan came from the ground.

Both were surprised and looked at the ground.

Ba Yu was struggling to get up.

"You haven’t defeated me yet!" Ba Yu said unclearly, spitting two teeth out, blood flowing from his mouth, strung into lines, looking extremely miserable.

Yang Chen looked at Ba Yu’s struggling form, his brows furrowed, and a sense of respect rose in his heart.

When Ba Yu begged him for mercy, Yang Chen actually looked down on Ba Yu.

But now it seemed, Yang Chen understood everything.

At that time, after seeing the absolute difference in power, Ba Yu didn’t want to fight him because he had no reason to. He had no loyalty towards ’Venomous Snake,’ merely forced by life’s circumstances.

At this moment, he fought for his beliefs; even if he died, he would die standing!

Ba Yu struggled to stand up, staring at the Siam Fist fighter, "You haven’t defeated me yet. A true Siam Fist fighter won’t lose to someone like you! I still have a sister to take care of, you won’t kill me!"

At this moment, Yang Chen saw a hint of himself in Ba Yu.

Back then, he was just as stubborn.

The Siam Fist fighter was also shocked by Ba Yu’s faith, but it was followed by anger because he knew that in such a fight, it was either him or me.

"Then go to hell!" the Siam Fist fighter roared, charging towards Ba Yu.

At this moment, Ba Yu had no fight left and was knocked down by the charging Siam Fist fighter with one punch.

But Ba Yu didn’t give up; instead, he grabbed the Siam Fist fighter’s leg.

The Siam Fist fighter immediately kneed Ba Yu.

Suddenly.

A dark shadow flashed before the Siam Fist fighter’s eyes, his knee collided with something full of resilience, as if it could break with force, yet no matter how much force he applied, he couldn’t budge it!

Upon closer inspection, it was Yang Chen!

The Siam Fist fighter looked at Yang Chen in surprise.

He saw Yang Chen’s extended palm precisely blocking his knee.

Such rapid speed just now, Yang Chen could actually block his knee in an instant and possess such strength!

That knee just now, even an elephant’s bone could be broken, yet the person in front of him blocked it with a single palm!

This made the Siam Fist fighter feel fear.

If this blow hadn’t been blocked, his knee would have shattered Ba Yu’s skull directly!

Seeing the opportunity, Ba Yu suddenly flipped up, clamping onto the Siam Fist fighter’s neck.

The Siam Fist fighter wanted to struggle but found himself unable to move, trapped by Yang Chen!

"Go to hell!" Ba Yu roared, swiftly flipping him over, and tossed the Siam Fist fighter up.