Madman!

Chapter 73: Beaten to Death on the Spot

Chen Wujun and Yu Wei both felt a tremendous surge of power from the other's arm, the impact shaking their frames.

'What incredible strength—at least seven hundred and fifty kilograms,' Yu Wei thought. 'Has this kid really only been training for a year? How is that possible?'

'Just as I expected... a force of over seven hundred and fifty kilograms, and an arm as hard as iron. Yu Wei's reputation is well-earned!'

In that split second, both formed their judgments. Yu Wei's other hand shot out like a cannonball, aiming straight for Chen Wujun's chest.

The moment Yu Wei's scapula contracted and his waist muscles twisted, Chen Wujun anticipated the follow-up. He immediately slid his feet, gliding toward Yu Wei's rear flank. His right hand shifted from a palm to a claw, snatching at Yu Wei's right elbow, intending to snap the joint.

Yu Wei reacted instantly, shaking his arm violently. Chen Wujun felt as if he were gripping rapidly vibrating steel; his fingers were instantly repelled.

Yet, in that instant, he sensed Yu Wei adjusting his center of gravity and torqueing his waist muscles.

'A spinning back elbow!' The thought flashed through Chen Wujun's mind. Without hesitation, he leaned back, threw his left hand upward to block, and lashed out with his foot like a striking viper, aiming a black blur of a kick straight at Yu Wei's armpit.

It was the "Phoenix Throwing into Nest" technique from the Swimming Dragon Palm.

This technique hid an offensive strike within a defensive maneuver—something an ordinary fighter would find impossible to react to.Yu Wei's ears twitched. His hearing was more than double that of a normal human. Instantly detecting the kick from below, he took a step forward in a flash and smashed his elbow downward.

Bam!

Having smashed down that viper-like kick, Yu Wei used the momentum to spin and unleash a whip kick, his leg lashing out like a steel rod toward Chen Wujun's waist.

At this point, Chen Wujun had no time to adjust his balance and retreat. Seeing he couldn't dodge, he suddenly dropped toward the ground.

However, his feet remained planted as if rooted, his body from the knees up almost parallel to the floor.

Yu Wei's kick swept through the air above Chen Wujun, the wind pressure it generated making it hard to breathe.

Chen Wujun slapped his palm against the ground, his body rolling suddenly as his right foot exploded upward, sweeping toward Yu Wei's waist.

Thud!

Yu Wei's arm suddenly appeared behind his back, taking the full brunt of the kick. He staggered forward two steps, but barely had he stabilized his stance before he spun and pounced back.

Chen Wujun seized the opportunity to spring up. Before his eyes could focus, Yu Wei was already upon him, launching himself into the air. His knee smashed toward Chen Wujun's chest like a massive hammer, while his elbow chopped down at Chen Wujun's head like a giant axe.

A glint of intensity flashed in Chen Wujun's eyes. With a twist of his foot, he circled to the side, his fingers forming a knife-hand that thrust silently toward Yu Wei's waist.

Yu Wei couldn't change moves in time and took the stab straight to his waist.

However, Chen Wujun felt as if he had struck a steel plate; he struggled to penetrate even half an inch.

'As expected of a military elite. His body is as hard as steel, and his fighting style is oppressive, leaving the opponent no room to breathe!' Although Chen Wujun had injured Yu Wei, he didn't dare lower his guard.

For a military elite, an injury of this magnitude wouldn't affect combat performance at all.

These thoughts flashed by in an instant. Chen Wujun arched his body and pounced at Yu Wei like a tiger descending a mountain.

Yu Wei didn't even need to look back; he heard Chen Wujun coming. The moment he landed, he adjusted his balance and whipped his arm back like a steel lash.

But this time, Chen Wujun didn't meet force with force. Following the direction of Yu Wei’s turn, he fell away while twisting his body mid-air like a giant python coiling, simultaneously thrusting his knife-hand into Yu Wei's armpit.

He refused to believe Yu Wei could train that spot to be as hard as steel too.

Yu Wei grunted in pain and leaped several meters away. His face was twisted and ashen as he clutched his armpit, blood dripping continuously onto the ring.

The surrounding crowd instantly erupted into an uproar.

Just moments ago, the two were exchanging blows so fast and ferociously that the spectators could barely breathe. Now, the tension suddenly broke.

Yu Wei was a renowned expert, and his betting odds were far lower than Chen Wujun's. Everyone had assumed Yu Wei's victory was guaranteed.

No one expected that Chen Wujun, a teenager who had only been training for a year, would not only trade blows with Yu Wei but actually injure him.

"That's not a human; that's practically two humanoid tigers," a minion standing on a container beside his boss muttered, his heart pounding in fear.

The intensity was too high. If he were in the ring, one punch would probably be enough to put him in a box.

It wasn't just the minions; even the Resonance Phase New Arts martial artists, whose Enhancement Reconstruction exceeded 40%, wore grave expressions.

"Damn it, I even warned him!" In his room, Cleft Lip Snake watched the move, his expression turning savage.

That was the very move Shark Jiu had used to injure him.

He hadn't expected Yu Wei to be so useless, getting hurt by that same move from a kid who'd only been training for a year.

Down below, Shark Jiu crossed her legs the other way. She was also somewhat surprised that Chen Wujun chose to meet Yu Wei head-on.

It seemed the trip to Fei Ngo Shan two days ago had a significant impact on his mindset.

This was indeed a beautifully fought match.

But the winner hadn't been decided yet.

Just as Yu Wei sprang away, Chen Wujun—following the principle of "kick him while he's down"—arched his body and scuttled forward using the Mud-Wading Step. Closing the distance in a few strides, his muscles bulged, knitting his strength into a solid iron plate as he chopped a palm strike toward Yu Wei.

Yu Wei felt agonizing pain in his right armpit; the movement of his right arm was impaired.

But as a military elite, his pain tolerance was far beyond that of an ordinary person.

Like a wounded beast, his ferocity was provoked. Ignoring his injuries, he stomped the ground and smashed a chopping fist outward with his left hand.

Bang!

Both figures shook again. Yu Wei's right leg swept toward Chen Wujun like a swinging giant axe.

However, the moment their arms touched, Chen Wujun sensed the flow of his force. Shrinking back and arching his spine, he dodged the sweep and immediately stepped in with another chopping palm.

"Let's see how many times you can do that!" Yu Wei spun with a back elbow that collided with Chen Wujun. He realized Chen Wujun was using explosive techniques, not raw strength.

Since it was an explosive technique, the stamina consumption had to be immense.

Yet, the moment their elbows clashed, Chen Wujun's left hand silently stabbed toward Yu Wei's left armpit.

Yu Wei's ears twitched. Even amidst the roaring crowd, he picked up the sound of Chen Wujun's low hand-blade. He suddenly clenched his right fist and punched out from under his own left armpit.

Hand-blade versus fist—he was confident this blow would break Chen Wujun's fingers.

But Chen Wujun suddenly switched from a stab to a claw, seizing Yu Wei's fist. Pushing off the ground, he leaped backward violently.

Although Yu Wei immediately shook off Chen Wujun's grip, the pull threw off his center of gravity. He stumbled forward a step, panic rising in his chest. 'Not good!'

The instant Chen Wujun landed, his body arched. His spinal column—the great dragon—emitted cracking pops as his bones, muscles, and fascia compressed instantly.

Yu Wei guessed correctly; this kind of instantaneous explosive power placed a huge burden on the body. He couldn't use it many times—five at most—before his combat state would degrade.

But for this fight, five times was enough.

Chen Wujun compressed his frame to the limit, then shot forward like a cannonball. He stormed the centerline, his palm knocking aside Yu Wei's blocking arm and chopping into Yu Wei's chest.

Yu Wei's face went instantly pale. He staggered back several steps, leaving wet footprints on the concrete ring with each stride.

His throat bobbed as he forcibly swallowed the rising scent of blood. Eyes manic, he forced his body to pounce at Chen Wujun, throwing a combination of punches.

But this time, Yu Wei's movements were slower than before.

Even a wounded beast is still wounded.

The moment Yu Wei threw his right hand, Chen Wujun moved his feet, circling to the flank. His right palm pushed Yu Wei's arm, pinning it against his body and exposing the open armpit.

His left hand formed a knife-hand and stabbed once more into the wound in Yu Wei's armpit, his fingers burying themselves over an inch deep like a steel blade.

"Ahhh!" Yu Wei howled miserably. He twisted violently, swinging his uninjured left arm like a steel whip.

But Chen Wujun stuck to his right side like a maggot on bone. His spinal dragon snapped and sprung, channeling the power of his whole body to his extremities. His left hand shifted from a knife to a fist, smashing heavily into the wound in Yu Wei's armpit.

The punch knocked Yu Wei back several steps. Blood sprayed from his armpit; half his body was now paralyzed.

His face contorted continuously.

Chen Wujun withdrew his hand. His fingers were covered in blood, and his face wore a look of bloodthirsty excitement.

"Yu Wei is finished," Shark Jiu said with a smile, bouncing her crossed leg.

It wasn't just her; everyone else could see Yu Wei was done for.

"Fuck your mother, you trash! I put three hundred thousand on you!" Mad Dog stood up, cursing furiously.

"I should have fed it to the dogs instead!"

"Feeding it to dogs would be better than betting on him! I dropped five hundred thousand!" cursed another leader from the Big Four.

On the surrounding containers, burly figures stood up one after another, curses rising and falling like waves.

Most people had bet on Yu Wei to win.

After all, Yu Wei's fame was established. Who could have imagined he would lose to a kid who had been training for less than a year?

"Yu Wei's loss isn't unjust. The kid has developed Listening Force. The moment they touch, he knows how Yu Wei's muscles are moving and where his center of gravity is. It's more intuitive than the sensory enhancement of New Arts!" Tan Cheng, the Dragon Head of Four Stripes, commented with a low voice.

"Swimming Dragon Palm is a northern style, rarely practiced in East District 9. I wonder who Shark Jiu and his master are to train a disciple like this."

At that moment, Chen Wujun pressed the attack again. Advancing with double piercing palms, his hands struck toward Yu Wei's throat like two knives, one after the other.

Yu Wei couldn't move the right side of his body. Looking like a crazed tiger, he swayed his head wildly left and right to dodge the strikes.

Simultaneously, he raised his arm, waving it to block.

But the moment his arm moved, Chen Wujun grabbed it. Sliding with the Mud-Wading Step, he moved to Yu Wei's blind spot on the left. His right hand formed a knife and stabbed with lightning speed into the area beneath Yu Wei's left armpit.

"Ahhh!" Yu Wei let out a miserable shriek. His left arm went limp immediately, and he stumbled back, trying to escape.

However, the moment Chen Wujun's fingers pierced in, he changed form from awl to hook and ripped outward.

Squelch!

A chunk of flesh was torn right out of Yu Wei's armpit by Chen Wujun.

Before Yu Wei could recover from the agony, Chen Wujun stepped in, grabbing at Yu Wei's face with a palm.

Even in this state, Yu Wei managed a counterattack. Amidst the intense pain, he suddenly leaned back and drove his knee violently toward Chen Wujun's groin.

Chen Wujun suddenly slapped his left hand down, pressing it onto Yu Wei's knee. His right arm extended to an incredible length, stretching like a gibbon's. His fingers extended and retracted; suddenly, two wet, slippery eyeballs were in his fingertips.

Then his hands turned into claws, ten fingers sinking into the soft flesh of Yu Wei's neck like ten daggers. He launched himself into the air, his right knee smashing into Yu Wei's chest like a sledgehammer.

Crack!

Even though Yu Wei had trained his body to be like steel, he wasn't actually steel.

His entire sternum shattered. The screaming stopped abruptly. He flew backward like a torn sack, crashing into the wire ropes. The wire dug deep into his flesh.

He hung there, dripping blood. His throat bobbed a few times, emitting a rasping sound of leaking air. After a couple of twitches, he went still.

"Swimming Dragon Palm emphasizes elusive movement, yet he's brute-forced it into a murderous style of 'death to those who block me.' Rare indeed. But the kid's killing intent is too heavy; he'll have a hard time entering Qi Refining," Tan Cheng remarked upon seeing the scene.