Cultivating through increasing my stats in America-Chapter 37 - A Nice Sound Makes a Good Start
Chapter 37: Chapter 37: A Nice Sound Makes a Good Start
Chapter 37: Chapter 37: A Nice Sound Makes a Good Start
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The two of them stripped right at the doorway, leaving nothing on but their underwear.
Quite an absurd action, but considering the state of the two men and the fact that they were in Florida, it seemed reasonable.
“Believe me, tonight is going to be a night to remember,”
the slightly thinner Xiao Hei in front said while taking a step forward, intending to step over a chair on the ground.
“Bang!”
Li Ang, standing to the side, swung with all his might, hitting him squarely in the head.
As for the outcome, Li Ang had no time to see it; he just knew the metal baseball bat in his hand was now bent.
In reality, Li Ang’s upper body strength wasn’t all that powerful, barely reaching the standard level for an adult.
The explosive effect of the strike was all thanks to technique.
The power-generating technique of Tongbei Quan treats one’s own arm as if it were a whip.
Such a technique can significantly amplify the strength at the extremity.
Therefore, even though Li Ang hadn’t practiced using weapons, his [Master] level mastery of Tongbei Quan still allowed him to quickly grasp how to maximize its impact.
Seeing the Xiao Hei in front collapsing to the ground without a peep, his sleep more peaceful than that of an infant.
The blood slowly oozing out was quite conspicuous under the moonlight.
The slightly beefier Xiao Hei behind stood dumbfounded for a second before turning and running for it.
Li Ang didn’t hesitate, grabbing the bent baseball bat and chasing after him.
He had held back before because the situation was unclear and he wanted to play it safe, but now, with only underwear on, Li Ang could hardly restrain himself anymore.
As for the one lying on the ground, if he hadn’t practiced Iron Head Skill, then even if he didn’t die, he was probably looking at quadriplegia.
All the way down to the first floor, Li Ang trailed Xiao Hei by just a few meters.
Xiao Hei reached the window they had entered through earlier, took a leap, attempting to scramble through, but a trip over the windowsill caused him to stagger upon landing, allowing Li Ang to close the distance.
Li Ang elegantly side-flipped over the windowsill, now just three meters from the floating underwear ahead of him.
It must be said that human potential is endless. The Xiao Hei in front ran like mad across the lawn, as if returned to his days of running in the savannah.
For a moment, Li Ang felt the gap between them widening.
“No good, at this rate, he’ll be out of the yard before I catch up, and then I might not have the right to unlimited self-defense anymore.”
Li Ang had only a vague understanding of the local laws, but he roughly knew that his rights in his own home and on the public streets were likely two different things.
With no other choice, Li Ang lifted the bent baseball bat and threw it with all his might toward what lay ahead.
He didn’t aim for the head, because it was too dark, the target was small, and being black, it was almost invisible, so the chances of hitting it were slim.
Aiming directly at the legs was the easiest; he just needed to aim below that pair of underwear.
“Thump!”
“Ah!”
The baseball bat Li Ang threw struck Xiao Hei right at the joint where the thigh and calf connect. He let out a scream, then lost balance and tumbled onto the grass.
He quickly got up from the grass, but this time, he didn’t run out of the garden. Instead, he turned around and faced Li Ang.
“Wait, wait, why keep after me? Let me go, and I promise I’ll never show up here again. I can even give you money, just let me go.”
“You’re not getting away today.”
Li Ang’s tone was cold; he figured it was probably not possible to kill him with bare hands, but crippling him was no problem.
Seeing that Li Ang had no intention of negotiating, Xiao Hei lost his escape route and could only fight it out with him.
He had been too focused on running away just now to take a closer look, but now that Xiao Hei had regained his senses, he realized that this yellow-skinned Asian didn’t seem so terrifying after all.
He seemed quite a bit shorter than himself and was fairly slender, looking like a high school student, which gave him a surge of confidence.
He decided to teach the kid a lesson and then make haste to leave, as the police would probably be arriving soon.
As for Liz inside the house, he wouldn’t care about her anymore; it would be best if she died there, so she couldn’t divulge any information about him.
He twisted his neck and assumed a boxing stance.
He certainly didn’t understand boxing; he was just imitating what he had seen on television, but coupled with his tall physique, it had always been effective in past street fights.
“Yellow-skinned monkey, you’re asking for it.”
However, Li Ang showed no sign of cowardice, nor did he waste time talking; he stepped forward quickly and threw a whip hand strike at his neck.
He had to be extremely focused to see the position of the man in the dull-colored skin under the moonlight.
Xiao Hei hadn’t expected Li Ang’s speed to be so fast; he only had time to try to block instinctively with his arm.
But the characteristic of a whip hand is its agility; even though Li Ang’s wrist was blocked by Xiao Hei’s arm, his palm could still bend like a real whip, striking his neck.
Xiao Hei hadn’t been too concerned about this yellow man’s palm; in his view, a slap could never be as powerful as a punch.
But when he actually took the hit, he realized how grossly mistaken he was.
The arm that made first contact was actually not too bad; it felt roughly like being hit by a wooden stick.
But his neck reminded him of the time, several years earlier, when he had crashed into a tree while riding a motorcycle without a helmet.
That accident had left him bedridden for a whole year.
And now, he tasted a sweet, metallic flavor in his throat, and due to the lack of blood supply, his brain entered a confused state.
“Fucking cheap shot!”
That was the last thought in his mind.
Naturally, Li Ang did not stop his attack after one successful hit; using his opponent’s stiff state to barrage him with a fierce combo was the right move.
He figured that as long as the other guy hadn’t fallen to the ground, it wouldn’t be a problem to keep attacking fiercely, since he hadn’t fully neutralized his ability to retaliate.
Li Ang’s left hand followed through with a powerful slap on his right ear.
He had practiced this move for a long time, thinking it might come in handy if he ever entered a slapping contest.
As expected, his right eardrum was likely ruptured.
Meanwhile, in an incredibly short span of time, as Xiao Hei just began to lean and fall, Li Ang’s right leg powered up.
A whip kick struck his waist, momentarily countering his fall.
Retracting his leg, then a football kick aimed straight for his groin.
This kick finally brought back the sense of pain to the already dazed Xiao Hei.
A hoarse roar came from his throat, and then, clutching his groin, he painfully knelt down.
Unfortunately for him, Li Ang’s assault wasn’t over; another frontal knee strike finally had him sprawling face up, peacefully lying on the lawn.
