Reborn as a Noble's Son-Chapter 914 - 870 Breakthrough in Battle

Chapter 914: Chapter 870: Breakthrough in Battle

Chapter 914 -870: Breakthrough in Battle

Wu Li’s words, Wu Li’s attitude, were very firm—Nie Zhenbang was clear on that, Wu Li was that kind of pure person. This was also why Nie Zhenbang kept Wu Li by his side. Sending Wu Li to work elsewhere, whether it be to the armed police forces or the public security system, was not a good career path for him.

“Little Wu, this is an order. Don’t you know my capabilities? I never do anything unless I’m certain of it,” Nie Zhenbang frowned, chastising, trying to dispel Wu Li’s concerns.

However, at that moment, Wu Li was stubborn, defiantly saying, “Boss, I can’t agree with you. It’s obvious that Ivanov is stronger than me; otherwise, you wouldn’t act this way, boss. I know you’ve practiced Shape-Intent Fist for many years, but this is a fight to the death, unrelated to Shape-Intent Fist. I can’t let you go up there.”

As he spoke, Wu Li’s expression bore an unwavering resolve, “Boss, now, it’s only right for me to go. The youngsters from the Travel Agency haven’t been tempered by life and death, nor forged by blood and fire; they’re not yet reliable. Now, I must be the one to go up, otherwise, I’d rather die than agree.”

Clearly, Wu Li had already embraced the belief that he might die. Listening to the DJ on the stage, loudly and elongatedly calling out, “Next… please welcome the fighter from the mysterious Ancient eastern country!!”

Nie Zhenbang looked at Wu Li, “Little Wu, if you go up there knowing you’re bound to die, why do you do it?”

Wu Li stiffened his neck, avoiding Nie Zhenbang’s gaze. Having followed Nie Zhenbang for over a year, Wu Li was well aware of his boss’s skills in persuasion. At this time, he mustn’t meet the boss’s eyes, lest he waver.

Turning his head to one side, Wu Li said gravely, “I was trained by the state; from the day I joined the Security Bureau, I have sworn that my life no longer belongs to me. Now, I must go.”

Wu Li’s obstinacy and persistence left Nie Zhenbang both irritated and amused—irritated because Wu Li failed to judge the situation, knowingly acting against better judgment, which is unwise; amused because the loyalty Wu Li displayed—if every Huaxia man were like Wu Li, Huaxia would have long stood at the pinnacle of the world’s nations.

After a pause, Nie Zhenbang’s face turned solemn as he said in a deep voice, “Little Wu, don’t talk further. As your leader, I will not approve your march into certain death.”

At these words, Wu Li became frantic, about to forcefully interject. Nie Zhenbang waved his hand, “Little Wu, you would sacrifice for the nation, for the people, for me, risking your life. Could it be that my, Nie Zhenbang’s, resolve is so low? Am I, Nie Zhenbang, so incapable?”

Continuing, Nie Zhenbang looked at Wu Li, “Little Wu, no matter my family background, no matter my status, for this country, I too can ‘throw my head, shed my blood, without regrets even in death.’ Moreover, this time, I am not entirely without assurance.”

After a brief pause, Nie Zhenbang continued, “I started learning Shape-Intent Fist when I was five years old. Now, at thirty-three, I have never had any break in practice. Clearly, Ivanov is strong, but his body is not agile, which is the only angle we can exploit. I am confident that I can defeat him. Otherwise, let’s try it out right now. Just one move—I only need one move to knock you down.”

Wu Li was struck dumb. He knew the boss had studied martial arts, but he didn’t believe his boss was that powerful.

In his stun, Qusaid approached with some urgency, “Nie, it’s time for your man to enter the ring. The DJ has already called out for the second time. Next, according to the rules here, failing to enter the ring after three calls is considered an automatic forfeit.”

On the other side, opposite Qusaid’s box, was Emerson’s, and his gaze was very smug at the moment. Sure enough, just as he predicted, these easterners were all bark and no bite. Haven’t they still failed to send someone out?

Time pressing, Nie Zhenbang yelled, “Little Wu, watch out for my move!”

Nie Zhenbang charged at Wu Li with a Shape-Intent Fist’s Bear form. Within Shape-Intent Fist’s Five Elements, there are split, crush, drill, blast, and cross. Beyond these, there is also a division into the Twelve Animal Forms: dragon, tiger, monkey, horse, rooster, harrier, swallow, snake, alligator, deer, eagle, and bear.

Shape-Intent Fist originates from charging into battle; the movements are broad and encompassing, straightforward. This is what makes Shape-Intent Fist suitable for combat.

Once Nie Zhenbang executed the Bear form, it perfectly personified the bear’s might—legend has it that the bear is the deity of the earth. The Bear form is stable and domineering, immovable as a mountain. That rush immediately made Wu Li feel an enormous thrust, destabilizing him and causing him to stagger back four or five steps.

Now Nie Zhenbang, having collected his fists to stand, radiated a daunting air from his entire being, looking at Wu Li, “Little Wu, now do you believe it?”

With that, without giving Wu Li a chance to object, Nie Zhenbang strode towards the passage. By the time Wu Li came to his senses, Nie Zhenbang had already walked a long way off.

“Ladies and gentlemen, let’s welcome to the stage, with the warmest, wildest screams, the mysterious figure from the East!!” With the DJ’s shout, the atmosphere in the venue had reached a climax.

The odds for the boxing match were already displayed on the big screen. Ivanov, with his typically dominant demeanor, naturally secured astronomical odds of 1 to 0.3. These odds were enough to prove that the masterminds behind Devil’s Cave had resolved to give away money.

As for Nie Zhenbang’s odds, there was a huge question mark next to the contender’s slot. His name was listed as the mysterious guest from the East, and the odds had reached 1 to 10. However, in the entire venue, aside from Qusaid betting on Nie Zhenbang’s victory, there was no one else.

As the DJ’s voice fell, the crowd went crazy with screams, twists, and cheers, because according to the rules, if the contender didn’t make an appearance by the time the player’s gate opened, there was no need to continue the match—it would be a direct victory for Ivanov.

Now, everyone was anticipating because a victory for Ivanov meant money for them. However, just as the gate opened, Nie Zhenbang emerged from the passageway.

At this moment, Nie Zhenbang was dressed in a suit, calm and collected as he walked straight onto the ring.

At this moment, everyone was stunned. Was it even possible to have someone wearing a suit to a boxing match?

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The DJ approached and, with the help of a translator, finally confirmed the identity of the fighter Nie Zhenbang. Naturally, by this time, staff had already brought clothing for Nie Zhenbang. When Nie Zhenbang re-entered the ring, the DJ loudly announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, another life-or-death struggle is about to unfold. The mysterious guest from the ancient eastern country goes up against the Death God, Ivanov.”

Speaking, the DJ introduced Nie Zhenbang and Ivanov,”The rule of the ring is simple: there are no rules. Anything goes, including biting ears, this is no professional American boxing match. You have only one objective, to bring down your opponent, even to kill. Do you understand? Good, begin!”

As the final word dropped, the DJ quickly left the scene. Jokingly, this kind of boxing match had no referee, nor did it adhere to any rhythm. Different from previous matches, which were also underground boxing but still had some rules, this was a fight for survival.

Up there on the stage, who knew whether Ivanov in a moment of fervor would find him bothersome and finish him with a single punch.

At that time, Nie Zhenbang had already tensed up, his gaze fixed on Ivanov. As the DJ’s last phrase ended, Ivanov charged like an unrestrained wild horse, aggressively approaching. Without any hesitation, his massive fist swung straight toward Nie Zhenbang’s face.

The wind from the fist, driven by its speed, made Nie Zhenbang feel a whiff of threat. He ducked his body low. Due to Ivanov’s height advantage, when Nie Zhenbang ducked, he used his shoulder as a weapon, ramming it directly into Ivanov’s chest.

A great resistant force was transmitted to him, and the next moment, Nie Zhenbang felt his shoulders being grabbed, and then he was hoisted up.

In the next instant, Nie Zhenbang was thrown out, tumbling to the ground. If it were a regular boxing match, it would be time for a pause in action.

But this was a fight to the death without so many rules. Ivanov, seasoned by experience, walked briskly towards Nie Zhenbang.

Rolling on the ground, Nie Zhenbang evaded Ivanov’s descending right foot. Back against the ropes of the ring, he stood up.

Yanbei’s Shape-Intent Fist emphasized fluid fist movements, stable and solid, while Yuzhou Province’s focused on a ferocity and robust momentum. As for Jinxi’s version, it stressed compact movements and precision in energy.

Nie Zhenbang, who had been immersed in Shape-Intent Fist for over thirty years, lacked extensive real combat experience over these years, but his foundation and understanding of Shape-Intent Fist had reached a critical point.

Now, under the stimulus of Ivanov, as Nie Zhenbang faced a life-or-death situation, he felt a sudden clarity and an elevation in his understanding of Shape-Intent Fist. His entire aura became more restrained, yet he had managed to enter the level of Dark Strength in an instant.

Looking at Nie Zhenbang, who now lacked that dangerous aura, Ivanov opened his mouth in a sneer and said,”Eastern man, what’s wrong? Are you scared? Have you lost your confidence to fight? Don’t worry. I won’t let you agonize in this pain. I’m a considerate person. I’ll knock you out quickly so you won’t see tomorrow’s Sun.” (