Spy-x-War Showdown

Yang Yi didn’t know why he blurted out such a cheesy line.

The more serious problem was that even Yang Yi found his own words cheesy, but his hand involuntarily patted Anton’s shoulder.

In fact, Yang Yi just wanted to pat Anton on the shoulder and give him a manly hug, nothing more needed to be said, it was simply to express his sympathy and admiration for him.

Admiration, yes, it was admiration. Although he didn’t know how the person who trained the Black Devil had brainwashed Anton to this extent, a person who maintained absolute loyalty to his motherland was definitely worthy of respect.

So although Yang Yi’s gesture seemed a bit gay, he really only said that sentence and made those moves out of a kind of understanding and sympathy unique to men.

It was just that Anton’s reaction was much more intense than Yang Yi had imagined.

Anton grabbed Yang Yi’s hand and then twisted and turned it. If Yang Yi didn’t perform a counter move, his wrist would have been broken.

It was purely instinctual, as Zhang Yong had trained him well; Yang Yi was extremely familiar with grappling techniques for breaking limbs in combat, and he didn’t need to think whether he was attacking or defending.

As Yang Yi’s body turned to de-load his wrist, his left fist shot towards Anton’s throat.

If Anton’s throat were struck by Yang Yi, he would die.

So Anton reached out with his right hand to grab Yang Yi’s left arm, then his foot kicked towards Yang Yi’s stomach.