The dragon flew back and forth in mid-air, speeding up to the extre.
Several tis, it wanted to rush up and tear that young man to shreds.
But the young man appeared very calm.
He stood on the wall, holding a sword in his hand, grinning as he watched it.
—— The half-bodied dwarf was hanging next to him, carried by a bronze hand.
Can I make a move?
No.
"Give back my body! I swear I won’t interfere with this matter anymore."
The dragon scread shrilly.
"Oh? Weren’t you just wishing dead?" Wu Xiaode asked.
Wu Xiaode’s gaze flashed, landing on a long-haired man not far away.
The long-haired man, full of disdain, shook his head and said, "If you’re going to strike, you should use your Na Skill, not just show off. Now you’ve gotten yourself crippled, haven’t you?"
The dragon suddenly fell, kneeling beside the long-haired man, pleading, "Blood Hand! Save ! You know I’ve always been by your side, please save this ti!"
The long-haired man didn’t look at it, but turned to Wu Xiaode and said, "Give his body."
"Why should I?" asked Wu Xiaode.
"Frankly, if he hadn’t been so careless, you would never have been able to cope with his Na Skill," the long-haired man said.
"Yes," Wu Xiaode admitted.
"And there is another very important point—I am about to beco the City Lord of Holy City. Under the scrutiny of the law, I did not participate in this fight, or else you would be dead by now."
The long-haired man said.
Wu Xiaode nodded in agreent, "With you at level 45 and him at level 39 coming at , a level 21 professional, I really had no way out."
"Give up resisting, your strength is not bad. Co work for ; there’s a place for you in Holy City," the long-haired man said.
Wu Xiaode sighed deeply and said seriously, "I actually didn’t want to fight from the beginning."
"So you were actually seeking peace?" the long-haired man asked.
"I did ask him if we could shake hands and make peace, but he wanted dead," Wu Xiaode said with frustration.
The long-haired man fell silent.
It seed that was the case.
This kid had indeed spoken softly before, but the dwarf, in his rush to kill, had ignored it.
If he truly wished to surrender...
Regardless, first, save the dwarf.
Being defeated by soone without a Na Skill was truly too embarrassing.
Thinking this, the long-haired man opened his mouth and said:
"Negotiations, even now, it’s not too late. I assure you."
Wu Xiaode nodded and said as he looked at the dragon, covered in blades, "We co out to mix, it’s all about peaceful money-making, but from the first ti we t, you started coming at , and you wouldn’t listen to reason."
"Fortunately, today we can finally settle this matter."
"I hope in the future you won’t just think about opposing soone you et; it’s easy to make enemies that way."
The long-haired man agreed, finding his words reasonable, and told the dragon, "Did you hear that? Don’t go making enemies carelessly in the future, we consider this matter settled."
The dragon replied repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I won’t do it again."
Gradually, the tension in the air completely dissipated.
Wu Xiaode smiled, "Good, since we’ve reached a consensus, let’s end this matter here."
"Who doesn’t make mistakes? I’m not one to be overly critical, so, let’s part ways here. Until we et again."
The sword flashed.
The dwarf’s head shot into the air and was imdiately slashed into a mist of blood by a sword shadow, disappearing with the fierce sword’s howl.
All around fell silent.
The crowd stared at the headless short corpse hanging in the bronze hand.
The dwarf was even without a head.
You call this until we et again?
Desperate, the blade-covered dragon scread once, its entire body exploding apart.
Its mighty cluster of blades clattered to the ground, forming a mountain of swords nearly seven or eight ters high in front of the arena.
All the boning knives turned a dull grey color, their edges rolled up and covered in rust, looking completely unusable.
The long-haired man was stunned, as if he could not believe his own eyes, and it took him a while to say,
"He’s dead."
"Yes, he’s dead," Wu Xiaode said.
"Young man, you took things too far," the long-haired man said.
"It was you who wanted to kill first. If I could tolerate that, I really should beco a lawyer," Wu Xiaode replied.
The long-haired man stretched his body and walked step by step onto the arena, settling into a boxing stance where he stood.
"I am Xu Shihu, known as ’Blood Hand.’ Although only at level 45, I have long been without an equal in the many worlds around here," he proclaid.
"Wu Xiaode, co up and face your death," he said slowly.
"I was just about to," Wu Xiaode lightly jumped onto the arena.
Xu Shihu exhaled and said softly, "I told him years ago that his Na Skill was only C-level, inherently not perfect, and that he needed to be careful of being chased and attacked."
"Who knew that after so many years, since he rarely lost and even managed to kill many higher-level masters with his Na Skill, he would beco complacent."
"—But I won’t."
"By the way, my Na Skill is Class B."
"No one in the Holy City can fight ."
Boom!
Infinite firelight radiated from beneath his feet, spreading in every direction.
The Book of the Dead imdiately displayed a line of ice crystal letters:
"Opponent’s Na Skill ’Blood Hand’ is now activated."
"Red Fla Blood Light descends onto the battlefield."
"All beings illuminated by the firelight cannot use powers other than ’boxing’ to fight."
"Each ’block’ or ’hit’ will provide the opponent with multiple tis the fist power."
"You cannot dodge attacks in this battle."
"—This is a Class B Na Skill, surpassing what mortals can imagine."
Wu Xiaode’s expression changed.
A firm conviction suddenly arose in his heart.
Though he held the Chi Xiao Divine Sword, if he tried to use it in battle, it would imdiately slip from his grasp.
Opposite.
Xu Shihu took off his shirt and threw it under the arena.
His upper body, as solid as steel, was revealed, and he resud his boxing stance, slowly saying,
"I have yet to experience your boxing skills. If you aren’t accomplished in this area, you’ll be directly killed by ."
"What if I also know so boxing?" Wu Xiaode asked.
Xu Shihu, with a smile, replied, "That would make my beating you even more enjoyable."
He tiptoed, and like a cheetah, pounced toward Wu Xiaode.
So fast!
He charged!
Wu Xiaode tossed aside the Chi Xiao Sword, crossed his arms in front of his chest—
In an instant.
The two engaged.
The long-haired man threw a punch straight at Wu Xiaode’s chest, but it was caught by one hand and countered with a punch.
Thud!
A punch hit the long-haired man.
Not dodging?
Right, you cannot dodge attacks in this battle!
What would happen if one dodged?
Wu Xiaode’s eyes swept around him.
He saw the rolling flas on the ground turn into walls, standing before, behind, and around the two of them.
As long as you dodge—
You will be burnt to death by the Fiery Flas!
Wu Xiaode was thinking, but then he saw the opponent’s fist smashing back at him.
A muffled sound.
Wu Xiaode was sent flying.
This punch was completely different from the previous one in terms of power!
Indeed, it can’t be blocked, nor can it hit you, otherwise his power would increase.
How should one fight this battle?
Wu Xiaode wanted to think, but there was no ti to continue.
The long-haired man pursued him closely.
Both unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, engaging in over a dozen dazzling exchanges, and Wu Xiaode was struck flying again.
Boom!
The air even vibrated, creating an invisible ring.
Wu Xiaode was punched into the air and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
The long-haired man flexed his neck, speaking indifferently, "Every punch you take from will double my strength, now every punch has twenty-one tis the power."
"Fighting against is equivalent to forfeiting your life."
He suddenly vanished from the spot.
In the sky above.
Wu Xiaode sensed danger and abruptly spun around to throw a punch.
—Since blocking was not an option, attack!
He countered, his fists moving faster than initiated, and landed them crosswise on the opponent’s chest.
Iron Hand Blocks the River!
Boom—
Xu Shihu was sent tumbling down, crashing onto the platform.
He lay there, laughing resignedly, "Too quick a response, truly beyond ordinary combat ability, and you’ve also spotted my only weakness."
Wu Xiaode descended from the air, wiping the blood from his mouth, "Even if your strength increases, your speed does not change."
"Correct."
Xu Shihu got up from the ground, reset his stance, and said, "But your twenty-so points of Soul Power can’t kill , whereas my boxing with forty-five points of Soul Power has expanded twenty-one tis, with each consecutive punch doubling—aning—"
"If I touch you even once, you’re dead."
Wu Xiaode’s expression was solemn, with a mix of surprise and incredulity in his eyes.
Na Skill is unimaginably strong indeed!
What to do next?
"Sorry, I didn’t allow you ti to think, its actually your ti to die now," said the long-haired man.
His form flashed.
In the blink of an eye, Wu Xiaode saw a hint of glimring light on his boots.
Speed-enhancing gear!
In an instant.
Xu Shihu was already before Wu Xiaode, fist raised high—
All around, the Fiery Flas gathered, swirling around his fist.
"Didn’t expect it, did you? I master an elent Fist Skill," Xu Shihu sneered.
Wu Xiaode had no escape!
With twenty-one tis the power and the might of the Fiery Flas, how could he resist?
There was only one way out—death!
Wu Xiaode’s gaze beca serene, his spirit highly focused.
—Killing Xu Shihu is difficult.
There was only one way.
Not to get hit by him, while hitting him every ti.
Can it be done?
It must be done!
Wu Xiaode held his breath and threw a punch—
At this critical mont between life and death, Xu Shihu suddenly sensed sothing, his face changed, and he imdiately dodged to the side.
Swish!
In the Void, a black long whip flashed by.
The platform was split in half by the whip.
"Who is it?"
Xu Shihu stood far away, asking warily.
A figure erged from the flas, standing before Wu Xiaode.
"Don’t you dare touch a single hair on him!"
The extrely beautiful girl brandished her long whip, saying angrily.
The crowd looked on.
The girl was dressed in strange clothes, with "High School X" embroidered on her chest and "Seeking Truth, Innovation, Exploration, Progress" on her back.
—Who is this?
Wu Xiaode was stunned, then suddenly covered his forehead with his hand.
Soti unbeknownst to him, he had donned a pair of black boxing gloves.
—Xu Shihu has Fiery Fla Fist Skill, but he also had these gloves that could produce explosions and flas!
This wasn’t a weapon; it was originally usable.
But now, the crucial opportunity for retaliation had vanished.
"Christina, why are you here?" Wu Xiaode whispered softly.
"I know how terrifying Na Skill can be—you were in too much danger, I couldn’t allow anything to happen to you," Christina said.
Wu Xiaode felt sowhat helpless.
The girl indeed ant well, but—
He looked towards Xu Shihu.
Xu Shihu had also realized what was happening.
"Soone interfered in the arena battle, Wu Xiaode, you’ve lost your qualification to challenge ," he said, smiling.
"Yes, it seems you’ve won," Wu Xiaode said.
He looked up at the Book of the Dead.
Lines of ice crystal text rapidly appeared:
"The long-awaited City Lord ceremony is about to complete."
"Next."
"The Laws will enter a dormant phase."
"Be advised, they are about to repay everything they owe you."
"You are about to receive Na Skill."
Wu Xiaode was stunned.
Because of the City Lord ceremony, the Laws couldn’t spare the effort, unable to bless him with Na Skill.
He couldn’t possibly let the other gain the title of City Lord.
Now, with Christina’s arrival, he had lost eligibility—
Everything had unexpectedly resolved itself.
Well then.
Fighting so fiercely, it would be better to wait to gain Na Skill before fighting again.
At that mont, Christina finally understood, turning pale and trembling, "Little Wu, did I ruin your plans?"
"Ah... actually... it seems not."
Wu Xiaode hurried to reassure her.
His robe fluttered without wind.
An inexplicable dark aura gathered around him from all directions.
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