The little female soldier who was desperate to find her family became a national hero

Chapter 286: Head Popping

After all, boxing champion Tyson was once a soldier of Japan's ace special forces, and his strength is obvious to all.

Dumbbell also came from the military. Although the two belonged to different military regions, they had intersected due to exercises, competitions, and joint missions.

So Dumbbell is very familiar with Tyson's strength.

However, due to various reasons, they were imprisoned in the Bastille with their respective missions, and in prison they joined different gang forces and became key figures in their respective camps.

Due to the relationship between gangster forces, there is a deep hatred between Dumbbell and boxing champion Tyson.

They had expected to compete in the ring, settle their grudges, and successfully complete their respective tasks.

However, what Dumbbell never expected was that the dwarf "Qin Xinghe", whom he had despised and thought would be beaten to death at the beginning, actually crushed the cervical vertebrae of boxing champion Tyson with one foot, ending the life of his old opponent in the most cruel way - live execution.

This is truly the script of a fifth-rate novel!

At this moment, when Dumbbell, who was still daydreaming, saw the transparent walls around him slowly tightening, he immediately adjusted his mentality.

He knew that if he didn't concentrate, the same tragic fate would be waiting for him.

So he took a deep breath and cautiously took a step towards "Qin Xinghe".

However, just as he took this step and his toes had not yet touched the ground, "Qin Xinghe" on the opposite side suddenly shot up like an arrow.

Qin's speed was beyond everyone's imagination.

"His" figure even left a faint afterimage on the audience's retina.

It seemed like in an instant, two Qin Xinghe appeared in the venue: one was still standing in the same place, while the other had flashed in front of the short and strong dumbbell like a ghost.

All the audience at the scene held their breath and even forgot to scream.

On the entire ring, the only sound was Qin Xinghe's running, as dense as drumbeats, which was transmitted through the microphone and resounded throughout the fighting arena.

“Bang, bang, bang… bang!”

Accompanied by a loud bang on the head, Qin Xinghe, without any trial or fancy moves, simply banged his head directly onto the dumbbell.

The dumbbell didn't react at all and just took the blow.

The entire auditorium fell silent.

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Slapping the head, also known as blasting the chest, is a punishment that originated from folk games. It is often just a joke among children or a harmless punishment for the loser.

However, in this arena where life and death hang on a thread, it is truly jaw-dropping that some people use this as a means of attack.

"Qin Xinghe", a short but strange fellow, turned this seemingly child's play of shooting his head off into a terrifying stunt.

There was dead silence in the fighting arena. The audience held their breath and concentrated. The only sound was the crisp and loud "pa" and "pa" sounds, which echoed in the empty venue like the whispers of death.

With every bullet strike, the audience’s hearts tensed, and their faces gradually distorted, as if they had witnessed the most incredible horror in the world.

Earlier, when the short and strong dumbbell defeated his opponent bloodily, the audience's hearts were mixed with screams and the pleasure of blood.

But now, facing the joke-like attack from "Qin Xinghe", they felt unprecedented fear.

This continuous brain explosion, which seemed to have no end, became the cruelest torture in their hearts.

Every strike is like a heavy hammer hitting a thick cowhide drum. Amplified by the microphone, it shakes everyone's heart until it resonates with their heartbeat.

Although the brain blast performed by "Qin Xinghe" seemed to have little power, it miraculously made the dumbbell lose balance.

Every time the dumbbell tried to adjust his posture and stabilize his body, the ghostly fast impact would follow him like a shadow, leaving him nowhere to escape.

He swayed from side to side and struggled hard, but he was like a tumbler controlled by an invisible hand, which was both ridiculous and pathetic.

Every time his body leaned back, it indicated that a new round of torture was about to come, but he was powerless to resist and could only let the humiliation and fear spread in his heart.

At this moment, the dumbbell became the biggest joke in the world. His dignity and pride were trampled to pieces in the endless bombardment.

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"I can't go on like this, I have to escape from his attack range!" Dumbbell thought to himself, then he gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain of a head bang. Then he turned his body, like a wild beast escaping from hunting, and used his hands and feet without caring about his image, and rushed back a distance in a panic.

He was panting, and after a short rest, he gently touched his head which was in unbearable pain with his trembling hands. Only then did he realize that there was a big bump on his head. He looked up at the big screen in the sky and saw that he looked ridiculous, just like the golden toads that were used to attract wealth at the entrance of hotels.

This humiliating scene made Dumbbell furious.

A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he protected his head with a fake punch. His body sank, and his legs kicked the ground like springs. He rushed towards "Qin Xinghe" like an arrow, vowing to vent all his anger.

Facing the angry dumbbell, "Qin Xinghe" just smiled indifferently.

With a slight wave of his left hand, he easily caught the dumbbell that was swinging towards his chest and abdomen with his iron fist, and with a slap of his right hand, he opened the arm that was protecting his head and face with the dumbbell.

Then, he flipped his wrist and hit the dumbbell's already bruised head again.

"Snapped!!!"

The sound was so clear and loud that the surrounding loudspeakers made sharp explosions.

A bigger bump instantly appeared on the center of Dumbbell's forehead. The pain made him see stars and he almost fainted.

The audience around couldn't help but gasp when they saw this, and they all reached out to touch their foreheads, as if they could feel the pain.

Many people even thought that if this blow hit their heads, they would probably lose their lives.

The dumbbell hurt so much that he almost cried. He reflexively wanted to cover his face with his hands and dodge backwards, but he forgot that his right fist, which was originally punching Qin Xinghe's chest and abdomen, was still tightly grasped by Qin Xinghe's left hand.

Qin Xinghe twisted his hand with force, and the dumbbell seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. He staggered forward a few steps and almost fell.

In a panic, the dumbbell could only use this force to thrust towards Qin Xinghe's arms, hoping to force the opponent back.

He was now somewhat frightened by the beatings. Although the dozen or so blows to the head were not very powerful, each one was extremely loud and full of humiliation.

Especially the last one just now, it made him feel as if a dye shop opened in his head, red, yellow, blue and green passed through his eyeballs in turn, and the scenery in front of him became blurry.

Dumbbell's heart was filled with fear and despair. He didn't know how long he could hold on, but at this critical moment of life and death, he could only try his best, hoping to find a glimmer of hope.

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However, even the most basic movement - crashing into the opponent - has become an impossible luxury for dumbbells at this moment.

Qin Xinghe easily controlled the dumbbell's struggling hands and slowly lifted it up, as if he was dressing a naughty child.

Before the dumbbells could react, his body had been steadily straightened by Qin Xinghe. Then, his hands were suddenly pulled down, and the dumbbells were instantly frozen in place in a standing position.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Two loud crisp noises echoed in the air. Qin Xinghe stretched out both hands, opening the dumbbells to the left and right, and hit the dumbbells on the forehead on both sides.

In an instant, two big lumps bulged up again. Compared with the previous one that looked like the Golden Horned King, the dumbbell at this time and the big lumps on the forehead were connected into one, just like the reappearance of a birthday star.

"Oh my god, this is too cruel, it's just unbearable!"

"Yeah, yeah, this doesn't feel like a competition at all, it feels like beating my son!"

"Stop talking nonsense. How can you beat your son so harshly?"

"Yeah, this is simply child abuse, it's too much!"

"I have always felt that I am not a human being. Compared with Qin Xinghe, I feel that I am as kind as the reincarnation of the Virgin Mary!"

"Yes, you are right, I feel the same way!"

In the stands, those so-called upper-class people burst into a loud discussion.

The bloody scene they had originally expected turned into this slightly funny scene.