Violent Wolf Fights Iron Hand

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

He hurriedly checked the information on the Bronze Mirror.

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

[Tiger Subduing Fist: Elementary Mastery (288/1000)]

Tiger Subduing Stance had gained thirty points, while Tiger Subduing Fist had actually gained over forty—equivalent to an entire day of training.

"Sure enough, fighting at the limit works!"

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

By then, the next match had already begun on the stage. It was Violent Wolf's turn. Hearing the unprecedentedly fierce cheers from the arena, Fang Mo did not hurry to leave and quickly 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 over his face. He was well-proportioned and of average height, standing atop the ring as still as the windless air.

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

The bets on this match had already reached thirty million. The two sides were evenly matched, though Black Wolf held a slight edge of four or five million.

"Close the cage!"

At the host's command, Iron Hand abruptly raised his head, his eyes locking directly onto Violent Wolf.

Suddenly, Iron Hand let out a piercing shriek. His body soared into the air, truly like a hunting eagle swooping down upon Violent Wolf.

At that moment, Violent Wolf moved as well. His body shot forward, and a Piguazhang Palm lashed out.

Palm and claw collided with a dull thud. Both men retreated together, then immediately charged forward again and crashed into each other.

The two exchanged blows at lightning speed, sharp cracks ringing out across the arena without pause.

Fang Mo had thought Violent Wolf seemed rather quiet, but he had not expected him to be so fierce as well. His palm techniques were incomparably violent, somewhat like Piguazhang Palm. Iron Hand's iron claws used Eagle Claw Skill, equally domineering. The two clashed rapidly, locked in an inseparable battle.

The music in the arena thundered even louder. People roared and cheered in excitement, men and women screaming as they wildly danced their bodies to vent their frenzy.

Fang Mo was puzzled. Iron Hand knew Eagle Claw Skill—could he be someone from the Eagle Claw Sect? Lately, the Xiongying Martial Arts School had been on fire, defeating quite a few martial arts schools. It looked as though it was poised to become Yunyang's number one martial arts school.

Inside a private room, Young Master Chen wore a solemn expression, his gaze fixed on the stage. His grip on the cup in his hand tightened.

"Eagle Claw Skill!"

His hand loosened again. He looked toward Qin Yuanping and revealed a faint smile. "So that's why Young Master Qin was willing to bet against me. You invited an expert from the Eagle Claw Sect!"

"What, Young Master Chen? Afraid?"

The unpleasant look had likewise vanished from Qin Yuanping's face, replaced by a confident smile. "I didn't falsify his strength, nor did I hold back during testing. Young Master Chen saw all of that himself!"

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

Young Master Chen laughed heartily.

Young Master Zhou and the short-haired young man exchanged a glance, communicating with their eyes, but neither spoke. Their attention returned to the fighting ring.

At that moment, the two had reached the fiercest point of their battle.

"Soaring Eagle Ten Thousand Miles!"

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

Violent Wolf's arms spun like wheels, blocking and striking in quick succession. His sleeves were torn apart by the eagle claws and flew everywhere. His body retreated continuously. Clearly, he was struggling against the Eagle Claw attacks and had fallen into a disadvantage.

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

"Good chance—Divine Eagle Nine Seizures!"

Light burst from Iron Hand's eyes. He released a shrill eagle cry, his body leaping into the air as both claws shot straight for Violent Wolf's eyes.

"Drill Fist!" Violent Wolf roared as well. His fists blasted out and collided with the eagle claws. But the claws suddenly changed from grasping to shaking, knocking both fists aside. Then the eagle claws drove straight through the centerline, heading directly for Violent Wolf's throat.

The move was both fast and concealed. Violent Wolf seemingly had no time to evade.

Bang! The eagle claws seized Violent Wolf's throat squarely, Iron Hand's eyes filled with murderous intent.

Yet madness burst from Violent Wolf's eyes. He neither dodged nor evaded, instead flipping his palm toward Iron Hand's head.

"Die! Throat Lock Strike!"

A savage gleam flashed through Iron Hand's eyes as he shouted sharply and clenched his claw. He could normally crush even wood in his grip, much less a throat. Once the throat was crushed, how could Violent Wolf retain any power to attack? Thus, he did not care at all about the palm coming at him.

"The winner is about to be decided!"

The entire boxing arena fell silent in an instant. Everyone held their breath and watched, many rising to their feet with tense expressions.

The women covered their mouths, but their eyes shone with excitement.

Young Master Chen abruptly shot to his feet, his face turning pale. If Violent Wolf lost, his boxing arena would lose twenty million.

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

Qin Yuanping, however, looked thrilled, victory blazing from his eyes.

In another private room, Xu Manli had risen as well. Her hands were clenched tightly, her face taut with anxiety. The outcome of this match might determine ironstone's future.

"What's going on?"

Iron Hand's fingers were just about to crush Violent Wolf's throat when his expression abruptly changed. His clawed hand felt as though it had grabbed some peculiar flesh—soft and yielding, impossible to get a grip on, yet indestructibly tough. There was even a rebounding force that numbed his fingers.

Violent Wolf's palm slammed heavily onto Iron Hand's head.

Iron Hand went completely rigid. Then blood poured from his mouth and nose, his eyes bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Violent Wolf.

"Diamond not..."

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

Violent Wolf remained standing where he was. He calmly watched Iron Hand fall to the ground. Several red finger marks had appeared on his neck, but he seemed perfectly fine.

Qin Yuanping, whose face had been full of triumph moments ago, crushed another cup in his hand and shot to his feet. His face was pale, his lips trembling. "He... he cultivated the Iron Cloth Shirt!"

"Whether it's the Iron Cloth Shirt or not, Iron Hand lost!"

Young Master Chen no longer looked nervous. Smiling broadly, he raised his wineglass and gave Qin Yuanping a little shake of it. "Thanks, Young Master Qin. You gave me over twenty million in one night. You're truly a fine friend!"

"You... you cheated!"

Pale and frantic, Qin Yuanping pointed angrily at Young Master Chen and shouted.

"Qin Yuanping!"

Young Master Chen's expression darkened sharply. He slammed his wineglass onto the table and said in a low voice, "A bet is a bet. You were the one who demanded this match, and it was fought in full view of everyone. Tell me, where was the cheating? If you can't afford to lose, then don't come to compete!"

"Qin Yuanping, that's no fun. How are we supposed to enjoy ourselves together in the future?"

Young Master Zhou said with a half-smile, holding his wineglass.

"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, but next time, I'll definitely win back my face!" With that, he flung his sleeve and left.

"Young Master!"

When Qin Yuanping stepped outside, several people were waiting by the door, all of them apparently bodyguards. Two burly men in black approached him with grave expressions. "Iron Hand is already dead!"

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

With his bodyguards in tow, he entered the elevator and went down to the third basement level.

All kinds of luxury cars were parked there.

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

Qin Yuanping's eyes were filled with rage as he gritted his teeth. "Hand the body over to Master Wei and tell him who killed him. Also, find out Violent Wolf's true identity for me!"

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

"Yes, Young Master!"

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