The Victor, Iron Mask

The Victor: Iron Mask

War Bear had long arms, his hands as large as bear claws.

Fang Mo could only keep dodging, bursting forward whenever he found an opening in an attempt to strike his weak points. Yet each time, War Bear's mutually destructive fighting style forced him back.

War Bear's Movement Technique and speed were inferior to Fang Mo's, allowing Fang Mo to evade him time and again. War Bear let out furious roars.

The two chased and fought in circles around the ring.

War Bear was already panting from exhaustion, while Fang Mo's head was drenched in sweat.

He too was utterly exhausted. His mind was stretched taut, and he had held nothing back in speed. The moment his opponent caught him, defeat would be inevitable.

But the spectators were growing impatient.

"Fight already! We came to watch a match, not a cat chasing a mouse!"

"No running! Stop and fight!"

"War Bear, I'll tip a thousand! Kill that brat!"

The crowd in the stands shouted angrily. Some hurled liquor bottles to vent their displeasure, while others threw money.

"Brat, let's see where you can run now!"

War Bear roared excitedly, his speed erupting once more as he pounced toward Fang Mo.

"I can't keep dodging!"

Fang Mo's eyes narrowed. His opponent's stamina was better than his; if this continued, he would be the first to run out of strength, and then defeat would be certain.

He could only gamble everything. Besides, he had found his opponent's weakness.

Watching War Bear pounce, he charged out as well. Just as the two were about to collide, he suddenly accelerated. Like a kite darting into the woods, he slipped past War Bear's hands and crashed into his embrace.

"Is he looking to die?"

"That kid's gone mad! He can't break War Bear's defense. The moment War Bear wraps him up, he'll snap his waist in two!"

Young Master Chen and the others in the private room cried out in alarm at the sight.

War Bear was clearly battle-hardened as well. Seeing Fang Mo charge into his arms, a cruel expression appeared on his face.

"Brat, trying that move again? Die!"

His arms suddenly clamped inward. He had trained this move specifically; he could crush trees in his embrace, let alone Fang Mo's scrawny frame.

He would squeeze him until he burst, innards spraying everywhere.

Double Logic Beard!

Fang Mo's gaze sharpened. His fists changed into open palms, and he thrust upward with explosive force.

His palms struck directly beneath War Bear's chin. The sound of teeth smashing together rang out like clashing steel.

War Bear let out a scream of agony, his head snapping back as his body staggered backward. He clutched his mouth with both hands and howled in pain, blood pouring from between his lips. In that collision, he had bitten his tongue; whether it had been bitten off was impossible to tell.

Elbow Heart Top!

Fang Mo gave a low shout, stepped forward, and closed in within three strides. His elbow blasted into War Bear's chest.

The tremendous force drove War Bear backward, sending him crashing heavily into the iron cage.

Blood spurted from War Bear's nose and mouth. He clutched his chest in agony. That was the location of the Juque Acupoint—few people could withstand the impact of an elbow strike there.

"How is that possible?"

"How did he do it?"

"What a move! Used to perfection—placing himself in death before finding life!"

In the stands and private rooms, many people rose to their feet, their eyes filled with shock.

Qin Yuanping also sprang to his feet. He strode several steps to the window and stared fixedly at the ring.

Xu Manli stood as well, astonishment in her eyes. The situation had been far too perilous just moments ago. Fang Mo had been on the brink of despair, yet he had turned it around at the critical moment. War Bear's face was covered in blood, and his injuries were anything but light.

"I'm going to kill you!"

War Bear roared furiously, though his words came out muffled. One hand pressed against his chest as he rose to his feet, while the other clenched into a fist and smashed toward Fang Mo.

War Bear's physical constitution truly was formidable. Even after such a heavy Elbow Heart Top, he could still stand.

Yet Fang Mo did not retreat. Instead, he met him head-on, caught War Bear's fist, and used a Taiji Embrace Hand.

He pulled War Bear backward, throwing off his balance and causing his body to lunge forward. Then Fang Mo swept out his leg, kicking War Bear squarely in the leg.

War Bear's massive body flew out and crashed heavily to the ground, making the entire floor rumble.

War Bear spat out blood again.

He was already huge, and that heavy fall left him unable to rise for the moment.

Fang Mo instantly followed up, delivering a grinding kick to his head and sending War Bear rolling away again. Several teeth flew from his mouth, and blood splattered across the ground as he rolled.

"War Bear, get up!"

"War Bear, you piece of trash, get up! If you lose, I'll kill you!"

The people in the stands roared furiously. They had placed heavy bets on War Bear, and now they directed all their rage at him.

"Looks like I'll be gladly accepting that ten million today, Young Master Qin!"

A smile appeared on Chen Xu's face, sweeping away the gloom that had clouded his eyes before.

"It's not over yet. Don't jump to conclusions!"

Qin Yuanping looked calm, but the veins on the hand gripping his glass bulged fiercely.

Ten million was no small sum even to him. Losing ten million would be hard to explain when he got home, and it would disrupt his original plans.

As though provoked, War Bear let out a furious roar, pressed both hands to the ground, and sprang violently back to his feet.

"Good, War Bear's up!"

"War Bear, kill him!"

The spectators erupted in excited cheers at the sight. Even Qin Yuanping's eyes lit up, a smile appearing on his face.

At that moment, Fang Mo suddenly leaped up, pouncing onto War Bear's head like a fierce tiger.

"Tiger Palm Double Ear Punch!"

Fang Mo roared as his tiger-claw hands slammed fiercely against War Bear's ears. The impact of several hundred kilograms of force was utterly terrifying.

War Bear instantly went blank. His ears rang violently, and he could hear nothing at all.

Fang Mo landed, breathing hard.

At that moment, the entire boxing gym fell into a deathly silence, so quiet it was frightening. Every gaze was fixed firmly on the ring.

War Bear's body swayed. Blood flowed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

His body lost its balance and slowly toppled backward.

His body crashed onto the ground, making the entire ring shudder violently, as though it had smashed into everyone's chest.

Qin Yuanping crushed the wineglass in his hand.

War Bear had lost. Even if that blow did not kill him, it would cost him half his life. No one could take such a heavy strike and remain unharmed.

"Fuck!"

"War Bear, you piece of trash! You made me lose a hundred thousand!"

"Why don't you just die? Iron Mask, kill him!"

The spectators instantly exploded, hurling the bottles in their hands toward the ring as curses shook the heavens.

The iron cage opened, and the host rushed in with several people to examine War Bear's injuries. He immediately had him carried out for treatment, knowing that with such injuries, he could no longer fight.

"I declare Iron Mask the winner of this round!"

The host stepped forward excitedly, grabbed Fang Mo's hand, and raised it high.

"Boo!"

"Kid, I'm going to kill you! Just you wait!"

Those in the stands were either booing or throwing things and shouting curses to vent their dissatisfaction.

"I won! One to three—ten thousand turned into thirty thousand!"

"My god, I bet right too! Fifty thousand turned into a hundred and fifty thousand! Iron Mask, I love you!"

Some who had placed long-shot bets shouted excitedly instead.

It was practically a roller coaster ride. They had thought their money had been thrown into the water, only to find themselves making a killing. If they had known, they would have bet more.

"Young Master Qin, thank you for the ten million!"

Young Master Chen looked at Qin Yuanping and said with a smiling expression.

"It's only ten million. I can afford to lose it!"

Qin Yuanping snorted coldly.

"Haha, that feels great! One million turned into three million. I really do have a brilliant investment mind!"

The man in the blue suit laughed heartily.

The short-haired young man in casual clothes said with a smile, "Zhou Shaojiang, you have to treat us. I need to eat back my one million!"

Zhou Shaojiang immediately laughed aloud.

"If anyone's treating, it should be Young Master Chen. He won over ten million today. Isn't that right, Young Master Chen?"

Young Master Chen immediately smiled.

"No problem. You can pick anywhere you like tonight. Today, I'll definitely give Young Master Qin a proper treat—after all, he's the one who paid for it!"

Qin Yuanping's expression turned ugly. His gaze fell on Fang Mo atop the ring, murder flashing in his eyes.

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