Mercenary's War-Chapter 2189 - 2166: Kip-Up

The moment Eileen and Lucica fired was the opportunity Gao Yang was waiting for.

As soon as the shooting started here, many customers who were enjoying their coffee naturally panicked. Amidst a chorus of shrill screams from women, those who were sane began to flee, while Eileen and Lucica pretended to be scared. However, instead of turning to run, they crouched down immediately on the spot.

Some women, when frightened, don’t run but crouch where they are and scream. Although this reaction is a bit off, it is quite normal. However, the unusual thing about these two was that after crouching down, they started pulling pistols out of their bags.

Gao Yang was lying flat on the ground, which made it quite difficult to move. After quickly analyzing the situation, he decided not to shoot first; he had to wait for Eileen and the others to open fire to distract the enemy before he could shoot. So, Gao Yang immediately spread his hands.

Gao Yang thought that those Southeast Asian people might try to use unarmed combat to solve Li Jinfang, although if it were him, he would never do that.

No matter how skilled in martial arts, isn’t it just a bullet to bring you down? That’s the reason why martial arts masters are of no value on the battlefield these days, because of the advent of guns.

If Li Jinfang had a choice, he would definitely use a gun to solve his opponent instead of fists. When surrounded by enemies, no matter how fast and fierce the fists, they can’t compete with a gun’s speed. However, Li Jinfang had no chance to draw his gun, and for him, in his current situation, using a gun was even less advantageous than fists, because he wasn’t a Gun God.

For the vast majority of people, at face-to-face distance, a handgun is often not as handy as a knife. This is a lesson learned from countless real battles, not someone’s whimsical idea.

"Take them down!"

The guy with tattooed arms roared again.

For Gao Yang and Li Jinfang, this was an unexpected situation, and it was obviously an unexpected encounter for their enemies as well.

Among these Southeast Asians, four were especially capable fighters. Li Jinfang had already killed one of them, and another one, the one who knocked Gao Yang out, also seemed formidable. The remaining two were slightly less skilled but still masters, and the rest could only be described as so-so.

The tattooed one was clearly very confident in the combat abilities of his people, just as Gao Yang was always extremely confident in Li Jinfang, the super golden hand. So, neither of them expected to meet such worthy adversaries, resulting in this battle that started with unarmed combat being swift, fierce, and uncontrollable.

Four Italians did not stay to deal with Gao Yang and Li Jinfang; they ran towards the stadium gates while shouting into the microphones hidden under their collars.

Among the three black men and five white men left, all pointed their guns at the still dodging Li Jinfang, except for one white man who pointed his gun at Gao Yang’s chest.

When the tattooed man shouted to take down Gao Yang and the others, the white man extended his hand to fire his gun, but he only managed the motion before falling forward.

Eileen, with both hands on the gun, fired continuously, and one bullet hit the back of that white man’s head.

Watching what appeared to be a terrified, screaming woman suddenly pull out a gun and shoot was a deadly change for the enemies and precisely the opportunity Gao Yang had been waiting for.

After being knocked down, Gao Yang was no longer the focus. The moment Eileen fired, he swiftly drew his gun from his waist and began shooting while lying down.

Li Jin could throw punches faster than Gao Yang, kick faster than Gao Yang, move faster than Gao Yang, and dodge quicker than Gao Yang, but when it came to drawing a gun, he wasn’t as fast as Gao Yang. This was something they had contested before.

Gao Yang was fast in drawing his gun, his fingers quick, his reaction with a gun much faster than Li Jinfang’s, just like how Li Jinfang was far quicker with fist fights. In theory, Li Jinfang, who had been practicing martial arts since childhood, should have better explosive power, but why was he slower at shooting? They couldn’t figure this out and could only attribute it to their respective strengths.

Gao Yang lay on the ground, gun resting on his chest, couldn’t aim, yet he hit the enemy’s chin with every shot. The furthest was only three to five meters away, and turning the gun barrel would hit his target, yet no one hit him.

The main reason was that Eileen and Lucica were quickly and accurately shooting from behind. Before Gao Yang fired, some enemies, surprised by the attack from behind, turned to shoot backwards, so the immediate threat Gao Yang had to face and resolve was only three enemies. At his rate of shooting, it wasn’t too difficult to kill these three before they got him.

In the crossfire, quickly knocking down enemies holding guns, Gao Yang reached out to fire another shot, killing a Southeast Asian who had his back turned to him, but before he could continue shooting, a foot kicked his gun-holding hand, sending his gun flying.

First, a kick sent Gao Yang’s gun flying, and the attacker, face filled with hostility, delivered another kick towards Gao Yang’s head.

This kick landing wouldn’t be fatal, but Gao Yang could only turn his head to dodge, unable to react instinctively. Nevertheless, a timely bullet hit the chest of the kicking enemy. Although this fierce-faced Southeast Asian didn’t die instantly, his leg went limp, and the kick missed.

Without a gun, but fortunately not kicked, Gao Yang executed a kip-up to get back up, not needing to use his hands, relying solely on his core strength to spring off the ground. It was a basic move taught by Li Jinfang after much practice, conventional indeed, but it was a fundamental technique in Huaxia Martial Arts, a move used regularly.

Gao Yang performed it well, popping up with a forceful motion, but just halfway through his kip-up, with his rear still in the air, a foot appeared before his eyes and kicked his forehead, knocking him back down again.

Gao Yang seemed to hear a bang as his head hit the ground, his vision darkened, and stars flashed before his eyes.

Yet, fortunately, the Southeast Asian’s short stature and short legs meant the sidekick merely grazed him with the toes, or else a full kick would have knocked him out. If the force of his head hitting the ground was too great, it might have killed him.

Shaking his head on the ground, Gao Yang still felt dizzy. This time, he dared not attempt another kip-up. As he staggered to his feet, not yet steady, someone viciously charged at him with a knife.

Once more, a swift kick, Gao Yang’s Groin Kick could be executed from any stance, a skill he had mastered. This time, the Groin Kick connected, albeit not hitting the Southeast Asian’s crotch. Gao Yang was too tall, and the knife-wielding opponent was too short, so the kick hit the small abdomen.