Capítulo 1086: Chapter 59: Cold Steel, Hot Blood (Part 5)
Three days later, Cold Steel Arena.
The atmosphere in the casino is even more heated than three days ago. Every day and night for the past three days, there have been exciting and nonstop unlimited death matches, with many people so excited that they stay overnight at the casino just to keep their hard-earned spots. On the conspicuous holographic projections visible from any angle, the green numbers representing bets are flashing rapidly, making one imagine the green river of money flowing in this underground.
Thrill-seekers crowded in the stench of the lowest level, the dancers on stage helping to keep the atmosphere lively, and the betting robots weaving through the crowd. “Second-to-last match, odds 1:1.3, starts in 30 seconds, starts in 29 seconds…” The countdown ends, and the referee shouts the rules as the spotlight illuminates the arena.
“Today’s second-to-last match—Southern Ranger Farrams VS Thunderbolt Ranger Vite Walton!!”
The first to appear is Farrams, a dark-skinned, slender man with short hair and bandages wrapped around his hands and knees, eyes as venomous as a snake. The blonde-haired Vite arrives slightly later, over 2 ters tall, wearing a tactical vest and long pants, the standard ranger attire. He even didn’t remove his sunglasses when stepping onto the arena, which drew loud cheers from the audience.
“Begin!”
With the order given, the short-haired Farrams quickly launches an attack, leaping forward like a dark brown shadow. Vite raises his thick left arm as a shield to defend… but his judgnt was wrong; Farrams twists around at the extre limit of their distance, the left punch that seed to miss was actually a feint to deceive, and Farrams uses the montum from the missed swing to spin!
Seeing the unfavorable situation, Vite steps forward with his right foot, kicking towards Farrams’ supporting ankle. Prepared, Farrams raises his left leg halfway back, a swift collision like a living mountain rising from the ground, blocking Vite’s kick precisely. Farrams’ full-force strike erupts at this mont, the second arriving left punch carries the rotational impact past the defense, hitting Vite’s chin from the side.
“Farrams’ Spiral Fist claid victory through surprise! The consecutive strikes at short distance turned Vite’s physique into a disadvantage; the formidable Southern Ocean islander imposes his mighty presence!”
Vite’s head snaps backward, almost losing his balance from the strike. Yet, Farrams does not chase after the lower body, seeing the opportunity in hand, his fists fly towards Vite’s chest, the sound of hits continuous like rain assaulting glass in a typhoon. Vite steps back again, nearing the arena’s edge, Farrams’ left leg hits the ground and right leg raises high, with a knee honed into a weapon through long training headed towards Vite’s crotch!
This is a true killer move ant to leave no chance for the opponent. But what should have been a silent life-stealing collision triggered a thunderous sound, Farrams’ knee indeed struck, yet it hit Vite Walton’s left palm!
Farrams, a native of the Southern Ocean islands, trained his fists and feet against the island’s coconut trees from a young age, only setting sail on his journey after he could break a coconut tree with one strike. In prolonged battles, he has shattered the latest models of armor from the Northern Continent and crushed the heads of Manifestation Mages, believing his knee to be more indestructible than any Heart Phase Weapon, that intent condensed into an unparalleled strike in his technique.
But today, his myth forged through blood and sweat was broken. The obstacle was not the Impermanence Skill, not a Superpower, but an opponent’s seemingly ordinary palm. In others’ eyes, it looked like a struggling Vite coincidentally pressed to block, yet Farrams felt as if he had collided with a towering mountain peak. He could kick trees apart and scatter waves, yet couldn’t breach that lofty summit piercing the clouds.
With reverence, Farrams looked up at the man’s joyful smile.
“Not bad.” Vite said, “My turn.”
Farrams rapidly withdrew his leg, retreated, raising both hands in defense. Vite stomped the ground with one foot, shouting loudly. The man’s roar exploded like lightning, even stopping the nimble Farrams montarily subconscious. Vite’s counterattack struck with overwhelming force, Farrams bit through his tongue tip to force himself to dodge and counter. The torrential punches and kicks ca, yet couldn’t block the man’s assault, as Vite silently swung his fist.
The first punch missed, the second retreated back to dodge, Farrams had been pushed to the edge of the arena. On the third move, Farrams tried a desperate headbutt, his cheek being directly hit by Vite’s left punch. After the boom, Farrams fell out of the arena!
“Good!” “That’s how it’s done!” “Kill, kill, kill!!!”
No one paid attention to the comatose Farrams, Vite wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raising both hands to greet the crowd’s cheers. He wondered how many people would lose their fortune, and how many would suddenly gain wealth from this gambling round.
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Not too close nor too far from the arena, a number of people were discussing the duel from the second-floor seats.
“The difference between the competitors is glaringly obvious.” Gongsun Ce said.
“Karate masters are actually quite rare, easy to learn but hard to master.” Ninja answered ticulously.
The noble ones with money and wealth all gathered securely on the upper levels to spectate, but that’s not truly the best vantage point. The real pri area is the second floor, separated from the chaos of the lower level and first floor, avoiding the contamination of madn’s foul air, slightly above the arena’s height making every detail easier to catch. There were special viewing seats here specifically set for arena competitors, Gongsun Ce at this mont had borrowed the identity of “coach” to impostor into a good position, chatting with him was a Ninja in a bright yellow outfit, standing straight like a beam of lightning.
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