<h4>Chapter 1139: Chapter 1139: Xiang Yu Excitedly Throws Away His Crutch</h4>


    Although Xiang Yu had a hint of sneak attack, the crowd just coughed and pretended not to see it.


    They all hoped Xiang Yu could defeat Fang Xiaoming. The people of Holy Mouse Hall were already arrogant, and if they had someone be a candidate, no one would dare provoke them in the future.


    Xiang Yu missed with his first strike and then attacked from top to bottom with his left crook.


    Fang Xiaoming only had a stick, so he could only block with his arm.


    Xiang Yu used a lot of force and hit Fang Xiaoming’s arm hard.


    Fang Xiaoming cried out in pain and retreated backward.


    "How about it, my Dog Beating Stick Technique is not bad, right?" Xiang Yu chuckled.


    Fang Xiaoming gritted his teeth, raised his stick, and charged forward again. He used all his strength to sweep his stick horizontally at Xiang Yu.


    Xiang Yu blocked it in front of him with his left crook but underestimated his opponent’s strength a bit. He only felt pain in his left arm as a strong force mmed into him.


    Xiang Yu used his right crook to brace himself, barely managing to keep from falling.


    Fang Xiaoming sneered and attacked again with force. This time, Xiang Yu was prepared. He stepped back half a step and struck back in the same stance.


    Fang Xiaoming sneered again, thinking since Xiang Yu didn’t block hisst strike, he would see how he managed this time.


    Xiang Yu also sneered internally, using all his strength, and struck at Fang Xiaoming.


    Fang Xiaoming used all his strength to block, determined to show he was stronger than Xiang Yu.


    Xiang Yu’s crook hit Fang Xiaoming’s stick, breaking it instantly, and then struck his chest.


    Fang Xiaoming felt a huge force hit his chest, sending him uncontrobly flying.


    In mid-air, he spewed a mouthful of fresh blood.


    Everyone was shocked. What was happening? They had just started fighting, and there was already blood. Fang Xiaomingnded and slid across the ground a great distance.


    "Well, do you submit?" Xiang Yu said with a beaming smile.


    The surroundings were very quiet, with everyone unable to believe their eyes. Seeing Xiang Yu’s skinny figure, how could he possess such power?


    The most shocked was Leng Chan, looking at Fang Xiaoming on the ground, her mind couldn’t keep up.


    "Hall Master, this..." Leng Chan looked down at Poison Rose but stopped when she saw the same expression on Poison Rose’s face.


    "Good!" Tie Zhuzi’s loud shout broke the silence, and this exmation snapped Jin Guozhong back to reality.


    He also started pping and cheering. Having held this position for a long time, he had cultivated a demeanor unshaken by fortune or misfortune.


    But today was so thrilling that his heart was greatly encouraged, so he couldn’t help but start cheering.


    The people around also came to their senses and began to p.


    They finally believed the fight from ten days ago was real.


    Even Hong Jinbao stood up; such power wasn’t something ordinary people could have, indeed a natural-born strength.


    At this time, the person with the worst expression was Sky Thief Rat, the Hall Master of Holy Mouse Hall, who almost stood up from his wheelchair.


    He originally thought Fang Xiaoming could easily defeat Xiang Yu and take the opportunity to kill him to avenge his broken leg, but now it seemed uncertain.


    Lying on the ground, Fang Xiaoming gritted his teeth; he never expected Xiang Yu’s tremendous strength.


    He barely climbed up to see his wooden stick broken into two pieces and simply threw it to the ground.


    "I underestimated you," Fang Xiaoming said seriously, looking at Xiang Yu.


    He was already injured, probably with at least two broken ribs, but he wouldn’t give up; he wanted to tear Xiang Yu to pieces.


    "It’s still time to admit defeat, otherwise you might not have a lifeter," Xiang Yu said confidently, looking up.


    Seeing Fang Xiaoming stand up again, the crowd became excited, having missed the first part and now eager to see just how powerful Xiang Yu was.


    Fang Xiaoming puffed out his chest, clenching his fists in an attacking stance.


    But then something baffling happened. Xiang Yu threw his crooks aside and clenched his fists with both hands.


    "What’s going on?" Jin Guozhong anxiously asked Yuan Huai.


    They all knew Xiang Yu was injured in the leg, and it was severe. Everyone was present that day when Xiang Yu’s major artery was pierced, blood spurting out.


    Yuan Huai was also anxious, stepping forward and saying, "Xiang Yu, don’t be overconfident. Your leg hasn’t healed yet."


    Several Hall Masters stood up; being in high positions, they knew Xiang Yu’s situation. Now that Xiang Yu had thrown aside both crutches, he was courting death.


    Leng Chan saw Xiang Yu serious for the first time, her view of him slightly changing. It seemed his previous yful demeanor was just an act.


    A deafening apuse erupted again. They were merely inspired by Xiang Yu’s spirit, not considering the win or loss.


    Sitting up front, Hong Jinbao couldn’t help but stand up, his sparked hope seemingly extinguished.


    "Haha, good, Xiang Yu, I admire your style so much. You’re simply a role model for the young." Sky Thief Rat cheered excitedly from his seat.


    Fang Xiaoming was also pleased. Although his chest hurt, such pain was nothing to him, as long as he held on, the candidate position would be his.


    To sit in that position, he could endure any pain.


    "Good, good, good, I greatly admire you, Xiang Yu," Fang Xiaoming said.


    Xiang Yu stood with his hands behind his back, head raised with a confident smile, appearing fully prepared.


    Among these people, only Tie Zhuzi and Xiaoxuan believed him; others were skeptical.


    "He’s just a pure fool," Leng Chan remarked from the side.


    No one would object if Xiang Yu kept his crooks. If he hit Fang Xiaoming with one again, it would decide the battle, but now it was uncertain...


    "You sure you don’t need them?" Fang Xiaoming walked around Xiang Yu tentatively, kicking the crutch to the side far away.


    Even if Xiang Yu wanted to use it now, he couldn’t get to it. Fang Xiaoming suddenlyughed.


    "Xiang Yu, oh Xiang Yu, what should I call you? You think you’re a hero, but in my eyes, you’re just a fool, a in fool," Fang Xiaoming finishedughing.


    Theughter was loud, echoing throughout the basketball court.


    The people of Holy Mouse Hall alsoughed merrily. They didn’t care about anything else; as long as they could win, any means would do.


    "I regret it," Xiang Yu’s confident face suddenly turned a bit tense, and he limped over toward his crutch.


    Seeing Xiang Yu’s actions, Fang Xiaoming felt even better and went to the crutch, kicking it to the Sky Thief Rat’s feet.


    The Sky Thief Rat picked it up, looked it over, and said, "This thing will be just right for me in the future."