Chapter 77

At first, the Iron Army did not underestimate He Dong, but even so, as the fight with He Dong progressed, the Iron Army became increasingly alarmed.

Initially, apart from his great strength and quick reflexes, He Dong did not seem particularly unusual. However, as the fight continued, He Dong's improvement was astonishing.

At the beginning, the Iron Army still had confidence in threatening He Dong, but gradually, He Dong's threat to him grew larger. However, for some reason, He Dong did not counterattack and only dodged.

Of course, He Dong had his own plans. His strength had come too suddenly and too mysteriously, especially as it had grown so rapidly that even he found it hard to adapt.

He had thought he had mastered his strength after training at the gym recently, but it was only on the stage today that he truly realized that some things could not be integrated through ordinary means. The current intense fight was an unprecedented opportunity for He Dong.

However, this process did not last long. When He Dong felt that his control over his body had reached a perfect level, he began to counterattack.

He Dong's attack was straightforward. Of course, he didn't know how to be fancy, so he simply punched the Iron Army in the stomach.

He Dong's punch was very sudden, and even the always cautious Iron Army was unprepared. After all, He Dong had been dodging and defending all along, and there were many opportunities where he could have attacked the Iron Army but did not.

The Iron Army was experienced, so when faced with He Dong's sudden punch, he immediately crossed his hands to block the attack, then sank his breath to his dantian, preparing to withstand the punch.

"Crack!" However, what the Iron Army did not expect was that although he knew He Dong was very strong, he still underestimated him. The moment He Dong's fist made contact with his arms, a sharp pain accompanied by the sound of bones breaking immediately spread. Then, the Iron Army felt as if he had been hit head-on by a truck, flying backward and landing outside the ring.

The sudden turn of events instantly silenced the crowd. Everyone was speechless, staring in shock. Some people even maintained their actions from a few seconds ago; Zhou Fuan's waving arm was still raised, and Cheng Tianlei's excited expression was frozen on his face.

"Second round, free fighting, He Dong wins!" After a long while, Chu Qian's voice broke the eerie silence.

"Ah! He won!" Wang Xuewu, as if suddenly coming to his senses, immediately shouted hysterically.

"Bro, awesome!" He Xi also jumped and shouted.

As for Zhou Fuan and the others, their faces were all terrifyingly grim, and some with weaker mental fortitude looked as if they had lost a loved one.

He Dong did not pay attention to the screaming and cheering. He walked to the edge of the ring and looked at the Iron Army lying on the ground.

At this moment, although the Iron Army was lying on the ground with both hands broken and a severe injury to his abdomen, he did not lose consciousness and continued to grit his teeth. When he saw He Dong looking at him, he even tried to stand up stubbornly, but ultimately, he was too weak and fell back down.

"You're pretty good!" He Dong nodded at the Iron Army and said.

To be honest, due to Zhou Fuan, He Dong's initial impression of the Iron Army was not good. However, during the fight, although the Iron Army's attacks were fierce, his techniques were all straightforward and fair, without any dirty tricks.

Moreover, He Dong could feel that the Iron Army only wanted to defeat him, not to deliberately harm him, as he almost avoided all vital points during his attacks.

This changed He Dong's perception of the Iron Army significantly, and he even developed a slight liking for him. Therefore, in his final blow, He Dong only used three layers of strength; otherwise, the Iron Army would not have just broken his hands.

"You're very strong!" The Iron Army looked at He Dong with a complex expression and said, enduring the pain.

Although defeated by He Dong, the Iron Army was convinced. With his keen eye, he could see that He Dong was definitely a novice in fighting, but his learning ability was astonishing. Of course, he did not know that He Dong had not used his full strength; otherwise, he would not have been so calm.

"The third round, a drinking contest, will take place in the bar, using 67-degree old baijiu. If anyone has any objections, please speak up now!" Chu Qian continued to host the gambling match.

"Miss Chu Qian, I think old baijiu doesn't show much skill. I heard that our military enthusiasts club has a self-made strong liquor called 'Three Cups Down.' I heard that no one has ever finished three cups. Why don't we use this for the third round?" As soon as Chu Qian finished speaking, Zhou Fuan suddenly shouted.

"What? Use Three Cups Down? That's a strong drink!" As soon as Zhou Fuan finished speaking, everyone started discussing again.

The name 'Three Cups Down' might sound ordinary, but the drink was truly formidable. No one knew who had concocted it, but after alcohol testing, it was only 62 degrees, yet it was incredibly potent. Currently, no one had even managed to finish two cups, let alone three.

"As long as they have no problem, I have no problem!" Chu Qian immediately sought the opinions of He Dong and the others, and He Dong responded indifferently.

"Bro, that Three Cups Down...!" Wang Xuewu was very familiar with Three Cups Down. He had once tried it and was knocked out after one cup. So he wanted to persuade He Dong, but then he suddenly remembered that everything He Dong had done from the beginning seemed well-planned, which made him close his mouth.

"Don't worry, I have a plan!" Seeing Wang Xuewu's concern, He Dong immediately patted him, giving him a reassurance.

As for He Xi, he didn't need any reassurance. He Xi already admired He Dong greatly, and now, in his mind, He Dong was an invincible existence.

The Iron Army was basically crippled by He Dong. Even with He Dong holding back, it would take at least half a year for the Iron Army to recover. So, He Dong and the others thought Zhou Fuan would find someone else to compete in the drinking contest, but to He Dong's surprise, Zhou Fuan decided to take part in the final round himself.

"Hmph, you don't know, Zhou Fuan is alcohol-resistant; he doesn't get drunk no matter how much he drinks!" Zhou Fuan's personal appearance indeed surprised everyone, but Cheng Tianlei secretly smiled with satisfaction.

However, Cheng Tianlei soon realized that even if Zhou Fuan won this round, it would still be one win, one loss, and one draw, which did not achieve his goal of teaching He Dong a lesson. His eyes began to dart around, and his mind was brewing some sinister plot.