Chapter 23 Refuel, Lord Wang!

  The new Wang team officer "fought" on the arena, challenging the foreign strongman Opiyon's feat, and spread throughout Rong County in one day!

  Few people knew what kind of officer Wang Hengyue was before he came to Rong County, but now no one doesn't know the three words "Wang Hengyue".

  Even Zhao Xi specially sent someone to ask about this matter, and said that it was a glorious thing for Rong County, Sichuan, and the country. On that day, he would definitely be present to cheer on Wang Daren.

  This matter has become quite serious, and now all eyes in Manrong County are on Wang Hengyue. If there is even a slight mistake, it's likely that Captain Wang's reputation will be ruined.

  Regardless of the outcome, a good side has emerged. Within a day, dozens of people came to sign up at the recruitment office, all saying they were inspired by the reputation of "Officer Wang".

  It's hard to say whether these troops belong to Wang Hengyue or not. If Wang Hengyue loses on the stage, there will be big trouble.

  On the day of the duel, the brothers were already waiting for Wang Hengyue in the camp.

  Just out of the camp, Zhao Xi had already brought a sedan chair, and a group of Rongxian officials and citizens were waiting outside. When they saw Wang Hengyue come out, the crowd shouted in unison:

  "Please, Coach Wang, bring honor to Rong County for me and bring glory to Sichuan people!"

  Zhao Xi stepped forward: "Lord Wang is a iron-blooded and brave official, a model for the imperial court's military officers! Please get on Zhao Xi's sedan chair, we will clear the way for Lord Wang!"

  Wang Hengyue did not decline and got into Zhao Xi's sedan chair. Then he heard from outside Zhao Xi saying loudly:

  "Let's get going!"

  Suddenly there was a commotion ahead, and then countless people shouted in unison:

  "His Excellency Wang has arrived! His Excellency Wang has arrived!"

  "Please get down from the sedan chair, Sir Wang!"

  The sedan door opened, and Wang Heng's foot had just landed on the ground, when another burst of cheers erupted:

  "Long live Lord Wang! Long live Lord Wang!"

  A path was cleared through the crowd, and a dozen or so short and stout men walked in, with the leader cupping his fists and saying: "Lord Wang, I am Wenming Gong Fengji, the helmsman of Rong County's 'Ren' gang. Today, I have brought brothers from Rong County to come and cheer you on!"

  This is the doing of the Elder Brother Society, Wang Hengyue cupped his hands in respect.

  The crowd parted automatically to make way for him, cheering as Wang Hengyue walked onto the stage.

  Another wave of cheers, Wang Hengyue waved his hand and the crowd instantly fell silent. Just as he was about to walk towards the fighting arena, Yu Lei suddenly whispered in Wang Hengyue's ear: "Sir, don't forget Sheng Yuan's words, no matter how hard or difficult it is, you must hold on for the time of one incense stick!"

  Wang Hengyue was slightly stunned, not knowing what kind of trick Yu Lei was playing, and walked into the arena, where Opiyon had his arms around him, with a look of disdain on his face.

  Signed a life-and-death contract, the translator still remembers that day when he was ridiculed: "Lord Wang, after I'm done with you, I'd like to hear more of your stories, but I'm afraid you won't be able to speak anymore."

  Wang Hengyue smiled and ignored him, returning to the ring where an eerie silence had fallen.

  Took off his jacket and threw it away, hugged his fist: "Foreign devil, come on!"

  "Taste the power of this toad!"

  Opie had long been nursing a grudge against Wang Hengyue, and now he suddenly let out a loud shout and swung his fist.

  Wang Hengyue also struck out with a fist, and the two fists met. Opiyon seemed unaffected, but Wang Hengyue felt as if his fingers were almost broken off.

  A strange cry echoed again, and both fists struck out in succession.

  Wang Hengyue exerted himself to resist, taking over a dozen punches in a row. His own fists gradually became numb under the intense pain of Opie's repeated heavy blows.

  At this moment, Opiyin seized the opportunity and punched Wang Hengyue's right cheek heavily.

  A scream erupted from the crowd, Wang Hengyue retreated several steps in a row, his mouth open, with fresh blood seeping out.

  Stars were flashing before his eyes, and he was almost about to collapse!

  "What's with the toad's fist? Sick man!" Opi laughed triumphantly, waving his fist in a threatening manner.

  But what he never expected was that Wang Hengyue, who had no confidence in his own victory, was suddenly filled with blood and anger by Opi's punch.

  "Damn your ancestors, you foreign devil!" Wang Hengyue's furious roar threw all his pain and fear to the back of his mind as he charged forward with a punch straight at Opi.

  "What 'returning to America', what officialdom, what ambition, all were thrown out of the window by Wang Hengyu at this moment."

  At this moment, Wang Hengyue regarded himself as a boxer, even a street thug fighting for his life! He didn't think about seeking fame or fortune, he just thought that if you don't kill me, I'll kill you!

  The only rule in street fighting is not how good you are at fighting, how strong your body is, or how skilled you are, but whether you want to live or die!

  The cruelest one is often the most desperate one!

  Aopi was startled by Wang Hengyue's desperate stance, and another punch was swung out. Who would have thought that this time Wang Hengyue didn't dodge at all! Not only did he not dodge, but he also charged directly towards his fist.

  Without flinching or dodging, just as Opiyon's fist struck Wang Hengyue's injured right cheek again, Wang Hengyue also landed a punch on Opiyon's chest.

  Two people crouched down on the ground at the same time.

  Wang Hengyue got up with a sway, at this time his face and mouth were full of blood, and his entire right cheek was swollen terribly.

  Aopi Yinyang also stood up, covering his mouth with his hand, his face turned pale.

  Wang Hengyue suddenly cracked a smile, his mouth full of fresh blood, mumbling indistinctly: "Toad, taste, how's the taste?"

  The thoroughly enraged Opiyumi sprang into action, letting out a strange cry as he charged forward in a frenzy.

  Wang Hengyue forgot everything and knew that there was only one way to avoid being knocked down: to stake his life!

  He never found himself to be so brave! His body and face were hit by countless punches, if it were in his own era, he would have surrendered long ago, but now it's different, no matter what, he must not fall down!

  Die but never yield!

  The only thing that feels strange is that Opi's fist isn't as fierce as imagined, hitting himself with so many punches and yet the damage he inflicted on himself wasn't particularly fatal!

  Logically speaking, after being punched twice on the right cheek, teeth should have been knocked out, but that didn't happen.

  But such thoughts flashed through his mind in the heat of battle, and he had no time to think.

  The surrounding cheers and applause stopped, everyone was staring at the stage with rapt attention. The timid people had already quietly closed their eyes, not daring to look again.

  Come on, King! King, come on!

  Almost everyone is secretly praying in their hearts.

  Yu Lei kept staring at the sky, his lips moving constantly, but no one noticed him.

  Two figures in the ring clashed together, one moment they were together, the next they were apart. Wang Hengyue was injured repeatedly, but he also managed to land over a dozen punches on Opiyon. Each punch landed on Opiyon's vital spots, if not for his own injuries and lack of strength, perhaps Opiyon would have fallen by now.

  Wang Hengyue was the clearest, under the repeated blows, he could no longer hold on for much longer!