Chapter 11: 1:10 Odds

The betting had opened and the soldiers on-site were excited again.

When someone foolishly courted death, nobody disliked it.

Everyone believed Song Heping wouldn't withstand Andre's punch, so they all bet on Song Heping to lose.

Old Demon asked Song Heping in a low voice, "Are you really going to fight? Look at his fists—I doubt you can take even one punch! Don't throw your life away here!"

Song Heping flexed his joints and countered Old Demon, "Do you still have the remaining six hundred US dollars on you?"

Old Demon nodded, startled, "Of course, I have it. I would never leave the money in the store."

Then his eyes widened, "Are you seriously going to fight?"

Song Heping said, "Ask your cousin if he can lend you an extra four hundred to make it a thousand, then bet on me to win."

Old Demon cursed, "Fuck, are you serious? What are your chances?"

He knew Song Heping had some training, but how could any amount of training enable him to defeat Andre the giant?

The two were not even in the same weight class; how could they fight?

Song Heping said, "Fifty-fifty."

Old Demon almost cursed again, "Fifty-fifty?! You're willing to risk everything on those odds? Man, you are insane!"

Song Heping started doing the math, "It's 10 to 1 odds. A thousand US dollars. If I win, that's ten thousand. We split it. You won't need to borrow money for a plane ticket, and I can temporarily cover my siblings' living expenses."

"Ah..."

Old Demon sighed deeply.

He knew he couldn't stop him.

Song Heping could disregard anything, but he cared most about his brother and sister.

Old Demon sighed and said, "Alright, I'll go crazy with you, seeing as things have come to this. Worst comes to worst, I'll ask my family to send money for a plane ticket."

After speaking, he really went to ask his cousin Donald for money.

Song Heping took off his coat to get ready for the stage, and Thomas stopped him, "Song, I only introduced you to a job. You don't have to gamble with your life."

Song Heping smiled and responded, "It's okay, if things don't work out, I'll make my own escape. I won't throw my life away."

He added, "I said my name is SONG, not SANG!"

Thomas mulled it over seriously and finally still called out, "Song!"

"FK!"

Song Heping was completely speechless and headed straight to the ring.

Andre had been waiting in the ring already.

He really couldn't understand what courage had led Song Heping to dare to step into the ring with him.

He'd been here for three months and had never lost on this ring.

Fighting wasn't about the money for Andre; he enjoyed beating up these American soldiers, as he naturally disliked Americans.

As a Da Maozi, even though he was earning US dollars now, it didn't stop his disdain for these guys.

"Kid, I don't want to kill you, at least you don't annoy me."

"So, should I thank you?"

Song Heping gave a slight smile as his gaze swept over Andre.

Before making a move, one must always observe carefully if there's a chance, just like a scout wanting to breach a stronghold must first carry out a recon to find any gaps in the fortress's defenses.

The same is true for tactics and individual soldiers.

"I have a question." Song Heping asked Donald who was below the stage, "What are the rules here?"

Donald spread his hands, "No rules, this is not an Olympic venue, why, are you scared?"

Song Heping asked, "You mean, I just need to knock him down?"

Donald and the people beside him all burst into laughter, he kept nodding, "Yes, as long as you have the skill."

Hearing that there were no rules, Song Heping relaxed.

If it were boxing rules, he really wasn't sure he could win, but with no limits and no rules, there was still a chance of victory.

He had already figured out Andre's situation.

Unfortunately, this guy didn't have many weaknesses.

Typically, muscly guys have very developed muscles, which is good for resistance to hits and strength, but their usual weakness is their lower body or lack of flexibility.

After seeing Andre's legs, Song Heping was somewhat disappointed.

The opponent's lower body didn't seem weak, there weren't any weaknesses to attack there.

He had to look for other weaknesses then.

Song Heping had received professional training in this area; military combat skills around the world had long studied human vulnerabilities thoroughly.

As long as it was a human, even Tyson had these weaknesses, unless he wasn't human.

Andre's muscles were too developed, as if he was wearing a muscle armor suit all over his body, such muscular men usually lack flexibility, other than that, they were almost invincible. Even if he wanted to use ground techniques to drag him into a grapple, he probably couldn't lock this guy down.

If what Donald had said earlier wasn't an exaggeration, a guy who could push 300KG was absolutely not someone he could hold down with joint techniques...

So, how to knock him down?

Song Heping's gaze landed on the opponent's head.

The head.

Yes.

No matter how formidable, the head and neck were relatively fragile.

At this moment, a US Army soldier came up to serve as the referee.

Song Heping and Andre both put on thin boxing gloves, and the referee brought the two to the center of the ring, asked for Song Heping's name, then asked if both sides were ready.

Both men gave affirmative responses.

The referee added, "The rule here is that there are no rules, but it's best not to kill anyone. Of course, neither of you belong to our military, so if someone actually dies, it's not our concern, understand what I'm saying?"

Song Heping felt that he was announcing a disclaimer rather than any rules.

The two quickly nodded, indicating they understood clearly.

Apart from Old Demon, everyone else beneath the ring believed Andre had it in the bag.

Old Demon really went to Donald to borrow $400, plus his own $600, betting a total of one thousand US dollars on Song Heping.

While placing the bet, Lars looked at him and laughed, thinking the word "fool" was carved on Old Demon's head.

The whistle blew, the referee stepped back, and the fight began.

Andre smiled playfully at Song Heping, spreading his hands, puffing his chest, and making a provocative gesture, but he didn't initiate an attack.

He didn't want to win too easily as it would be too boring.

Like a cat and mouse, under the suppression of bloodline, no matter how the mouse resisted, it was futile, but the cat would still toy around before killing the mouse.

He saw Song Heping as a mouse that had voluntarily come to him.

The atmosphere below the ring was also very relaxed.

Everyone was pointing and discussing laughingly, holding beer bottles, all assuming Song Heping would definitely be crushed, debating only over how many punches he could endure.

Andre hadn't finished feeling smug when suddenly, a blur appeared before his eyes, and Song Heping's figure became indistinct.

Then, he felt a severe pain in his jaw, a massive force sent his vision darkening, and soon he lost his sight, and after that, he knew nothing else.

"Oh! My God!"

The audience, who had been eagerly anticipating a cat-mouse game, exclaimed in unison in astonishment, collectively dumbfounded.