novelraw Chapter 1014 - 1029: Body Shattered to Pieces
Chapter 1014 - 1029: Body Shattered to Pieces
Thus, the Tsar stood bare-chested in front of Lin Mu, his abdomen prominently showing eight-pack abs, brimming with muscular tension."Damn, a muscle showdown, huh? I'm not worse than you!" Lin Mu grinned, let out a roar, and his shirt fell apart to the ground like fragments.
Lin Mu also revealed his lean upper body, with defined muscle lines like a nimble cheetah. The Tsar looked at Lin Mu and let out another roar, leaping into the air, swooshing towards Lin Mu.
This time, the Tsar's assault was much faster than the first. Lin Mu could feel it; at this moment, the Tsar exuded an even more domineering aura, as if he was an enhanced version of himself. But naturally, Lin Mu wasn't one to back down. He pushed off the ground with his toes, sprinting towards the Tsar like a bullet.
Bam, Lin Mu's fist connected with the Tsar, but it felt like hitting an iron wall. The Tsar chuckled coldly and seized the opportunity to strike Lin Mu in the stomach. Lin Mu swiftly dodged, but it seemed a bit slow, and the Tsar's hit still landed on him, albeit without much force.
Even so, Lin Mu was still pushed back three or four meters. He touched his stomach, acknowledging that the Tsar was indeed a formidable opponent. Although lacking in innate advantages, the Tsar's moves were like sharp blades, each one aimed to wound.
Having landed a strike, the Tsar didn't stop but continued his onslaught, fiercely attacking Lin Mu's lower three areas. Lin Mu watched the Tsar charge forward, his pupils contracting sharply until they locked onto the Tsar's incoming fist.
"Shorty, want to play hardball? Let's see who's truly the fiercest?" Lin Mu roared like a raging wolf. No, he was the Alpha of the Wolf Fang Corps on the North African Grassland, the true Wolf King. As he flew into a rage, the skies seemed to change color; he suddenly reached out to grasp the Tsar's attacking fist.
With a ripping sound, the next moment, a long scratch appeared on the Tsar's arm. Lin Mu's fingers, sharp as wolf claws, dragged down from the Tsar's forearm, gripping the Tsar's fist tightly. Meanwhile, Lin Mu's drag left five deep marks on the Tsar's forearm.
Lin Mu held the Tsar's fist, but didn't block the incoming force, because the Tsar's power was too overwhelming. If Lin Mu blocked it, he might get injured. So in combat, Lin Mu relied not only on his vicious moves but more importantly, on his quick thinking. As a master, having a keen mind to respond rapidly in critical moments is a must.
So what Lin Mu needed to do was leverage the opponent's force rather than brute strength. In the next moment, as the Tsar's fist was about to hit Lin Mu's chest, Lin Mu quickly twisted the Tsar's wrist while pushing with his left hand, redirecting the punch back towards the Tsar himself.
The two were moving so fast that just a few centimeters left no room for adjustment. Because Lin Mu controlled the Tsar's wrist, the punch ultimately landed on the Tsar's own chest.
This punch was delivered with full force; its destructive power was evident. Bam, the Tsar was wounded by his own punch, his chest throbbing with a dull ache.
"Die!" Seizing this opportunity, Lin Mu dashed towards the Tsar.
The Tsar, having just taken a punch, had not yet recovered. Facing Lin Mu's sudden attack, his moves became disordered. Bam bam bam, Lin Mu's fists rained down on the Tsar like raindrops. The Tsar retreated, trying to block with his arms, appearing rather pathetic.
In a match between masters, the best defense is often offense. If one only blocks, they fall at a disadvantage and may easily expose a flaw for the opponent to exploit. Indeed, after a few seconds, Lin Mu finally seized a perfect opportunity, delivering a thunderous punch—bam—striking the Tsar's chest.
Although the Tsar was agile as a feather and could buffer a bit in the air, this punch still sent him flying.
With a spit of blood, the Tsar hit the ground, clutching his chest.
Humans are made of flesh and blood; pain and injury are inevitable. However, the severity of injury varies with each person's constitution. The Tsar was no exception; he coughed up blood after taking a punch from Lin Mu.
Struggling to his feet while holding his chest, the Tsar could barely stand after suffering such a major blow.
"Ah ha, shorty, you lost. Do you admit defeat now?" Lin Mu grinned, spreading his hands.
The Tsar, clutching his chest, glanced at Lin Mu, then smiled, "I lost, but I will never admit defeat, never."
"Heh, still want to play tough? I'll straighten out all kinds of defiance!" Lin Mu laughed, curious to see the Tsar's next move.
"Lin Mu, I must admit, your skills indeed surpass mine, but you might not be able to kill me," the Tsar said to Lin Mu, a hint of confidence returning to his face.
"Oh, really?"
"Stop him," the Tsar quickly darted to a car parked nearby.
"Trying to escape?" Lin Mu smirked, rushing forward with a bound, but two guards blocked him.
Unfortunately for them, the two guards couldn't last a move before Lin Mu knocked them flying with two punches.
But admittedly, the Tsar moved swiftly; he opened the car door and got inside; Lin Mu reached the car but found the door locked.
"Damn it, coward!" Lin Mu was so furious he wanted to curse. This guy, unable to win in a fight, hid in the car, but then again, in the face of life and death, losing a bit of face is negligible. If you're dead, what use is pride?
However, the Toyota in front blocked the road, and Lin Mu's van was parked behind the Land Rover, so the Land Rover couldn't drive out.
"Captain Thibodeau, what do we do?" Lin Mu humorously asked Thibodeau.
Thibodeau checked the situation, fired a few shots at the car window but to no avail, as the bullets bounced off.
"No need to shoot, it's bulletproof glass. A gun won't work, otherwise, it wouldn't be called an armored car," Lin Mu said.
Thibodeau looked at Lin Mu, "So what do you suggest we do?"
Lin Mu chuckled, as if having thought of something, "It's actually quite simple."
"What bright idea do you have?" Thibodeau asked.
"Well, this armored vehicle is impressive, but it can only hide for so long. Besides, I doubt it can withstand this thing," Lin Mu grinned, pulling a grenade from Thibodeau's pouch.
This was a special forces grenade, much more powerful than standard military grenades. Lin Mu pulled the pin, then tossed it under the Land Rover. Thibodeau widened his eyes, not expecting Lin Mu to be so bold, even using an explosive. He quickly dove backward.