Chapter 33: The Fist Emperor

Zhanxiage bent his body, his elbow thrusting forward hard, striking the opponent's ...... Lower abdomen! The fighting techniques personally taught by Kim Jaek-hee, a seventh-degree black belt expert in karate, are truly effective!
The Warrior Singer slid his elbow through the boxer's lower groin, his shoulder pressing against the pilot's lower abdomen. His eyes widened as he let out a furious roar, unleashing the explosive power he had been building up all along, lifting the opponent's entire hundred-kilogram body and forcefully throwing him behind him. At the same time, Xiage shouted loudly, "This is for the female college students from Beiping who were raped decades ago by you bastards!" ”
Huang Zhipeng clapped his hands and shouted, "Yes, to avenge your grandmother!" ”
Throwing the boxer pilot backward, Zhan Xiaoge still grabbed a few strands of chest hair tightly with both hands. As the boxer pilot fell to the ground, their bodies rolling together on the ground. Zhan Xiaoge slammed his right leg hard, sending the boxer pilot flying into the air. He shouted loudly, "This is for the hundreds of thousands of martyrs we lost or wounded on the Korean battlefield!" ”
Huang Zhipeng stomped his feet and shouted, "Yes, to avenge your grandfather!" ”
Zhanxiage reached out and, with the most violent moves, grabbed the boxing pilot who was already dizzy and dizzy from the ground. With one punch, he splattered blood from the opponent's nose and shouted angrily, "This is because you used to shout every day about dropping nuclear bombs on China!" ”
"Yes, to avenge your father!"
"Smack!" Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack......"
Zhan Xiagage slapped the other side more than a dozen times, "This is to rally Vietnam so that China has been fighting the Vietnam War for ten whole years!" ”
Huang Zhipeng: "Yes, to avenge your mother!" ”
"Smack!"
"You keep hyping up the China threat theory every day!"
"Smack!"
"Let you support Afghanistan and let their guerrillas run wild on our turf every day!"
"Smack!"
"You all keep flying your damn reconnaissance plane over our heads every day!"
……
An hour and a half later, the Chinese rescue ship finally found this small reef island. When the rescue team reached the island, their eyes widened.
Because on this island, less than fifty square meters, eight soldiers lay scattered everywhere, who knows how long they'd been fighting, all beaten to the point of being completely beaten into pig heads. What left the rescuers most amused and frustrated was that the eight people were exhausted from fighting, glaring fiercely at each other, engaging in a fierce battle of two against six.
Their bodies were covered in saliva, looking sticky and greasy, making them feel sick and nauseous.
After being carried onto the rescue ship, Zhanxiage kept laughing, rolling on the ground until his whole body was convulsing. He laughed and shouted, "Hahahahaha...... That foreign guy just now tried to spit me out, but as soon as he opened his mouth, I spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm right into his mouth. His expression was absolutely spectacular, as if I was pinching his nose and forcing a hundred green-headed flies into it. His eyes instantly widened as big as ping pong balls! Hahaha...... Don't be fooled by the fact that it's two against six, a war of words—it's just the two of us winning! ”
Huang Zhipeng leaned weakly against the boat's bowstring. Hearing Zhanxiage's words, he nodded repeatedly in agreement and made a victory gesture to all the rescuers. He shouted, "Oh yeah!" ”