Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 936: The All-Rounded Sniper, Meng Jianxin

Kong Shenghui had already realized the problem. Since Gao Mantang was here, it didn’t matter who won or lost—it would be better to have Fang Shichao admit fault and turn a big issue into a small one.

Even if Gao Mantang took Huang Yi away, he wouldn’t do much to him. At worst, Huang Yi would stay for a few days and then be sent back.

But Fang Shichao, having seized this opportunity, wouldn’t let it slip through his fingers. Gao Mantang was a high-ranking military figure, and if he lost in Fang Shichao’s plan, it would be a significant accomplishment.

To Fang Shichao, this was no longer merely about saving Huang Yi.

Xiang Yu observed the two sides as a bystander, feeling a bit uneasy. He worried that the three soldiers might lose, and if they did, the matter would escalate dramatically.

Gao Mantang was a decent man, especially toward Xiang Yu, and Xiang Yu felt that today he needed to step forward.

"Let me join too," Xiang Yu said as he approached Gao Mantang.

When Gao Mantang heard Xiang Yu wanted to participate, he clapped his hands with joy. "Great! Three men plus you. Are you thinking of joining the army?"

Xiang Yu was somewhat touched. Gao Mantang had never seen his skills, yet chose to trust him blindly. In doing so, he unknowingly emphasized his belief in Xiang Yu.

"Let’s talk about joining the army later," Xiang Yu replied with an awkward smile.

"Good! Just fight to your heart’s content today; it doesn’t matter if you win or lose," Gao Mantang said nonchalantly.

Xiang Yu was speechless—Gao Mantang was certainly something else. Didn’t he worry about what might happen if their side actually lost? Did he plan to cheat?

Both sides had now selected their competitors, but Kong Shenghui knew Xiang Yu wasn’t a soldier. Still, he didn’t reveal it. Fang Shichao and his team had to lose this match, or consequences would be severe.

Although Kong Shenghui was unsure of Xiang Yu’s skills, he assumed they must be decent if Gao Mantang had him join.

Fang Shichao had great confidence in his two subordinates. Standing amidst the hundreds of spectators, he swelled with pride and shouted, "Today, our armed police force will formally compete with the military. If we lose..."

Fang Shichao repeated the conditions again, ensuring everyone remembered. If the other side lost but didn’t kneel to apologize, there would be trouble.

It would be a hand-to-hand match. Victory was declared when the opponent admitted defeat or couldn’t get up. No referees; all-out combat was allowed.

The match adopted a lottery system. The first fight was between Zhang Dacheng and one of the armed policemen. Without much talk, the two started grappling.

Zhang Dacheng wasn’t just any soldier; as a battalion commander, he had proven himself with his physical strength and relentless training since his enlistment, garnering recognition and eventual promotion through sheer skill.

His opponent was a top martial artist within the armed police force. Though exceptional among armed policemen, he was no match for Zhang Dacheng.

The match didn’t last ten minutes before the opponent collapsed and couldn’t get up.

During this fight, Zhang Dacheng didn’t hold back, wielding his full strength from the start.

Fang Shichao wasn’t surprised by the result since Zhang Dacheng had faced the weakest member of his team.

The second round was Fang Shichao versus a military competitor.

The reason Fang Shichao proposed this competition format was his unwavering confidence in his skills being unmatched.

He had yet to encounter a worthy adversary in hand-to-hand combat, which fed into his arrogance.

Watching Zhang Dacheng’s fight earlier, he couldn’t help but feel a spark of desire to duel him.

Fang Shichao aimed to take down his opponent as quickly as possible. However, the soldier he faced wasn’t mediocre either. The two battled back and forth for over ten minutes.

In the end, Fang Shichao emerged victorious.

The final match was especially critical—it was the decisive round. Many didn’t know Xiang Yu, nor his skills, leading to a flurry of discussion among the crowd.

Even Gao Mantang was slightly nervous, though outwardly cool and unconcerned. If Xiang Yu lost, it would be humiliating for him.

Of course, it was absolutely out of the question for Gao Mantang to kneel and apologize.

If Xiang Yu won, all was well; but if he lost, Gao Mantang planned to deny the agreement altogether. After all, no one present could force him otherwise.

Not only would he refuse to concede, but he would also insist on taking Huang Yi with him. Deep down, though, Gao Mantang still hoped Xiang Yu would bring him victory.

Fang Shichao didn’t recognize Xiang Yu. When he saw Xiang Yu’s seemingly unimpressive demeanor, he snorted inwardly.

This time, he was determined to witness Gao Mantang’s embarrassment. He didn’t think Gao Mantang would kneel, but having Gao Mantang break his word would suffice, tarnishing the Gao Family’s reputation for arrogance.

Fang Shichao had selected an armed policeman who was a former sniper and one of their greatest talents.

The competitor was not only a sharpshooting master with impeccable reconnaissance skills, but his individual melee combat skills were unparalleled—even Fang Shichao wasn’t his match.

This man’s name was Meng Jianxin. He wasn’t originally an armed policeman but was discovered during training at a police academy by a high-ranking official. After undergoing rigorous "hell training," he became a unique asset.

In ordinary police circles, Meng Jianxin’s name was relatively unknown. But in high-ranking circles, he was considered a legend of sorts.

Having accomplished numerous feats in major cases, Meng Jianxin remained on the front lines. His continued presence stemmed from his exceptional abilities but also his lack of adaptability—he couldn’t navigate the politics of officialdom.

High-ranking officials believed such talent was best suited for grassroots efforts to serve the people.

Sometimes, keeping someone out of promotion was tied to countless seemingly valid reasons, though many were absurd.

Xiang Yu’s opponent was Meng Jianxin. Fang Shichao didn’t know Xiang Yu but had immense confidence in Meng Jianxin. Today’s chance to embarrass Gao Mantang rested entirely on this man.

Around them, the crowd eagerly watched the two competitors at the center. Even Gao Zhitao stood tensely nearby; he too knew Meng Jianxin’s reputation as a prodigy.

"Xiang Yu, be careful. His martial arts are no joke!" Gao Zhitao shouted.

Although he knew Xiang Yu was formidable, he couldn’t imagine anyone surpassing the champion of their armed police unit.

Tie Zhuzi, standing to the side, merely chuckled with disdain. "That clown needs to warn Brother Yu? I’d bet everything Brother Yu will take him down within a minute!"

Over time, Gao Zhitao had come to understand Tie Zhuzi’s personality—a braggart through and through. At such a critical moment, he didn’t bother arguing with Tie Zhuzi.

"You must’ve heard of me," Meng Jianxin said arrogantly as he stood before Xiang Yu.

His lack of promotion stemmed partly from his arrogance. While his capability was undeniable, he viewed those around him with disdain and treated them with contempt.

Fang Shichao was one of the few people he respected, which meant Meng Jianxin followed Fang Shichao’s commands diligently...