pjbooks Chapter 211 Slapping Contest
Chapter 211 Slapping Contest
Chapter 211 Slapping Contest
Ma Jie, who was named, didn't care at all. He had been discriminated against because of his skin color more than once or twice, and he was used to it.
To put it bluntly, this is their traditional skill. The more dissatisfied a person is with life and the more insecure they feel, the more they hope to gain a cheap sense of superiority through this method.
However, his main purpose in coming here was to purge the team of corrupt members, and he didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble. So he smiled at the other person and said, "Buddy, aren't you afraid of attracting the police if you fight in public? I have an idea: let's each slap the other, and whoever can't take it loses, how about it?"
The black security guard was stunned. Wasn't this the slap contest that was all the rage on the internet?
This approach is indeed less likely to cause trouble, and it's simple and straightforward.
According to the standard competition procedure, it is usually a round-robin format, with two players standing on opposite sides of a table and deciding who goes first by flipping a coin or other means, and then taking turns slapping each other.
When attacking, avoid striking vulnerable areas such as the temples, eyes, and ears.
When defending, you cannot dodge, block, or reduce damage by moving your head.
If a player is knocked down and cannot get up within 10 seconds, they lose the match.
It's important to understand that this isn't a scripted entertainment fighting event like WWE; it's a head-to-head battle of strength, and everyone who participates is a hardcore, ruthless individual.
Seeing Ma Jie make such an unusual request, the black security guard's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint in his eye: "Fine, you said it, don't regret it!"
As he spoke, he pulled a 50-cent coin from his pocket. The front of the coin featured John F. Kennedy's portrait, while the back depicted a vulture holding an olive branch and an arrow.
"Come on, let's flip a coin to decide the order. Which side do you choose?"
Seeing his confident demeanor, Ma Jieke chuckled and said, "I choose the one with the most imaginative ideas."
"The president, is it? OK, then I'll choose the vulture."
As soon as he finished speaking, the coin was launched from his thumb and tossed high into the air.
But in reality, the coin was just rising steadily and didn't rotate at all.
This cheating method can be mastered with just a certain amount of practice.
Because the coin doesn't flip, you only need to position the desired side upwards during the operation, and it will remain intact when it lands on the back of your hand.
How could such a petty trick possibly fool Ma Jieke? He's not nearsighted, and he just got [Eagle Eye], which passively increases his visual acuity.
Just as Ma Jie was debating whether to expose him, Jimmy suddenly stood up and accused him, "You cheated! You think we're fools? Let me tell you, my eyes are my ruler, you can't fool me!"
"Jack, don't believe him. He can control the coin toss. No matter how you flip it, you'll lose."
Seeing that Jimmy had seen through his trick, the black security guard simply resorted to being a scoundrel: "Oh, you can't take a joke, you little sissy? If you can't take a joke, come over here and let me punch you. Don't worry, Daddy will treat you very gently."
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"You fucking gay bastard, go poke yourself with a mop head, you bitch!"
Seeing that the two were exchanging endless trash talk, Ma Jieke smiled and said, "OK, OK, I accept this result. Let's start the competition."
"But..." Jimmy wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Ma Jie's eyes.
The situation is obvious. This isn't a professional match. The person who strikes first will definitely have the advantage. Besides, the opponent's arm looks almost as thick as a bucket. If he were to get slapped like that, he would be sent flying on the spot. At the very least, he would get a concussion and wouldn't have the strength to fight back.
However, without the backup of skills, Ma Jie would never have been so aggressive. He glanced at the skill panel and could hardly stop smiling.
【Explosive Shield】: Passively gain a shield that reduces damage taken by 90%. The shield expires after taking damage, causing your next attack to deal double damage. Cooldown: 10 minutes.
To be honest, this skill is practically tailor-made for slapping contests. The 90% damage immunity means that even if Tyson punches you, as long as it doesn't hit a fatal area like your chin or head, you can completely withstand it.
Moreover, the opponent is just an ordinary person. If the opponent's technique is even slightly lacking, it's no different from being scratched by a cat's claws.
The key is that after taking a hit, he immediately lands a critical strike. With Ma Jie's strength, if he doesn't hold back, he can kill someone with a single slap, dealing double damage.
The two men's display quickly attracted many customers to stop and watch. They had only seen match videos online before, and none of them had ever seen a real fight.
"Bro, hands behind your back, body straight." Having successfully gained the initiative, the black security guard, thinking himself very professional, reminded Ma Jie, "Remember, don't move your head, and don't use your hands to block. Tell me when you're ready."
Despite the protection of the [Explosive Shield], Ma Jieke took a deep breath, focused his energy, and firmly planted his stance, saying calmly and confidently, "Come on."
The Black security guard then stretched out his palm, imitating the professional players he had seen online, and waved his arms back and forth to find a landing point.
Upon seeing this, the onlookers instinctively took a step back and whispered among themselves.
"Seriously, bro? I feel like his arm is thicker than my thigh. Wouldn't someone die if they got slapped like that?"
"You're overthinking it. This is a slapping contest, not some amateur boxing match. Didn't you see that the Asian guy on the other side is pretty muscular?"
"Please, no matter how good his physical condition is, he's still Asian. Doesn't he know what racial advantage means?"
"Shh, quiet down, it's starting."
Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the two of them.
After the black security guard finished aiming, his bulging biceps, like small hills, exploded with all his might and slapped at Ma Jack.
*Slap!* The slap landed squarely on his face, eliciting gasps from the crowd.
Jimmy couldn't even bear to watch, so he covered his eyes with his hands a second in advance, peeking through his fingers, and was also ready to call an ambulance.
An absurd scene unfolded: Ma Jie, who had taken the heavy blow, not only did not fall to the ground, but his body also did not sway. To be precise, he remained completely still the entire time, standing motionless in place, as if he had been glued to the ground with superglue.
In contrast, the Black security guard was grimacing and swinging his hand as if he had hit a concrete wall instead of a human face.
At the same time, Ma Jieke felt a mysterious power flowing into his body, and his palms inexplicably began to heat up, as if they were burning with flames.
"You...how come you didn't react at all?" The black security guard looked at him blankly, not believing that this was the resilience of a carbon-based life form.
"A generous gift of crabs, and some fancy kung fu?" someone in the crowd blurted out, after all, Chinese kung fu is as popular in America as Star Wars.
Seeing that Ma Jie was safe and sound, Jimmy's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down, and he happily gave Bubu a high five.
"What kind of reaction do you expect from me?" Ma Jie forced a smile, his sarcasm palpable. "Taking off without gravity? To put it bluntly, my grandma hits harder than you. Now it's my turn. Hands behind your back, straighten up. Straighten up? Are you deaf if I tell you to straighten up?"
He was forced to repeat the other man's lines verbatim, leaving the black security guard with no choice but to pose as if he were about to be beaten.
But the expression on his face looked like his mother had died; all his muscles were clenched together, and he didn't even dare to open his eyes.
"Are you trying to die?" Ma Jieke was furious. "Was I like that just now? Open your eyes and look at me. Don't worry, baby, you won't die."
While speaking, he also placed his palm across his face, pretending to gather strength.
Before the fight even started, the guy was so scared that he couldn't help but turn his head to the side, a completely instinctive reaction of fear.
This once again proves that courage has absolutely nothing to do with physique. Despite his appearance, his mental fortitude is far inferior to Ma Jie's. After all, he's a veteran of underground boxing matches, capable of handling any situation.
It can be held.
This gave Ma Jie something to say: "What do you mean? You hit me, but you won't let me hit you? So black people aren't all that great, are they? Not only are they cowardly, but they also have no character. Stop talking about racial advantages. Any gorilla would be more human than you."
Well, I accidentally started a general attack on everyone, and ended up insulting my own people too.
Most importantly, it also triggered one of the three major keywords: no father, picking cotton, and chimpanzee.
Just saying any one of them could cause the opponent's red temperature to break through their defense.
However, this is how it is on the North American server. When Black people greet each other, they also call each other "nigger." Within their community, this word is similar to "brother," "buddy," or "friend."
But just because we can say it doesn't mean you can. The same words can have completely different meanings when spoken by people of different skin colors.
Although Ma Jieke's words were a bit rough, the principle was sound. I respect the rules of the game, what about you, bro?
Having been subjected to a full-level taunt, the black security guard decided to steel himself and, at the same time, mentally reassured himself:
If I hit you and you don't react, then wouldn't it be the same if you hit me? What kind of nonsense is this? It's just something made up in a movie. Surely no one actually believes it?
Seeing him re-establish his stance on the other side, Ma Jie didn't give him any warning and slapped him hard across the face.
*Smack!* Good heavens, that slap was so loud you could hear it from across the street. Anyone who didn't know better would think someone had a flat tire on their bicycle.
In addition, Ma Jieke has a solid foundation in combat and knows exactly how to exert force correctly. What's most terrifying is that on this basis, there is also a 100% temporary damage amplification.
If you slow down the flow of time, you can see the muscles in the other person's face swing out almost horizontally, stretched to their limit, and then bounce back.
The massive body, weighing at least 200 pounds, defied gravity in an instant, flying diagonally and crashing into a mountain of beer crates not far away, nearly burying the person alive.
The onlookers stood frozen in place, completely dumbfounded, no one daring to believe what they were seeing.
This is human power? I'd believe you if you said you could transform into the Hulk!
At that moment, the black security guard was lying in a mess, his limbs twitching violently, his mouth half-open and his eyes squinting at a 45-degree angle, drool dripping from the corner of his eye.
As far as the eye could see, there were countless golden stars and small birds.
Jack Ma clapped his hands casually, leaving the stunned onlookers behind, and strode into the bar with an air of nonchalance.
Jimmy and Bubu were stunned for a long time before they reacted and followed, looking at each other with no idea what to say.
It was only six o'clock in the evening, and there weren't many customers in the bar. There wasn't much exciting entertainment either; they were just playing authentic West Coast rap music through the speakers.
The lyrics were incredibly vulgar, with lines like "I want a slutty girl with a big ass," "Only fucking can drive me crazy," and "Shoot your dog brain to pieces."
In short, it's all about violence, sex, drugs, and discriminatory language, which is disgusting to listen to, yet it still has a large following.
Just as Ma Jie was about to look for someone, he heard a girl's laughter coming from the corner.
"Jack, that's the person we're looking for." Jimmy quickly pointed out, "Look, the one standing on the sofa, Ton Garcia."
"Great, come over here and say hello."
When we got closer, Tang En was having so much fun that he was completely absorbed in his game. He was wearing a hoodie and jeans that were several sizes too big for his actual size, and a pair of brand new Nike Air Jordans on his feet.
I don't know where he got a shiny gold chain, but he put it around his neck like a dog leash, and it jingled when he moved around.
The hairstyle looked like a mop come to life, braided into thick braids and upside down on the head.
On the sofa opposite him sat two young black girls, who looked like students, but they were dressed like they were charging for services. They had their eyebrows and eyes done up, and they were wearing fishnet stockings and long boots. They also had cigarettes in their hands all the time.
Tang En was completely unaware of the person who had arrived, and exaggeratedly clapped his hands in mid-air, showing off a freestyle rap.
"Yo, Yo... your eyes have already overturned me."
"No need for sweet words or countless routines."
"I am the emperor of the streets, and you are my little Shan..."
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When he finally calmed down, he realized that he had somehow gained a few more "new fans" around him.
Upon closer inspection, however, they weren't fans at all; they were all familiar faces from the camp.
"Jimmy, Boss, Booboo, what brings you here?"
This guy clearly didn't understand the situation and thought they were here to have fun. He immediately invited them, "Please sit down, please sit down. It's such a coincidence to meet you here. Let me introduce you. This is Xiao Shan, the one I mentioned in the lyrics earlier, and this is Nicky."
After saying that, he solemnly walked over to Ma Jieke, put his arm around his shoulder, and said with a smug look, "Weren't you two curious about what my boss looks like? Now he's standing right in front of you. Handsome, right? If he were any more handsome, he'd surpass me."
The two young female fans giggled at his self-proclaimed humor. The one named Nikki was a bit bolder and invited Ma Jack to sit next to her. She snapped her fingers and said, "Waiter, bring three more bottles of beer and glasses. We have a new friend joining the party."
Seeing the other party's enthusiasm, Ma Jie calmly sat down on the sofa and called out to the waiter, "Three bottles aren't enough, bring thirty! I'm treating my friends to a good drink today!"