Violent Wolf Battles Iron Hand

Fang Mo returned to the room where he had rested earlier. A medic came in to examine his injuries. Fortunately, none were serious—mostly scrapes and a few bruises. Only the injury to his chest was a little worse. After applying medicine, the medic left.

He hurriedly checked the information on the Bronze Mirror.

[Tiger Subduing Stance: Entering the Hall (668/5000)]

[Tiger Subduing Fist: Initial Glimpse (288/1000)]

Tiger Subduing Stance had risen by thirty points, while Tiger Subduing Fist had actually risen by more than forty points, equivalent to an entire day of training.

"Sure enough, fighting at the limit works!"

Fang Mo's eyes lit up. The surging numbers proved that his guess had been correct. This gave him another path to improvement.

By then, the next match had already begun onstage. Violent Wolf was the one entering the arena. Hearing the unprecedentedly fervent cheers outside, Fang Mo did not rush to leave and hurriedly looked over.

Two people were already standing inside the iron cage.

Violent Wolf wore black from head to toe, with a black wolf-shaped mask covering his face. He was well-proportioned, neither tall nor short, and stood atop the arena as still as the windless air.

The other man was also dressed in black, but he was lean and long-limbed, half a head taller than Violent Wolf. His hands resembled those of a long-armed ape, the fingers hanging at his sides gleaming with a faint blue light. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and his whole body radiated Sha Qi. His name suited him even better—Iron Hand.

The bets had actually reached thirty million. The odds between the two were evenly matched, though Violent Wolf held a slight edge by four or five million.

"Close the cage!"

At the host's shout, Iron Hand suddenly raised his head and stared straight at Violent Wolf.

Screee!

Iron Hand suddenly let out a piercing shriek. His body shot into the air, truly like a Falcon diving straight at Violent Wolf.

Violent Wolf moved at the same moment. His body swept forward, and he snapped out a Hanging Palm Technique strike.

Bang!

Palm and claw collided with a muffled crash. Both men retreated together, then immediately charged forward again and slammed into each other.

The two exchanged blows at high speed, swift as lightning, as crackling impacts rang out without cease.

Fang Mo had thought Violent Wolf was rather quiet, but he had not expected him to be so vicious as well. His Palm Technique was incomparably violent, somewhat like the Hanging Palm Technique. Iron Hand's claws used the Eagle Claw Technique, equally overbearing. The two clashed rapidly, locked in an inseparable battle.

Thunderous music shook the venue as people roared and cheered in excitement. Men and women screamed, wildly twisting their bodies to vent their frenzy.

Fang Mo was puzzled. Iron Hand knew the Eagle Claw Technique—could he be someone from the Xingying Martial Arts School? Recently, Xingying Martial Arts School had been incredibly popular. It had defeated quite a few Martial Halls and seemed poised to become Yunyang's number one Martial Hall.

Inside a private room, Young Master Chen looked grave. His gaze was fixed firmly on the stage, and his grip around the cup in his hand tightened.

"Eagle Claw Technique!"

His hand loosened again. Looking toward Qin Yuanping, he revealed a faint smile. "I was wondering why Young Master Qin was willing to bet with me. So you hired an expert from the Eagle Claw Sect!"

"What, Young Master Chen? Are you afraid?"

The ugliness had likewise vanished from Qin Yuanping's face, replaced by a confident smile. "I didn't falsify his strength, and the test wasn't rigged. Young Master Chen saw all of that himself!"

"Haha! Afraid? I'm afraid Young Master Qin will lose too badly!"

Young Master Chen laughed heartily.

Zhou Shaojiang exchanged glances with the short-haired young man. Their eyes communicated briefly, but neither spoke. Their gazes returned to the fighting ring.

By then, the battle had reached its fiercest point.

"Soaring Eagle Across Ten Thousand Miles!"

Iron Hand roared. His feet stepped in rapid succession as his twin claws lashed out repeatedly, carving countless afterimages, all aimed at Violent Wolf's throat, heart, temples, and other vital points.

Violent Wolf's arms spun like wheels as he blocked and struck in succession. His sleeves were ripped apart by the eagle claws and flew everywhere, while his body retreated again and again. He was clearly struggling against the Eagle Claw Technique and had fallen into a disadvantage.

Bang!

Violent Wolf retreated all the way to the iron cage, his path blocked by it.

"Good chance—Nine Seizes of the Divine Eagle!"

Light burst from Iron Hand's eyes. He let out a shrill eagle cry, leaped into the air, and drove both claws straight for Violent Wolf's eyes.

"Drill Fist!" Violent Wolf roared as well. His fist blasted out and collided with the eagle claws. Yet the claws suddenly changed from grasping to shaking, knocking both fists aside. Then the eagle claws drove straight through the center, shooting toward Violent Wolf's throat.

The move was both swift and concealed. Violent Wolf seemed to have no time to dodge at all.

Bang! The eagle claw seized Violent Wolf's throat. Iron Hand's eyes were filled with killing intent.

But madness flashed in Violent Wolf's eyes. Rather than dodging or evading, he flipped his palm and struck toward Iron Hand's head.

"Die! Throat Lock Strike!"

Ferocity shot from Iron Hand's eyes as he shouted sharply, his claw tightening. Under normal circumstances, he could crush even wood with his grip, let alone a throat. Once the throat was shattered, how could Violent Wolf still have any power to attack? Thus, he did not care in the slightest about the palm coming at him.

"The victor will be decided!"

The entire fighting hall fell silent in an instant. Everyone held their breath as they watched, and quite a few people rose to their feet, their eyes tense.

The women covered their mouths, yet excitement gleamed in their eyes.

Young Master Chen suddenly sprang to his feet, his face turning pale. If Violent Wolf lost, his fighting hall would lose twenty million.

More importantly, Violent Wolf was the fighter who held up the hall. If he died, where would they find another to train?

Qin Yuanping, however, looked excited, the light of victory bursting from his eyes.

In another private room, Xu Manli had also stood up. Her hands were clenched tightly, and her face was full of tension. The outcome of this match might determine Iron Stone's future.

"What's going on?"

Iron Hand's fingers were about to crush Violent Wolf's throat, but in the next instant, his expression changed drastically. His claw felt as though it had gripped some strange flesh—soft and impossible to exert force against, yet indestructible, with a rebounding force that numbed his fingers.

Bang!

Violent Wolf's palm struck heavily against Iron Hand's head.

Iron Hand froze abruptly. Then blood poured from his nose and mouth, and his eyes reddened with blood. He stared fixedly at Violent Wolf.

"Indestructible Diamond..."

He forced out the words with difficulty, then spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed backward.

Violent Wolf remained standing without moving. He calmly watched Iron Hand fall. Several red finger marks had appeared on his neck, but he seemed to be unharmed.

Bang!

Qin Yuanping, who had just been wearing a victorious expression, crushed his cup again and sprang to his feet. His face was pale, and his lips trembled. "He... he cultivated the Iron Shirt!"

"Whether it was the Iron Shirt or not, Iron Hand lost!"

Young Master Chen was no longer nervous. His face was full of smiles as he raised his wine cup and waved it at Qin Yuanping. "Thanks, Young Master Qin. You gave me more than twenty million in one night. You're truly a great friend!"

"You... cheated!"

Qin Yuanping pointed furiously at Young Master Chen, his face pale with anxiety.

"Qin Yuanping!"

Young Master Chen's face darkened. He slammed his wine cup heavily onto the table and shouted in a low voice, "A bet is a bet. You were the one who wanted this match, and it happened under everyone's watchful eyes. Tell me, where was the cheating? If you can't afford to lose, then don't compete!"

"Qin Yuanping, that's rather meaningless, isn't it? How are we supposed to have fun together in the future?"

Zhou Shaojiang said with a half-smile, holding his wine cup.

"Who says I can't afford to lose!"

Qin Yuanping's expression was ugly as he looked at Young Master Chen. "I lost this round. Next time, I'll definitely win back my honor!" With that, he flicked his sleeve and left.

"Young Master!"

After Qin Yuanping walked out, several people were waiting at the door, all apparently bodyguards. Two burly men in black approached with grave expressions. "Iron Hand is already dead!"

Qin Yuanping raised a hand to stop him and said in a low voice, "Take Iron Hand's body back!"

Accompanied by his bodyguards, he took the elevator down to the third underground level.

All kinds of luxury cars were parked there.

Iron Hand's corpse was carried out by two men and placed inside an SUV.

Qin Yuanping's eyes were filled with rage. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Give the corpse to Master Wei and tell him who killed him. Also, find out Violent Wolf's true identity for me!"

"Oh, and Iron Mask too. Investigate him thoroughly. He made me lose ten million, so he has to die as well!"

"Yes, Young Master!"

The bodyguard answered respectfully. Qin Yuanping looked once more at Iron Hand's corpse, then turned and got into a car nearby. The two cars drove away.