Act.12: It's So Easy-Simple Enough to Kill
[Part 1: A Simple Process]
"Won't there be any danger?" A Xing asked suspiciously, fearing that these criminals involved in the underworld might tamper with the spirit-summoning ceremony.
If it were a simple tournament, it would just be thirteen fair duels between knights.
With halftime breaks and snacks like Guangling San xiaolongbao and White Lady products to replenish energy, the Big Sister fears no opponent.
To be honest, when A Xing heard about this ridiculous spirit-summoning ceremony, she almost burst out laughing. This girl had been holding back for half a year, just waiting for this day.
"There is only one rule: the use of any soul power is prohibited."
The Big Sister sat on the southwest side of the hall, clutching a pack of cigarettes in her hand— Marlboro in red and white packaging.
She doesn't smoke, but just like her sister Jielina said, in this godforsaken place, if she doesn't smoke, no one will acknowledge her friendship.
"Summoning spirits is forbidden?" Meteor pondered. "Does it mean that no matter what level one evolves to, using spirits in battle is prohibited? What if they cheat?"
"There are over six hundred eyes watching the arena, no need to worry." Xue Ming tossed a cigarette to one of the Tyrannosaurus Warrior Gang and immediately received an electrolyte drink in return.
The young man gave the new girl a simple, honest smile, lit a cigarette, and then quickly went back to work.
Xue Ming: "And as long as I beat them—I won't even need to actively seek out Duran and Flavia."
A Xing: "That's right! They'll definitely recognize you!"
"So I'm going to stick to this act." Xue Ming patted A Xing sister, and pointed to the other opponents in the guild, "The leaders of these battle groups and guilds all have an average KDA of over 6.8. Do you know what that means?"
A Xing kept shaking his head.
Xue Ming: "That means they're incapable of fighting and rarely kill anyone themselves."
A Xing nodded repeatedly.
Xue Ming: "The survival rules for gangsters are different from ours. A Xing —I will personally take action and resolve this trouble thoroughly. I will leave no loose ends and handle things cleanly and neatly."
A Xing: "Oh! G117! You mean, these thugs are probably no match for you at all?"
"I've been practicing for the past six months to fully adapt to this game account." Xue Ming took a cassette tape from a drawer on the main stage of the club and tossed it to the props team member. It was the tape that was playing in the airport terminal when she first met Duran: "The Last Night on Earth".
Xue Ming believed that with Duran's memory and his ability to access the [Timeline], he would definitely be able to recognize this body.
Next, she put on fingerless gloves, tied her hair tie, and began to warm up.
She spoke to the A Xing.
"I am very strong now."
At the time, A Xing couldn't quite understand the meaning of those six words from Xue Ming's mouth.
Even Bu Liuxing himself, the male protagonist, didn't have a clear understanding of the Big Sister's mixed martial arts abilities.
The last time they faced off in the ring was half a year ago. Since then, A Xing has been accompanying Bailu to study in Galahad.
The previous time, when Xiao Qi and the Big Sister fought, Xiaoqi scored Xiao Qi points, while the Big Sister landed 37 effective blows, resulting in a direct knockout. Xiao Qi's head has an extremely strong ability to withstand blows, and the Big Sister almost beat her fiancée beyond recognition, forcing her to undergo plastic surgery on the spot.
A Xing's understanding of Big Sister's combat power was still limited to the time she used firearms to wipe out hundreds of vampires from the Rose Sect. Moreover, she was using a male character account at the time, wreaking havoc at the racetrack, and had no idea how Xue Ming had managed to do it.
As the woman crouched and stood up in front of the 15x15 meter ring, stretching her waist and warming up with high knee jumps.
The leaders of the various factions in the guild hall also placed bets, wanting to increase their stakes.
If G117 defeats just one opponent, he can win back the 100,000 yuan ransom he owes.
The more than four thousand convicts at the Blackland Royal Hotel participated in multiple rounds of betting.
The odds for winning 1 out of 13 have reached 1:318.
Such high odds also indicate that people are not optimistic about this woman in her early twenties.
Although she is a vampire, according to the combat standards of the Spirit Summoning Ceremony, her opponents are all fighting on their home turf.
The first three are the best in the field of unarmed combat, while the last three go straight into weapon combat. Once injured, even Universal Elixir will hardly be able to heal nerve damage in a short time. If they suffer broken bones and torn flesh, even if they are healed immediately, it will be extremely difficult to defeat the next energetic opponent with weapons.
Time is up.
The Christmas party had just begun when Butler Edward announced the program to the distinguished guests.
Interrogator Mike, the general affairs officer, and the hotel manager delivered speeches and offered their blessings.
Next came the speech by the Lord of Cinder's representative, and then Miss Penny began tattooing the new guest.
Finally, it was the gifts people gave to the newlyweds Jielina and Jello, and the celebratory words of congratulations at the wedding banquet.
Finally, the knightly tournament has arrived.
Xue Ming stepped onto the ring and felt a heat rising down his spine.
Hundreds of eyes were fixed on her, and more than three thousand television sets were broadcasting the scene.
She wasn't nervous or afraid; she simply stared coldly at her opponent.
The seats around the hall were divided into different colors and flags according to different factions, warbands, and gangs, like a demonic legion in purgatory with different demonic pools.
A young man in his mid-twenties, a white European, jumped onto the stage from the opposite side of the ring.
The Hydra faction in the hall immediately erupted in thunderous cheers.
The Falcon Gang's leader Kun En, and the leader of Hydra stood together, chatting and laughing heartily, addressing each other as brothers.
Kun En: "I am deeply moved that you were able to invite the Killer King Moen, to help me."
"It cost a lot of money." The Hydra leader raised an eyebrow, mimicking Bei Chen Hung Mun Arts Academy by holding a teacup—it was all pretentious, like Easterners trying to imitate Western etiquette, a kind of inexplicable trendy ritual. "I don't want this woman to win either. If she wins a match, we'll lose 100,000. Don't say I'm helping you; I'm helping myself."
Kun En was met with a cold shoulder, but he wasn't angry. Hydra wanted to make a good start, so let them show off their power.
Bullying women isn't a skill, but beating this woman to death in the ring is like shitting on a Tyrannosaurus Rex warrior's head—that's what Kun En loves to see most.
As for who this Killer King Moen, is?
He comes from Mimir Hot Spring Market and is a fellow townsman of Teacher Wen Bucai. However, he is more lucky and travels around committing crimes. He likes to kill people and eat their flesh raw. He is a pure blood-bearing unit. The calamity beast that he blesses is a dragon-like creature, which is rarer and stronger than the Earth Dragon units of the Skull and Bones Society.
This man was bloodthirsty and committed heinous assaults in various prisons, making him difficult to control. Furthermore, because he helped several Madness Butterfly Sect organizations hire hitmen, he had a lot of clues in his mind and was an important tainted witness. In the end, he could only be sent to the Blackland Royal Hotel for custody, earning him the nickname "King of Killers."
It's the simplest, most corny nickname, and the most direct killer's style.
He was six and a half feet tall, the same height as a shooting star.
He can raise his arm to protect half of his head.
He grinned menacingly at the Big Sister, yet refused to bow down or hunch over to a woman, not even daring to adopt the most basic fighting stance. It was a silent mockery, a conviction that the person before him was unworthy to be his enemy.
Moen had no hair, no eyebrows, and his fingers were bare with no fingerprints.
Without a doubt, he was a professional killer.
"I'll tear you to pieces, little sister. My favorite thing to do is tear pretty girls like you apart. It feels so good to beat women; they're so soft. They bleed at the slightest touch, and when my fist hits flesh, they start screaming."
These words were like the beating of drums on a battlefield, a call to arms.
Kun En was calm and composed, feeling a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. The lottery ticket he had just bought was about to be redeemed for a huge prize, which was a double celebration.
Xue Ming did not move or respond.
She remained standing, like a cast-iron sculpture.
If you don't look closely, you might not even notice her breathing.
She maintained the most basic arm-raised stance, keeping her core as tight as possible, ready to fight at any moment.
Tyrannosaurus Warrior Andro was worried for the little girl. He followed Jello and Jielina to A Xing's side, still not daring to place a heavy bet on this seemingly weak vampire woman. It was a losing proposition no matter how you looked at it.
Mr. Hasben arrived too, and he questioned A Xing aggressively.
How could you let her go into the ring?
"Your sister will die!"
"If she doesn't use her Soul Power, how could she possibly be a match for that guy!?"
"This is a fundamental difference; she's at least four orders of magnitude inferior to Moen!"
These words sounded perfectly ordinary to A Xing.
--The sparring match between Xue Ming and Liu Xing was an unfair fight that spanned four weight classes.
This kind of combat environment happens to be the one that Xue Ming is most familiar with, most skilled at, and has practiced countless times.
"We've had enough time already." A Xing curled her lip, her face full of disdain. "We'll see."
This phrase, "it's been a long time," refers to Xue Ming's combat habits.
That hunched posture as he faced the enemy was Xue Ming observing the enemy's physical constitution and analyzing the soft tissue of the arm span and hip joints.
[Part ② The Deadly Process]
To prevent the criminals from mistakenly harming the judges, Edward's old butler personally took on the role of arbitrator.
He loudly announced the rules of the game—
"--Psionic abilities are prohibited. There are no restrictions on the range of strikes. All actions must adhere to street fighting rules. Strikes to the groin and back of the head are permitted until the opponent is completely incapacitated."
"The newborn wins, and the séance fee of 100,000 Hui Stone Currency will be waived."
"Moen wins, and the Hydra Chapter will gain ownership of the newborn."
Edward looked at Xue Ming with concern and whispered something.
"Sister, I told you to find a good employer, but Andro isn't planning to protect you. You should choose [Scarlet Duke]; perhaps my master will protect you."
Xue Ming interrupted, "When will the fight begin?"
Edward was taken aback for a moment, then immediately spoke.
"Start the fight!"
The moment the duel began--
Moen, taking advantage of his height and wingspan, charged towards Xue Ming with his arms outstretched.
He imagined various scenarios in his mind, such as his opponent running back and forth, darting across the wide arena, trying to create distance.
This was almost the most numerous chase and battle he had ever experienced in his life. He had a wealth of experience in carrying out execution procedures when facing enemies weaker than himself.
This time, however, as he took those five big steps with great enthusiasm, Moen finally snapped out of his excitement and became alert.
The opponent didn't run away; he simply stayed put.
This enraged him!
How dare this woman be so audacious!
Why didn't you run away? Instead, you stayed put?
Does she know absolutely nothing? Why did she come to the ring like that?
Doesn't she understand the situation? Has she forgotten what fear feels like?
Listen to those heavy footsteps; the nylon ring is practically shaking under their weight!
You must be terrified! I'll give you plastic surgery with my fists right now.
Thinking like this--
--Moen threw a powerful straight punch.
The fist generated a gust of wind, like the shelling of a tank.
Too much happened in the blink of an eye, and a sharp, piercing sound of bones cracking erupted from the arena.
The leader of the Falcon Gang spat out a mouthful of tea, almost unable to believe what he was seeing.
The other henchmen's dynamic vision wasn't very good, but the Eagle Falcon's eyes were extremely sharp.
--A moment later, several deep, booming sounds came from Moen's tall back, as if he had been hit by bullets. His body trembled, and then he knelt down weakly.
He couldn't even utter a sound of pain.
The murderer stood frozen, his face ashen, both arms broken behind his back.
The soft flesh from my thighs to my waist and abdomen looked like it had been kicked several times, and the skin was torn and bleeding.
He didn't react at all, as if his brain hadn't even had time to process what was happening before he lost all consciousness.
He remained kneeling upright, but was unable to fight; half of his chin was tilted to one side.
From the start of the fight to its end, only ten seconds passed.
The people in the hall were deathly silent, and cold sweat beaded on Kun En's forehead.
He saw it very clearly: in that brief exchange, G117's fighting skills were so terrifying that, with his limited life experience, he simply couldn't grasp the rhythm of the boxing.
On the other hand, Bei Chen, the teacher at the Hung Mun Martial Arts Academy, was quite surprised, and his eyes became even more respectful.
He spoke to the newsboy and Hung Mun disciples around him.
"Just now--"
" --Moen advanced with a right straight punch, and she countered with her right hand, striking with equal force."
Bei Chen made a boxing gesture, showing his middle and index fingers.
"The way he lifted the teacup was meant to stimulate the numbness in the elbow, but unexpectedly it directly broke the forearm joint."
"At the same time, she kicked out, the footwork was like a combination of a jump and a step, using the impact of Moen's straight punch, her left fist slammed into the thick flesh of this big guy's hip bone, the force penetrating three inches. Did you see this killer king's back pocket and ripped jeans? That wasn't kicked out by his legs, it was scraped off by his fist."
"Moen missed a punch and a kick but felt no pain. When she tried to retaliate, she was intercepted—she combined parrying and striking with knees and elbows in one move. The destructive power of those steel knees and iron elbows almost turned Moen's beastly left arm into three pieces of mangled flesh. After two rounds, Moen lost the will to fight."
"Then came the execution. Two blows with his right hand shattered six of Moen's ribs, Moen lost consciousness."
"When she performs a supporting punch, her punching speed is 17.8. Her left and right hands are equally powerful. When switching between the forward and reverse stances, it's like she's dancing. Her power flows smoothly and continuously through her body."
"Young men."
Teacher Bei Chen put his legs down and stopped sitting in the posture of a big man with his legs crossed, immediately becoming serious and cautious.
"On the ring is a martial artist proficient in mixed martial arts, ancient Chinese boxing, Jeet Kune Do, and Aikido."
"No, that's not right. He should be called a grandmaster."