The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 190

Chapter 190: Chapter 190

No one would believe that Shen Jingwei, this youngster, could outrun the Northeast Tiger.

"Ready!"

Both competitors tensed their bodies simultaneously, their leg muscles rapidly gathering strength, each inch of muscle brimming with explosive power. Gao Meng caught a glance of Shen Jingwei out of the corner of his eye, mixed with unresolved emotions.

"Run!"

Both individuals shot out like arrows from a bowstring, leaving behind a cloud of dust from the huge impact, and onlookers saw that where they kicked off formed two pits the size of wash basins. Everyone marveled, and the couple dozen Reconnaissance Soldiers from the Beiping military district who witnessed it were astonished, wondering when such a formidable figure had emerged amongst them.

Gao Meng’s massive stature gave him an advantage at the starting line. His formidable momentum helped him lead Shen Jingwei by nearly one meter, an almost insurmountable lead among experts. Experienced competitors pitied Jingwei; while for others there might still be a chance to catch up, for Gao Meng, this distance was practically impossible to close.

However, something eye-opening happened. Over the course of this 100-meter race, Shen Jingwei gradually caught up with Gao Meng and by the 100-meter mark, had almost pulled even. The first obstacle was a two-meter high barrier, which was a breeze for both of them. The two figures flashed through the air, effortlessly leaping over and landing in a low crouch, using the inertia from the landing to accelerate again. This point, which should have broken their rhythm, instead became a spot to regain speed, truly showing their expertise.

The next obstacle was a five-meter high entanglement net made of thirty-six strands of nylon cotton rope, hanging in front of them. Shen Jingwei took the lead, being the first to climb onto the net. It was only then that Gao Meng knew he had underestimated his opponent. For a five-meter net, he needed at most six seconds, but this guy only needed half the time.

Three seconds, three big steps, a somersault, and a leap over.

Steadily landing, Shen Jingwei did not immediately continue forward. Instead, he saw the shaking net behind him, on which hung a huge but decidedly agile figure quietly watching him.

Gao Meng’s expression was calm as he slowly descended from the net in mid-air. Reluctant as he was to admit it, he had truly lost, and there was nothing more to say.

The venue fell silent, filled with the aroma of the cooks’ stir-frying, as someone had guessed based on the smell that there would be braised pork for dinner tonight. But now, no one felt like eating, their iconic figure from the Northeast Army having been utterly defeated.

A towering figure approached Shen Jingwei, creating a striking contrast between the tall and the short.

"I want to have a fight with you."

"Okay."

Shen Jingwei did not refuse, and slowly stepped back. In the army, true men don’t shy away from a challenge.

"How many times have I said to keep a low profile, this kid, he drives me crazy!"

Gu Canghai’s fiercely angry expression looked rather terrifying, but everyone knew he was just trying to provoke Jiang Laopao on purpose—he didn’t see Jiang Laopao’s face almost frost over.

Shen Jingwei casually shrugged. Seeing his posture, Gao Meng understood that he was waiting for him to make the first move. Putting away his initial underestimation, he began to take it seriously.

People around the field noticed the two approaching each other again, probably about to start a fight, and couldn’t help but worry for Shen Jingwei. Although Jingwei had an advantage in the obstacle race due to his smaller stature, when it came to fighting, who could defeat Gao Meng?

Gao Meng’s slightly loose camouflage uniform began to stretch, bulging due to his muscles. At a glance, his entire body seemed to grow larger, and Shen Jingwei’s small, outstretched hand in front of him appeared even more insignificant and powerless.

"Baji Fist?"

"Mm. I’ve trained a bit."

Ye Tian had also practiced Baji Fist, but only learned a move or two from others. He once talked to Shen Jingwei about Baji Fist, mentioning that the technique demands a lot from the practitioner’s physique; it’s best if the person is tall and strong. The first nature of this Fist is formidable. Without a domineering body, one cannot withstand the technique’s wear and tear, and a person with a weak physique might even suffer internal injuries.

"Uncle, what should I do if I encounter this Fist?"

"There are two ways. One is to withstand it directly. Have you ever heard that overwhelming force can conquer any technique? In front of absolute power, all skills become ineffective. But given your puny arms and legs, forget it."

"And the second way?"

"If strength can’t be used, there’s no Fist to talk about. You just need to be faster."

"Ha!" A punch was thrown, coming head-on, and although it was still a meter away from the face, the force of the punch was already overwhelming. Gao Meng was using his full strength.

Suddenly, the crowd gasped.

Shen Jingwei’s body vanished like a ghostly bird, only to reappear beside Gao Meng. The latter’s right fist was now unable to retract, and his underarm was completely exposed.

How could he be so fast!

Before Gao Meng could react, everyone saw him suddenly fall to the ground, unable to get up.

An attack on the underarm is often fatal, as the ribcage below protects vital organs like the heart and lungs, with the spleen just beneath. Any heavy blow to these organs often results in severe internal injuries.

Gao Meng lay on the ground, eyes wide open, the previous dizziness slowly fading. It took a while before he regained consciousness, feeling fortunate that it was not a punch to his left underarm, which could have led_stdout_exceptions