Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 339: No Use in Struggling to Death

The duel between Xu Xiangbei and Xiao Ye Fengci Lang was in a stalemate, with neither able to claim victory or defeat. This situation was torturous for Xu Xiangbei and equally excruciating for the audience.

However, this tense stalemate was soon broken.

A strand of fiber from one of Xu Xiangbei’s iron balls was severed by Xiao Ye Fengci Lang’s samurai saber, and the iron ball fell to the ground with a thud, rolling to Xu Xiangbei’s feet.

Xu Xiangbei was secretly alarmed, as it was woven from the latest fiber materials and could not easily be cut by regular blades. To sever it, there was only one possibility: an exceptionally sharp sword filled with Inner Strength, which could possibly cut the strand in one slash.

After cutting one iron gall’s strand, Xu Xiangbei was left with only three iron balls to fight Xiao Ye Fengci Lang. Xiao Ye Fengci Lang felt the pressure suddenly decrease, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The blaze of swords on the ring was even more dazzling. Xu Xiangbei became more restrained, and his martial arts outfit was slashed twice by the samurai saber, exposing his solid muscles on his upper body. His shoulder was also cut, leaving a bloody wound that stained his martial arts outfit red.

Xiao Ye Fengci Lang intensified his attacks, letting out a beast-like roar, eager to expand his victory and seize the opportunity to defeat Xu Xiangbei in one go.

Qiao Mountain couldn’t resist mockingly: "Your weapon and clothes are all destroyed; why not just admit defeat?"

Although his voice wasn’t loud, it was particularly piercing in the quiet studio, drawing a reproving glance from Coach Martin and other spectators.

President Huang also laughed, feeling that his laughter was too blatant, he quickly restrained himself. They raised their glasses across to toast, seemingly celebrating the imminent victory.

However, President Qiao’s smugness didn’t last long.

Despite the perilous situation, Xu Xiangbei was like an invincible roach; the more dangerous the situation, the stronger his fighting spirit became.

He was like a small tree in a storm, swaying but with roots deeply embedded into the earth, no tempest could destroy his will.

Facing the dazzling blaze of sword lights, Xu Xiangbei remained calm and composed, the essentials of the "Primeval Method" simmering in his mind.

At the creation time, all was chaos; in such harsh conditions, even a sliver of light would defeat darkness and establish a new world order.

Suddenly, Xu Xiangbei executed a fierce strike, casting three iron galls at Xiao Ye Fengci Lang in three directions.

Meanwhile, with a light flick of his toe, he kicked up the iron gall at his feet.

That iron gall, although its connecting strand was cut and it fell, still had a purpose: it became a hidden soldier lurking on the ground.

The kicked iron gall, rising from below, heavily collided with one iron gall, that gall hit the second one—like a perpetual motion ball toy—and immediately, the four iron galls split into four angles to assault Xiao Ye Fengci Lang.

Xiao Ye Fengci Lang was slightly stunned; he remembered one iron gall was cut off, only three balls were left, how did it become four again?

Yet his reflexes were still agile, and the samurai saber in his hand swiftly repelled all incoming iron balls, only to discover Xu Xiangbei’s fists already at his face.

Xiao Ye’s expression changed, a terrifying cold light shot from his eyes, his attention was entirely on the four iron balls.

He suddenly realized, despite losing one iron gall, Xu Xiangbei’s power hadn’t diminished; conversely, his fists were a pair of iron galls themselves.

The fists drew a bizarre arc in mid-air, heavily striking Xiao Ye’s chest.

Xiao Ye was like a cut kite flying in the air, flipping in the air twice before falling back onto the ring.

One foot remained on the ring; a large portion of his body hovered in the air, and the samurai saber deeply embedded in the ring’s edge kept him from falling off.

Xiao Ye Fengci Lang being suddenly hit and sent flying by Xu Xiangbei shocked Huang Qinghai and President Qiao, causing them to shiver.

The wine glass in Huang Qinghai’s hand shattered upon the ground, the wine spilled everywhere, while President Qiao, too absorbed in watching, burned his finger with the cigar in hand.

Yet they saw Xiao Ye Fengci Lang tenaciously standing on the ring’s edge without falling, hoping their thirty million could still be regained, they simultaneously began clapping.

President Qiao grinned and said, "We must commend this resilient spirit; this is the sports spirit—never give up, never abandon."

Encouraged by President Qiao, Xiao Ye Fengci Lang seemed to gather strength and got back on the ring.

Xu Xiangbei watched Xiao Ye Fengci Lang with a smile, a hint of pity in his eyes, shaking the four iron balls in his hands, rattling them as he awaited Xiao Ye Fengci Lang.

Xiao Ye Fengci Lang’s face contorted, his entire hair bun came undone, his hair disheveled, resembling a fierce ghost, step by step he walked toward Xu Xiangbei.

Xu Xiangbei mockingly said, "How is it, does it hurt? If it does, don’t force yourself."

Xiao Ye Fengci Lang walked back to Xu Xiangbei, raising his samurai saber like a majestic War God.

Facing the gleaming samurai saber, Xu Xiangbei curled his lips into a sneer, closed his eyes gently, showing no sign of dodging.

The audience was in an uproar, everyone was surprised; had Xu Xiangbei run out of power to dodge and was prepared to face the inevitable?

President Huang and President Qiao were suddenly thrilled, secretly chanting, "Slash down, slash down."

If Xiao Ye Fengci Lang swung down, they would win this duel and gain six hundred million at a twenty-to-one payoff. Thinking of this, they were too excited to sit still and almost wanted to assist Xiao Ye Fengci Lang on stage.

However, what shocked everyone more than Xu Xiangbei’s complete lack of evasion was Xiao Ye Fengci Lang’s raised hand holding the samurai saber suddenly beginning to tremble.

Suddenly, Xiao Ye Fengci Lang’s face turned pale, a chilling sensation shot through his chest, his whole body trembling, his chest aching, his legs went soft, and he fell on one knee before Xu Xiangbei.

The sharp samurai saber he held plunged straight into the ring, no more than half a meter away from Xu Xiangbei.

The audience was in an uproar, President Huang and President Qiao furiously cursed, "Stand up, fool, why are you kneeling?"

Onlookers held only one person who understood Xiao Ye Fengci Lang’s feelings, his senior Zuo Mu, who knew his junior had lost; when Xu Xiangbei punched him out of the ring moments ago, he had already lost, relying solely on his astonishing willpower to reach Xu Xiangbei again.

The punch secretly contained the Heavenly Eight Needles; a cold Inner Strength had penetrated Xiao Ye Fengci Lang’s Heart Vein.

If not for pride, forcing himself back into the ring, not raising the samurai saber to attempt to strike Xu Xiangbei, he could have quietly laid down for a moment to be fine.

He forcefully confronted the anti-heavenly needle Inner Strength within, causing his veins to counterflow, eventually collapsing slowly.