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??Chapter 666: 354 second kill！ (4000)_1

Chapter 666: 354 second kill！ (4000)_1

Wooosh wooosh wooosh…..

The air resembled blades, frantically leaking out from the seams of Simonyi’s sleeves. He held a pose similar to a bird of prey spreading its wings, arms outstretched, fingers claw-like. Hot, turbulent airflow spewed from his pores.

Bulging under his clothing, his entire figure seed to inflate, his trench coat rustling.

Black light radiated from Simonyi’s pupils, his skeleton rattled, resounding like a series of firecrackers.

“Underestimated him? This explosive montum isn’t weak at all!”

Ugo’s brows furrowed. Externally, Simonyi appeared to be using his Qi, but it was not released.

The Qi circulated within his body, it wasn’t reaching the point of violating the consensus of sparring. Ugo snorted coldly, and likewise, ran the Evil Eye Fist Qi within his body, his strength filled his limbs instantly.

“Simonyi, having mastered the basic application of Qi shortly after breaking through to be a fighter, you truly have exceptional talent…”

“However, if you want to fight

in hand-to-hand combat, I’m afraid you’re still not up to it!”

No sooner had he spoken than Ugo vanished from his original position. His interaction with Simonyi before was done without much effort. More so, it was the perspective of guiding a junior. But now, Simonyi seed to have beco more interesting.

His interest had been piqued completely, he began taking the challenge seriously.

Whoosh!

The mont he vanished from his position, a silhouette appeared before Simonyi. Ugo’s foot blasted off the arena; his silhouette surged, his fists struck like teors. Because of the speed, a hasty white line split in the air from his fists as if it was a tail fla.

“Screech!”

A flash of an high-pitched bird of prey’s screech -0 a weird sound emitted by the fist tearing through the air. Simonyi stood his ground against the attack, eting Ugo’s blasting fist with a punch!

Bang!

The entire Alloy Arena shook violently, the airflow becoming chaotic.

Ugo’s Evil Eye Fist and Simonyi’s Red Vulture Fist struck hard against each other, their forces colliding fiercely. Then the shadows of the fists flashed, turning into a series of hard-hitting blows.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

The sound of flesh colliding with flesh echoed throughout the arena, the frequency quick and brutal, sounding almost like a barrage of artillery.

The spectators under the arena tried to capture the motions of the two combatants, but the high-speed movent of Ugo and Simonyi made this impossible. Only the first core of a school like the East Nine Gates could catch a glimpse of one or two fleeting shadows with their sharp eyesight. Obviously, both sides were getting serious.

Smack!

Palms collided, separating upon touch. Ugo’s feet slid along the ground, forming a long black scratch mark. Simonyi staggered backwards, only stopping when his heel hit a tal guardrail, letting out a sigh of relief.

With this separation, the spectators could finally see the two’s conditions. Neither had been injured, but the sleeves of Simonyi and Ugo’s upper arms were completely shattered in the duel, exploding into fragnts. Their muscular arms, full of bulging veins, were exposed, their skin flushed.

“Is this a Rookie Fighter?! Why do I feel that his combat skills are even more practiced than mine, as if every move is a deadly blow.”

Ugo sensed sothing was wrong. But what he needed most now was to save his own face. Otherwise, if he indeed ended up in a stand-off with Simonyi – where would he put his old face? He didn’t want to beco the stepping-stone for Simonyi’s rise to fa.

At first, Ugo agreed to Simonyi’s sparring request because he was confident in himself. How could Simonyi, who had just beco a fighter a few days ago, be his opponent? Under these circumstances, beating the other side was easy. After landing a few punches, he would give so encouragent and advice as a senior – it would be a good tale.

However, all of these preconditions required Ugo to show a completely effortless deanor. The spectators beneath the stage needed to see it clearly. Otherwise, it would backfire. It would then beco a tale titled with ‘The Eastern Prodigy could go toe-to-toe with the Gate Master of the Evil Eye Fist Sect right upon breaking through to beco a Fighter’.

“This little brat, just broke through but beca so tough…”

A sharp light flashed in Ugo’s eyes, and he pushed the secret martial art of the Evil Eye Fist to its extre, his aura consolidated into a black glow.

He takes a big stride forward, his arms swinging like hamrs.

Directly opposite, a figure also plunged in. Simonyi’s face was cold, unaffected by Ugo’s imposing aura.

Both of his arms spread out, the arena suddenly bood. Both collided again, barraging each other with true-hearted blows. The elders and spectators felt a shiver in their eyelids, inexplicably feeling that this went beyond the scope of a spar. However, both sides did not use lethal secret techniques, and remained within a vague definition, continuing to watch.

Whoosh!

The hand made into a knife, clasping the five fingers together, slamd into the fiercely incoming elbow with force. The fabric ripped apart, the afterimage shifting. Simonyi seized the opportunity to take the initiative, swinging his arms forward and backward like two javelins, rudely breaking Ugo’s arm barrier in front of his chest, going straight to his chest!

“Kid, you!”

Ugo was sowhat outraged by his embarrassnt. Simonyi’s continuous strikes were connected perfectly, and he seed to be attacking him too fiercely! He had to protect himself with only his physique and technique, and felt sowhat inadequate against Simonyi!