Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 257: Using One’s Strengths to Attack Their Weaknesses

Xu Xiangbei felt that Jason was as strong as Fatty Cui, but upon closer thought, Jason’s strength surpassed Fatty Cui’s by countless times.

Fatty Cui was reputed for his Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt, yet it was all appearance without substance. Although Jason hadn’t deliberately practiced the Golden Bell Shield, his entire body was muscular, as solid as the Shield itself.

The Heaven-Defying Eight Needles could penetrate the fat of Fatty Cui, reaching into his meridians to cause damage, but against Jason, it couldn’t pierce through his rock-hard muscles.

Xu Xiangbei almost despaired, wondering if Jason was an invincible terminator with no weaknesses to be found.

He fought back with all his might, constantly searching for a way to defeat Jason.

When Xu Xiangbei first arrived at Jiangcheng, he didn’t have this kind of endurance, but through continuous battles with the Five Tigers of the Chen Family and Chen Baichuan, he gradually developed this tenacious resilience.

In a counterattack, he kicked Jason’s lower leg. Jason jumped back in pain, and Xu Xiangbei’s eyes lit up, finding an opportunity to break through.

Jason was a powerful boxing athlete, with fists as his strongest weapon, but his legs were noticeably weaker.

To win against him, attack where he is weak, his legs, instead of going head-to-head with his fists.

Xu Xiangbei made a plan and squatted down lightly.

Xu Xiangbei’s movement immediately drew President Qiao’s mockery: "Can’t fight anymore so you squat down? Are you tired? Why not sit and rest for a while."

President Qiao’s mockery drew laughs around the arena, except for President Huang and the Martial Artists, whose faces were full of frustration. They felt Xu Xiangbei was indeed tired as President Qiao said, and was about to lose.

Despite the ridicule, Xu Xiangbei was undeterred. He whistled at Jason, grinning roguishly, and beckoned, "Come on, baby."

Jason’s chest muscles were trembling, his arms bulging with veins as if he were a raging rhino charging towards Xu Xiangbei.

In one swift move, Jason rushed to Xu Xiangbei, wanting to swat him dead like a fly, but was surprised to find that when Xu Xiangbei squatted, his punches, delivered from above, were less powerful.

Xu Xiangbei swept Jason off his feet with a sweeping leg strike, sending him crashing onto the boxing stage.

The over three-hundred-pound Jason hit the stage like a falling tree, shaking the platform to its core, and the mocking laughter among the crowd ceased instantly.

Everyone realized Jason’s weakness; he was tall and strong with powerful arms but had clumsy legs.

Jason quickly got back on his feet, angrily charging towards Xu Xiangbei, raising his left foot to kick.

Xu Xiangbei’s eyes flashed with a cunning look; he had been waiting for Jason to kick.

As Jason kicked, Xu Xiangbei’s hands formed needles of energy, directly striking the acupoint near Jason’s knee.

Jason’s thigh, thicker than Xu Xiangbei’s waist, was covered with a dense fuzz of hair. Despite the somewhat repulsive touch, a strand of Inner Strength penetrated his leg’s meridians.

Jason suddenly realized his left leg wasn’t responding, almost causing him to fall, and he cursed loudly, "Rogue, demon technique, what did you do to my leg?"

Jason was like an angry grizzly, howling and waving his fists, not realizing he had become a target for the hunter.

Meanwhile, Xu Xiangbei, like a ground-drilling mouse, rolled beside Jason’s right leg, quickly striking the knee acupoint there.

Jason felt an unbearable pain in both legs, his knees gave way, and he knelt on the boxing stage with a thud.

The crowd gasped in shock. When Jason fell the first time, the spectators thought it was an accident, not a defeat.

Jason, living up to their expectations, quickly got up again, renewing their confidence.

The spectators and those watching the live broadcast, most of whom bet heavily on Jason winning, shared this belief.

After Jason fell a second time, they still hoped it was accidental and that he would rise quickly.

But this time, their hopes were shattered.

Xu Xiangbei executed a spinning flying kick, a move derived from the Chen Family Flying Leg, using the rotation force and charging it with powerful Inner Strength, landing a heavy kick on Jason’s face.

A spurt of blood sprayed onto the stage. Jason clutched his face and cried out in pain, shocking the audience, including President Huang, who were all amazed.

It was like a giant had fallen beneath the feet of an ordinary person, incomprehensible to the crowd.

Secretly amazed, Xu Xiangbei thought, this guy really was forged with bronze; such a fierce kick didn’t bring him down, just caused him to spit blood, clutching his mouth in complaint.

A cornered dog is much easier to handle.

Jason knelt on the stage, unable to stand, his towering height now ironically making his head a perfect target for a flying kick.

Xu Xiangbei infused Inner Strength into his legs, delivering eighteen kicks in one minute.

The stage was filled with the shadows of his legs, the whistling of rushing wind, and Jason’s heart-wrenching screams.

The audience was stunned, unable to discern Xu Xiangbei’s attack clearly, seeing only his high leaps and rapid spins like a whirlwind, relentlessly trampling Jason.

After Xu Xiangbei finished the last kick in one spirited go, Jason, like a chopped-off stump, fell heavily onto the stage, causing it to wobble once again.

The referee also went down, his face next to Jason’s, anxiously watching Jason, almost ready to provide an excuse for him.

The referee wore a wry smile, clearly stalling for time without calling the countdown.

He hoped Jason would get up soon as he had bought a hundred thousand US dollars’ worth of bets on Jason winning. Now, it was all lost, the hundred thousand dollars down the drain.

But no matter how long he stalled, it was no use. Jason was completely knocked out, his face bloody, unable to get up again, no matter how the referee counted.

The referee could only declare Xu Xiangbei the winner, raising Xu Xiangbei’s right hand high.

Everyone’s surprised gaze focused on Xu Xiangbei, including Huang Qinghai.

What puzzled Xu Xiangbei was that although he won, President Huang didn’t show any particular joy, just stared blankly at the stage.

Qiao Mountain angrily threw his cigar on the ground, led Secretary Wang away without looking back, leaving Thomas standing there dazedly.

Thomas, appearing furious and helpless, ordered his subordinates, "Take him to the hospital."

Xu Xiangbei’s Continuous Flying Kick, each kick with the force of a thousand pounds, was too much for Jason’s bronze skin and iron bones.

However, Xu Xiangbei knew his limits; he didn’t injure Jason’s brain, only temporarily sealed his meridians. An MRI would show no injuries, and once he regained consciousness, his meridians would return to normal.