Chapter 649

Chapter 649: "Yuri’s" Challenge

“Hey! Kid, what’s with your attitude? Is it too much to ask for a word?”

Lin Mo shifted his gaze and saw a nearly two-meter tall bald Black man glaring at his bodyguard captain, “Yasha.” Beside him stood a slender young man with a cheerful smile, greeting Lin Mo.

This was a pilot from the neighboring hangar who arrived earlier than Lin Mo and was also part of the government army.

Everyone spoke in English, the universal language, and there was hardly anyone without a degree above the undergraduate level among the pilots, bodyguards, and engineers, including “Demon Hunter.”

“Hello!”

Lin Mo completely ignored the confrontation between “Yasha” and the other bodyguard leader, the tension in the air between the two thugs felt like it could spark at any moment.

“I’m ‘Yuri’ from Australia, mid-tier level five.”

The other man had light golden hair, a lazy look in his eyes, and a lightly smiling demeanor, perfectly fitting the image of a charming neighbor.

“I’m from China! Just last week, um, novice tier level eight.”

Lin Mo was not one to say much.

After sharing their code names, nationalities, and competition qualifications, both parties felt they knew each other better and moved beyond the superficial acquaintance of mere nodding.

“Level eight pilot, huh! You’ll soon reach mid-tier level six. I’m really looking forward to it. It seems you had a smooth battle today, returning in under fifteen minutes.”

“I encountered beginners both times; it felt pretty boring! If I keep fighting opponents like these, I might as well go home.”

Dealing with beginners indeed bored Lin Mo. He felt that using a sharp knife to chop meat only resulted in him slicing Little Chicken to bits. The two engineers from the National Defense Star planned to paint a pentagram star on Lin Mo’s fighter jet but he stopped them, finding no sense of accomplishment in bullying an opponent with no fighting capability.

“Oh?! Don’t worry; you’ll meet tough opponents soon. You’re quite lucky to encounter two beginners in a row. When I was in the novice tier, I faced nothing but very skilled old birds, even an ace who nearly took me down.”

In the pilot’s slang, “bird” referred to pilots, “beginner” indicated ordinary amateurs, “old bird” usually described those with rich combat experience, while an “ace” represented a fighter ace.

This guy managed to take down an ace? It was hard to tell at first glance.

Lin Mo couldn’t help but glance more closely at him.

Only an ace could take down another ace, without exception.

In a world where fighter aces were of a higher caliber than Dragon Knights from another dimension, who were all seasoned veterans with immense experience, it was simply impossible for newbies to succeed against them.

“Shall we find some time to spar?”

“Yuri” was also interested in Lin Mo.

“That’s a great idea; I’m free this afternoon!” With nothing else to do, Lin Mo readily agreed to “Yuri’s” proposal.

“Awesome! It’s settled then; no crying when you lose,” “Yuri” said with a bright smile, radiating a star-like charm, effectively proving the saying that pilots are all good-looking.

“Hehe…”

Lin Mo chuckled. A guy who could take down an ace surely had the qualifications to be his opponent, making this trip worthwhile.

If the standards of the current participants in “Abyss Nirvana” were that low, Lin Mo would certainly express contempt.

While the two pilots were conversing, “Yuri’s” Black bodyguard and “Yasha” from Lin Mo’s side faced off with palpable hostility.

“Bastard! What are you staring at? Do you want to fight?”

The bulky, muscular bald Black man glared defiantly at “Yasha.” As “Yuri’s” dedicated bodyguard, Malcolm Ali felt it was necessary to teach this neighbor a lesson.

“Being black is impressive, huh? Who’s afraid of whom?”

Like the "Night" unit where Lin Mo was, the "Yasha" unit was never a place full of righteousness and morals.

Only the strongest fists mattered, and this truth has remained unchanged for centuries.

“Then let’s go!”

The bald Black man’s fiery temper flared up as he drew back his fist and swung it with force towards "Yasha’s" head.

“Yasha” didn’t back down and effortlessly deflected Malcolm Ali’s punch, quickly launching a kick that struck Malcolm Ali right in the knee.

Ali howled in pain as he felt the impact. The guy hadn’t even shifted his gaze but still managed to land a kick, sending his body involuntarily leaning forward, only to be met with a fierce strike to his temple, causing his bulky body to fly backward.

With a swift elbow strike retracted, “Yasha” sneered, “So you think being big is impressive? I can take you down just the same.”

The elite internal security troops protecting the nation’s leaders underwent the most traditional and top-notch martial arts training in the country, mastering styles like Xingyi, Bagua, and Tai Chi. The combined techniques of various martial arts brought down the bald Black man in one move.

Dizzy and feeling like his head might explode, Malcolm Ali struggled through a wave of sudden nausea and shouted, “You bastard! I’m going to kill you.”

This guy was truly as tough as a cow. “Yasha” hadn’t anticipated his endurance. He expected Ali to be knocked out cold on the ground, frothing at the mouth with rolled-back eyes, yet here he was getting up and cursing.

“Ali! Ali! Are you okay?”

“How dare you hit our boss, bastard! You’re dead!”

“Brothers, grab your weapons and beat him up!”

Hearing their leader’s furious shout, the bodyguard team from the neighboring hangar rushed out to see what was happening, only to find their captain, Malcolm Ali, had just been thrown to the ground by a small Asian man.

This stirred the hornet’s nest. With their boss knocked down, they felt embarrassed.

Every single one of them, strong and muscular, charged towards “Yasha” without hesitation, planning to take revenge on this Chinese soldier for their fallen leader.

“Hey! A brawl? Great, just what I needed! Brothers, let’s go!”

As the second-in-command of “Demon Hunter,” “Asura” noticed the enraged neighbors charging toward them and swung his fist, shouting loudly.

The members of “Demon Hunter,” scattered across various corners, didn’t hesitate to drop what they were doing and rushed over in silence.

During this remote mission, the “Demon Hunter” team had become somewhat slack; they had no intention of giving in to these Black guys.

A massive brawl erupted.

Meanwhile, Lin Mo and the neighboring “Yuri” reached a friendly agreement for their afternoon duel.

It was just a friendly, non-lethal spar, but their security personnel were caught up in a fierce and savage fistfight.

Fortunately, this was in Syria; as long as national interests were not harmed, nothing that happened would result in a written apology or confinement.

“Okay, ‘Yasha’, let’s head back! This afternoon, I’m having a friendly match with Mr. Yuri.”

“Ali, get ready; it’s time to work, stop playing.”

The two pilots paid no attention to the chaotic brawl unfolding behind them.

“Oh, sure, boss! This yellow-skinned monkey is too arrogant; let me deal with him first—ow! I got hit again!”

Malcolm Ali shouted as he was knocked down once more.

“Let’s go, ‘Yasha’!”

Lin Mo showed no interest in getting involved in this boys’ brawl. He could easily flatten the entire “Demon Hunter” team by himself, not caring about such a low-level street fight.

“Yes, sir!”

Having received a punch to his jaw, "Yasha" took the opportunity to send the bald Black man tumbling to the ground once again and turned to leave.

It was just a fight. Though each blow connected, both sides wielded very skilled combat techniques, controlling the intensity of their strikes; no one went for a kill, and the injuries sustained were merely superficial with hardly any serious harm.

If things escalated into a life-and-death fight, there would be no point in jumping in, as it would just lead to endless fights over there, ultimately benefiting someone else.

The two pilots walked back, causing the chaotic fight to automatically disperse, each side glaring at the other with bruised faces.

Overall, the “Demon Hunter” team came out ahead, taking fewer injuries compared to their opponents.

Just fighting didn’t showcase the true standards of “Demon Hunter” warriors. If it turned into a life-and-death struggle, Yuri’s bodyguards would likely be lying on the ground in less than twenty seconds.

At 2 PM, Lin Mo’s X-1 rolled onto the runway.

It wasn’t alone; behind it, another fighter jet followed closely at a distance of fifty meters.

The organizers of “Abyss Nirvana” readily approved the internal duel between Lin Mo and “Yuri” and even sponsored each participant with 10 points, equivalent to a ton of fuel.

The organizers welcomed internal challenges as it meant an additional opportunity for bets, so why not seize the chance to profit?

The X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet took off first, benefiting tremendously from its aerodynamic layout.

Without any cheating or special aids, the X-1 could almost be directly used as a carrier-based aircraft, and the “monstrous” aircraft still at the National Defense Star, capable of vertical takeoff and landing, made for a perfect match.

“Number 13, what’s your cannon hit rate?”

“Yuri’s” fighter jet had to taxi for about 200 meters longer than the X-1 before lifting its nose and taking off.

“Eighty percent, and you?”

Lin Mo casually gave a number, knowing his actual hit rate was even higher.

“That high? How is that possible?”

“Yuri” hesitated. In aerial combat, hitting five out of ten was already impressive; how could it be eighty percent?