Reborn as a Noble's Son-Chapter 915 - 871 The Cost of Arrogance

Chapter 915: Chapter 871: The Cost of Arrogance

Chapter 915 -871: The Cost of Arrogance

Ivanov was not from Huaxia, and naturally did not understand the subtleties of Huaxia Kung Fu. Before his breakthrough, before this moment, Nie Zhenbang was at the level of Bright Strength; although on normal days, Nie Zhenbang appeared tall and imposing, exuding a strong aura, most people believed this was merely due to his official authority. Moreover, Nie Zhenbang intentionally reined in his own presence, so it wasn’t particularly noticeable.

Just now, in the life-and-death struggle, the peak aura of Bright Strength had shown itself. This wolf-like menacing aura had somewhat surprised Ivanov, and now, this aura had disappeared, gone without a trace. Ivanov didn’t understand these subtleties. Therefore, he assumed that Nie Zhenbang had completely lost his fighting spirit, that his courage had been crushed by him.

Nie Zhenbang scoffed coldly, his gaze towards Ivanov changed; at this moment, Nie Zhenbang looked at Ivanov as if he were looking at a dead pig. A master of Dark Strength was not someone ordinary people could contend with, not even someone like Ivanov.

Ivanov was strong but his strength lay in his physical condition—polar bear-like, extremely robust, possessing all the advantages of Westerners: tall stature, explosive power, and on top of that, solid muscles with extremely strong resistance to strikes. Minor blows felt to Ivanov as though they were just scratching an itch.

An opponent wanting to KO Ivanov often had to expend a great deal of effort and energy, yet Ivanov’s explosive strength and power allowed him to be invincible in battle, typically seizing the opportunity to KO his adversary after just a few punches.

But now it was different, Nie Zhenbang had reached the level of Dark Strength, an application of internal force. This was somewhat akin to the inch power of Wing Chun, sharing the same clever principle.

At that instant, Nie Zhenbang sneered, “If you want to die, I can oblige you.” He spoke in Russian. Back when he was active in the Soviet Union, Nie Zhenbang had learned quite a bit of Russian. As a Ulan, and once part of the Soviet Union, Ivanov naturally understood this.

Instantly, Ivanov felt a rage boiling up within him akin to a thundering explosion, as if a giant and a child were fighting and the child threatened to kill the giant. To Ivanov, this was a provocation, a humiliation.

With a cold glare fixed on Nie Zhenbang, Ivanov suppressed his voice and roared, “Enough, you yellow mongrel, I will make you taste death.”

Having spoken, Ivanov charged again. At this moment, Nie Zhenbang suddenly sprung up and his whole body leaped into the air, legs slightly parted, landing on the elastic ropes of the ring at opposite corners. With this tremble, much like bouncing on a trampoline, Nie Zhenbang soared into the air.

At this moment, the entire arena fell into a hushed silence; Nie Zhenbang’s performance was simply too astonishing. The amazing Oriental Kung Fu, the mystical Huaxia Kung Fu, appeared so mysterious and beyond belief in front of these foreigners.

Then, just as Ivanov looked up at Nie Zhenbang, his feet were already coming down—it was the natural effect of gravity. Nie Zhenbang’s legs, like scissors, clamped around Ivanov’s neck, while Ivanov’s hands were already holding onto Nie Zhenbang, attempting to throw him off.

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However, a twisting force came through, shifting Ivanov’s center of gravity, and with a thud, Ivanov was slammed to the ground.

This kick leveraged Nie Zhenbang’s ingenious strength, first ascending with kinetic energy, then on the descent, increasing speed and power, coupled with the twisting force generated by the angle between his waist and legs. Even Ivanov could not resist this unless he was willing to risk everything.

But Nie Zhenbang knew that people like Ivanov, who could so freely and recklessly KO their opponents, valued their own lives the most when it came to their own head. As expected, Ivanov compromised. Faced with the choice between risking his own death or taking the chance to kill Nie Zhenbang, Ivanov chose to give up.

After hitting the ground, Ivanov was quick to act; with a roll, he immediately got up, taking wide strides, his hands not pausing as he threw a series of consecutive combination punches at Nie Zhenbang.

If it had been a moment earlier, Ivanov’s movements would indeed have been quick, but in comparison to the post-breakthrough Nie Zhenbang, they were insufficient. Swiftly extending his hand, he grabbed Ivanov’s fist. Nie Zhenbang’s mouth now revealed a hint of a smile, yes, a smile.

Looking at Ivanov, he said, “Goodbye, buddy.”

Suddenly, Nie Zhenbang stepped forward with a horse stance, unleashing his Shape-Intent Collapse Fist, punching it into Ivanov’s abdomen. Without much noise. It was a pure application of Dark Strength, a punch that had shattered Ivanov’s internal organs.

Releasing his grip, Nie Zhenbang stepped back two paces, hands clasped behind his back, exuding the demeanor of a grandmaster, his gaze calm as he watched Ivanov, “He who kills must be prepared to be killed. When you KO’d 38 opponents in a row, did you ever consider that you’d have a day like today?”

Seeing Nie Zhenbang adopt such a stance, Emerson had already stood up in the private room, appearing utterly frenzied, screaming, “Kill, kill him, Ivanov, kill that son of a bitch from Huaxia, I’ll give you a hundred million US dollars.”

As his words fell, Ivanov’s whole being was tempted. He stepped forward, but then, something didn’t feel right. A shiver ran through his abdomen and his entire body. A sweetness filled his throat, and a gush of fresh blood spurted from his mouth.

Thump!

Ivanov’s body fell straight backwards, collapsing face-up. At this moment, Nie Zhenbang showed no excitement. The Shape-Intent Collapse Fist, unleashed with the power of Dark Strength, was considered a deadly move within its form.

By then, Ivanov’s internal organs were completely shattered, leaving no chance for survival. Just a moment ago, when Ivanov hadn’t moved, he felt nothing. However, once his body started to shake, his organs completely shifted out of place. He immediately collapsed.

The DJ, who had at some point walked up from below the stage, reached Nie Zhenbang’s side, grabbed his hand, and announced, “Ladies and gentlemen. The mysterious man from the East has KO’d the Polar Bear, Ivanov, ending his winning streak. Let’s cheer for the mysterious man.”

Although he said this, there were no cheers within the boxing ring. The upset was simply too huge, everyone had lost money, so how could they cheer for Nie Zhenbang?

As for all this, Nie Zhenbang simply didn’t care. He jumped down from the ring and through the passage, changed into his own clothes, and then walked into the private room.

At this moment, Qusaid was completely stunned, whereas Wu Li was overjoyed, coming forward and whispering, “Boss, have you broken through to Dark Strength?”

Nie Zhenbang nodded, smiled, and looked at Qusaid, “Qusaid, I think we can go ask Emerson for money now.”

Qusaid, thrilled, came forward with a warm hug, laughing heartily, “Nie, my friend, you are simply amazing, unbelievable. It’s hard to imagine you could be so capable. This is the happiest day of my life. Nie, did you know? I placed a huge bet on you, a whole five million. This time, Joseph Yi Xin has to pay me fifty million dollars, I’m just so excited. Today, not only have we made Emerson broke, but we’ve also taken fifty million from that guy Joseph. This is my most glorious moment. Haha, let’s collect our money.”

Qusaid’s torrent of words spilled out nonstop, proving just how excited he felt at that moment.

Nie Zhenbang could understand Qusaid’s feelings very well; in his past life, he had felt the same, perhaps even more so than Qusaid. He too had dreamed of turning his luck around one day.

Crossing the corridor, they had just reached the doorway to Emerson’s private room when Emerson, his face ashen, emerged with his entourage.

Without waiting for Nie Zhenbang to speak, Qusaid ribbed, “What’s this? Isn’t this young master Emerson? What, you’re planning to leave without settling the bet?”

Qusaid’s smug expression immediately incensed Emerson, smoke practically billowing from his seven orifices. His gaze at Nie Zhenbang was likewise unfriendly. Yet, Emerson still held back, saying, “Eastern man, you have surprised me. I must admit, your plot was very clever. You successfully fooled me into this. But I can tell you, a billion dollars, it’s a large sum, but I, Emerson, won’t default on it.”

As he finished speaking, Nie Zhenbang merely smiled faintly, shaking his head as he leisurely took out a cigar. Naturally, someone lit it for him. After taking a drag, Nie Zhenbang spoke, “Young master Emerson, I think you’re mistaken. To you and me, time is money. What I put up was a banker’s draft, redeemable at any time. If you need time, that’s fine, three days. You couldn’t possibly expect me to wait for a year, could you?”

With that, Nie Zhenbang’s expression turned serious as he gazed at Emerson, “Young master Emerson, arrogance comes with a price. Remember, you have three days. Otherwise, you will clear your account today before you leave.”

Emerson’s complexion turned steel blue, and without looking at Nie Zhenbang, he said to Qusaid, “Qusaid, you know the kind of man I am, Emerson. Three days it is. I never go back on my word.”

No sooner had those words settled, a voice came from behind Nie Zhenbang and the others, “Qusaid, and to the esteemed guest from the East, I think I, Joseph Yi Xin, can still vouch for it. If Emerson doesn’t pay in three days, I’ll help you collect the money.”(