Encore ② · [Unbreakable]

[We can take our clothes off when we're with our friends, but we have to wear armor when we're in battle.]

[--Lu Xun]

[Part 1 - Out Of The Fog]

The Hot Wind from the molten lava river brushed against the soldiers' faces.

The story has come to an end, but the passion in my heart remains undiminished.

Customs and performances from the Mimir Hot Spring Market will be staged at the Dionysus Festival.

They are separated by a railway line.

Wen Bucai and Victor gazed at each other from afar.

Two people, two guns.

A gamble.

A duel.

Victor rubbed his chin, head bowed in thought, "Wait for the next bus."

Wen Bucai crossed his arms and smiled brightly, "Are you serious?"

Victor: "The last time you beat me to a pulp was 164 years ago, to be precise, on a beautiful, sunny autumn day in October, in the Perfume Bottle Gang's lair, at the grand hotel on the commercial street. You mistook me for a sorcerer and knocked sixteen teeth out of my mouth—all because Jack was engrossed in my book. While reading 'Romance of the Dragon,' he barged into my study and peeked at my manuscript like a madman."

Wen Bucai: "Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Victor: "I hold grudges very much, I've always remembered them! Even after all this time, I still have a tiny bit of doubt about the fact that you're stronger than me!"

Romantic people are waiting for the train.

Although it might spoil the mood a bit--

--But Bloodhound Lady went berserk, putting thick Kevlar body armor on her employer and a level 3 helmet on Victor.

Victor: "You think I'll lose?"

Bloodhound: "No, no, no! That's not what I meant!"

Victor: "You think I'll lose? I'll use words as bullets! You must answer me with precise and deadly language!"

Bloodhound: "We can take our clothes off with our friends, but we wear armor in battle!"

Victor relented, "Alright."

Wen Bucai tossed the M500 at Victor.

He only had a thick fireproof suit, which could protect against fire but not bullets.

Victor caught the heavy hand cannon.

Wen Bucai said, "You're left-handed, you don't think I'm bullying you, do you?"

Victor replied, "I use both hands when I work; I can write with either hand, they're equally nimble."

The two men rotated the magazine to check the condition of the bullets and the weapon.

With arms hanging naturally at his sides, he waited for the train to roar into the air.

At this very moment, the knightly duel is about to begin.

Victor explained the details, "The instant the train departs, one or two people will fall down."

Wen Bucai inquired about the stakes, "How about some small stakes?"

Victor: "I want your journal! I want to empty the stories from your head and turn them into my own creations!"

Wen Bucai: "I advise you to quit gambling."

Victor: "As an equivalent bargaining chip, if I lose, I'll buy you three new motorcycles."

Wen Bucai: "What model?"

Victor: "Honda Golden Wing touring motorcycle, Suzuki Hayabusa racing motorcycle. If that's not enough and you want to be a true veteran, there are also three Harley models returning after a century of riding tradition—take your pick."

Wen Bucai: "Are you ready to get shot?"

Victor: "Didn't you just tell me to quit gambling?"

Wen Bucai: "Humans must always overcome their immaturity, just like the evolutionary process."

Victor: "Your eloquence in finding excuses to get to the gambling table has turned you into a literary figure."

More than fifty meters apart, the good brothers of Guangling Zhixi were still having a meal at the post station to celebrate the perfect end of their hunt.

Many Red Stone People had long since noticed this VIP duel and excitedly hid in the wall outpost, shining all their searchlights on the two knights.

Meteor suddenly stood up, casually tearing off his tattered scavenger clothes. "Ladies and gentlemen!--"

The waiter secretly slipped a microphone to A Xing, then pulled the audio cable to the locomotive of the Guangling Zhixi Rapid Reaction Force, and the broadcasting station began to broadcast enthusiastic announcements.

"I'm your new friend! My name is Bu Liuxing, the Bu Liuxing of 'Bu Liuxing,' but that's not important. Have you seen the French opera 'Rock Red and Black'? There's also a Jello Nemo who comes up to warm things up and is going to recite a long monologue for you."

"Look at Black Fang! Black Fang is the dragon-slaying hero from Mimir Hot Spring Market. He's wearing a fire-resistant suit, and I bet he's burning with rage to keep wearing it in this sweltering heat! You've probably heard of him before; he lost his stone and his club, and even his memories." A Xing gripped the microphone tightly, a roar of resentment escaping his throat. "Like the scavengers who lost their stone and club, like you, he can fight the dragon guarding his treasure within."

"LOE!--"

The sounds of Red Stone People.

"JOE!--"

Scavengers rose and fell in droves, their voices never ceasing.

The meteor climbed up the observation post and then pointed towards the red team.

"Red Fang also hails from Mimir Hot Spring Market, and you must know him well! He's a modern-day fashion crusader, a glamorous magazine darling, whose dancing and calligraphy are equally sexy. Whether you're a passenger or a traveler traversing the railway on foot, you've definitely seen this name in The <The Sun Times>: David Victor."

When evaluating his teacher, Meteor was ruthless and used sharp words.

"His street-corner literature won't reject any reader; it'll coax you open your heart, and you're sure to find a wonderful adventure!"

Whistles and screams.

There are also intense drumbeats urging people to fight, pounded with a cutting board and meat tenderizer, and Mongolian long songs sung in a primitive, low growl like ocean waves.

The crowd was like a pot of boiling water, gathered around the duel site.

The train emerged from a ravine in the farthest reaches of the tundra.

--At the same time.

Jiang Xueming and Jason are still playing.

They drove their truck into the wilderness.

The tricolor jackal is an extremely cunning creature; if it is not completely eradicated, it will surely return seeking revenge.

Two dump truck riders are competing in driving skills, Inspiration, and route planning in the dark.

Amidst the roar of the gasoline engine, the blood and flesh of the front-nose steel shovel are the knight's medals.

The score is now [11:33]

Jason's embarrassed expression and the cold sweat on his face showed that Xue Ming had worked very hard and diligently while practicing driving the dump truck.

The train passed Kengkou Station smoothly.

It stirred up a fierce wind, demonstrating the incredible power of the great machine of human production throughout history.

The power of the pyroxene exploded and roared in the engine, the steel wheels like blood-red beast eyes.

Pink steam drifted towards the ceiling of the cavity, while condensation carrying the smell of engine oil and earth fell down.

Unfamiliar faces flash by, perhaps people we are destined to never meet again in this life, but will meet again in the next.

The passengers on the bus looked out the window with curiosity, while the conductor patiently explained the local customs and traditions of the Mimir Hot Spring Market.

The spectators on both sides of the road were well-prepared, silent and wide-eyed, using various protective gear and iron pots to safeguard their vitals, taking off their sweltering outer garments and donning icy armor, fearing that stray bone fragments from the duel would take their unfortunate lives.

Under the powerful effect of the suspension bridge, the Inspiration Pressure increases step by step.

A couple who were strangers to each other suddenly began to kiss passionately, trying to use their instinct of love at first sight to overcome their inner fears.

The cheers lasted only a fleeting moment.

It's just a moment when people witness lovers finally getting married.

At this moment--

--The Bloodhound Lady was driven mad with jealousy, twisted to the point of being deformed.

Whether on stage or off stage.

Or perhaps it was the unfortunate souls behind the Bloodhound, those six Skull and Bones Society ministers, who were all inexplicably excited, craning their necks to urge the Lapis Lazuli Guards to move aside and not block the view of this spectacle.

With just a few punches and kicks, these middlemen at Mimir Hot Spring, who only made their money through shady means, immediately looked aggrieved.

"If you don't want me to watch, then don't watch. Don't hit me!"

The waiter had just reluctantly turned a new page on the scoreboard.

[22:55]

The employer had suffered a crushing defeat, but it wasn't completely over yet. She secretly prayed that the jackal wouldn't be ungrateful and would willingly crawl under the wheels of the car on its way back, allowing Mr. Jason to regain some face.

The moment the train departed --

--A strong wind whipped up billowing dust and sand.

The incarnation of the deity came in response to the master's summons.

The demon spewed flames amidst the thick smoke.

Its black fins gleamed with a ghostly blue light, flashing and disappearing into the mist.

The chaotic flurry of punches was followed by six gunshots that could shatter eardrums!

The sonic boom from the bullets created fist-sized craters in the smoke.

The result was as expected.

--Victor has been defeated!

The immense kinetic energy of the.50 Magnum round sent him flying, his bulletproof steel plate and Soul Power shattering together. He was like a ball, hit repeatedly in the chest, abdomen, and thighs. The thick armor shattered his bones, and the bullets sent him flying backward.

Before Victor could even land...

Wen Bucai burst out of the thick fog and tightly grabbed Victor's little cloth boots.

Like manipulating a doll, he straightened Victor and then offered him the Universal Elixir and steamed buns.

I reached out and caught the left-handed M500 just as it fell to the ground.

Wen Bucai said, "The excuses you come up with for attending banquets are so varied and artistic, you're really talented."

Victor's face was grim. The moment his soul power was shattered, his Gate of Death. He still couldn't believe that the difference in power between adult butterflies that had both undergone six transformations could be so enormous when they clashed wings.

He swallowed a steamed bun, injected himself with Universal Elixir, regained some strength, and, trying to sound tough, said, "Just think of it as me trying to find a way to give you the motorcycle."

Wen Bucai hugged Victor tightly. "I love you! More than marriage!"

Victor's face turned ashen. "I won't let go! Let go of my broken ribs! I just healed them!"

Wen Bucai: "Are you kidding me? You're lying to me?"

"Are you deaf?! Snap! That was so loud you didn't hear it? Do you think I'm a dragon? cough cough cough." Victor coughed softly, smelling blood in his throat. "A bone pierced my alveolus. I want coffee. Give me coffee."

Wen Bucai: "."

The duel is over--

--Another duel has just begun.

From the scene where the two VIPs exchanged gunfire, stray bullets scattered from the gunfire blew the head off an unfortunate wolfhound.

Its carcass rolled among the rocks of the tundra, crashing into the front shovel of Xue Ming's truck.

Jason immediately yelled into the radio, "This point doesn't count!"

Xue Ming: "I'll listen to you, it doesn't count."

The two returned to the market at Keng Hau Station and parked the blood-stained truck.

The final score of the wolf hunt was [23:62].

--It ended in a crushing defeat for Jason Megan.

The Dacian man was furious, thinking to himself.

[I'm not exactly a natural driver, I need to find another way! I've never seen this guy shoot before, how about a gunfight?]

To be honest--

Jason had indeed never seen Jiang Xueming fire a gun. Even in the warm bed, the moment Jiang Xueming used the Eye of the Blood Wolf's bullet vortex to intercept the flying stone fragments, Jason was unconscious. When coordinating the shooting with Wen Bucai, Jason was not present at all, had no radio, and was completely unaware of how terrifying Jiang Xueming's understanding of [Free-to-Play Martial Arts] was.

Jiang Xueming remained expressionless, his attention entirely focused on the truck.

He pondered it carefully.

[Its frame is probably made of chromium-molybdenum alloy, which is very heavy. Rally cars usually use this metal for their roll cages. I'm thinking, if I ever get a girlfriend... oh no, a dump truck... should I get her some cosmetic surgery? Definitely! This bike is so difficult to drive, and simply reducing its weight isn't enough; the overall balance of the bike is crucial.]

[Part ② - Stand My Ground]

"Hey!" Jason grabbed Jiang Xueming's clothes. "What are you thinking? Why are you laughing? Are you making fun of me?"

Jiang Xueming quickly explained, "I remembered something happy."

Jason retorted angrily, "Are you happy to have beaten me?"

Jiang Xueming: "No. I was just thinking about this car."

Jason: "It's not over yet! It's not over yet! Let's have a gunfight! I'm going to beat you!"

The waiter, listening from the side, was completely bewildered. "Employer, are you fucking tired of living?"

Jiang Xueming pulled out the Battle Master: "That works too."

Jason pulled out a Rhino revolver.

Thirty seconds later--

--It'll be quick, there's no need for an atmosphere-building team at all.

They hadn't even agreed on the stakes.

--It's already over!

Bu Liuxing, the announcer, only interjected briefly in his spare time, without a trace of emotion; it was all technique.

"Jiang Xueming, from some unknown department, defeated Jason, from another unknown department, without even casting a spell, using the Exorcism Weapon Spell. Brilliant!"

Even a meteor couldn't ignite during the entire process.

--It was too fast, almost a one-sided crushing victory.

Before Jason could even raise his Rhino revolver, he was already a step too slow to draw it. By the time he raised the muzzle, the weapon in his hand had turned into parts, into throwing knives, which pierced into the Kevlar and bulletproof plates, blasting him until his legs went weak.

Jason's fingers were covered in bruises and cuts, and he gritted his teeth in pain.

Setbacks and blows after blows.

He couldn't imagine how ruthless Jiang Xueming must be to possess such a strong fighting spirit, capable of instantly destroying the enemy's sharp teeth.

He needed to find a gentler approach, so that the process of determining the winner wouldn't be so violent and sudden, leading to defeat in the very first round.

"Come on, let's box! Let's get to the ring! Jiang Xueming!"

Then the Dacian man removed his bulletproof vest, took off his spirit clothes and shirt, revealing his well-proportioned muscular physique.

He wasn't particularly strong, but his physical constitution was excellent; this body could carry him up mountains and rocks, though it was far inferior to Bu Liuxing's.

Jiang Xueming took off MOLLE and unzipped his spirit robe. He went to the bustling post station market and got two pairs of boxing gloves and some protective wrappings.

Waiter: "Are you really serious, employer?"

Jason turned his head and asked, "What's wrong? Do you think my duel challenge is reckless and arrogant?"

The waiter pursed his lips, then suddenly burst out laughing.

Her smile is beautiful, like a sour plum candy, very sweet.

"Your Inspiration must be far stronger than mine. When facing Mr. Jiang Xueming, I couldn't muster any desire to fight him—not to make fun of you indirectly, but because a brave man draws his sword against the strong! Right now, you make me feel very at ease; your will is unbreakable and indestructible."

Jason grinned and ruffled the little waiter's hair.

"Wait for my good news of victory!"

The waiter nodded vigorously. "Yes!"

Jason: "On the contrary, I want to ask you, were you serious when you were cheering me on while drooling over someone else's abs and V-line?"

The waiter, with a preemptive air of accusation, frowned and said, "Employer, you really need to work on this—if you want me to wear the same style of dress as Marilyn Monroe, who would you look at?"

Jason thought carefully, "It's up to you."

The waiter took a deep breath, straightened his protruding head, and kept scratching his head, unable to figure it out—finally, he found an intriguing little emotion in his chestnut hair, and then stopped saying a word.

Using the food sacks and ramparts from the outpost as basic materials, a simple canvas arena was built.

The scavengers took off their patched clothes and twisted them into a rope.

He obtained damaged train parts from his good brother in Guangling Zhixi, wrapped them in thick, cold-proof wool, and they became the four corner pillars that the boxer could rely on.

The canvas blanket also bears the Masons's logo: a bright red millstone and carving knife.

It is a symbol of food and craftsmanship; the people living here are extremely skilled with their hands.

Whether it's making tools or fighting and hunting.

FOB radio's spotlight shone again as two boxers took to the stage.

Bu Liuxing was in the best vantage point, and he started yelling and screaming from the high point of the observation post.

"With the entrance to the tundra mine as the north, and in the southwest corner of the arena, lies the red corner of this triathlon duel—his name is Jiang Xueming."

"What is a triathlon, you ask? It's driving around hunting, fighting and shooting, and finally, wearing protective gear and taking off your clothes for a physical showdown! That's the triathlon at Mimir Hot Spring Market!"

"The blue team player in the northeast corner, named Jason Megan, is a seasoned veteran. According to the best-of-three rule, he should have swallowed his tears of defeat long ago. But this player is not so easily defeated! He has climbed back from the hell of shame and defeat time and time again—"

The waiter handed over a small note at just the right moment.

Bu Liuxing took the note and read it.

"The blue boxer is 188 centimeters tall and weighs 77 kilograms. His reach is significantly longer than Jiang Xueming's, putting him in a weight class several weight classes above his opponent. According to normal boxing rules, this is an extremely unfair match, and Jiang Xueming could have easily forfeited it."

Jiang Xueming raised his fist, assuming a fighting stance.

Bu Liuxing cheered, "I've never seen Ming Ge so enthusiastic! He didn't refuse! Then let's do it according to the rules of the Mimir Hot Spring Market! No referees, no rounds, no points or invalid strikes—in the boxing ring, only the chin is fair."

"Everyone's chin is so fragile. Even a punch with seventy pounds of force, if delivered at the right angle, can shake the brain and cause the body to faint and collapse."

Bu Liuxing stood up and raised his arms, shouting along with the cheers of the audience.

"The match begins and continues until one person falls!"

A boxing game where the winner is decided by the hands.

The first step is to identify the opponent's left fist, which is called a jab in boxing and a backhand in martial arts combat.

Within the reach of the left fist, a heavy strike from the rear hand can immediately follow.

At this very moment--

Jason's left arm gives Jiang Xueming a natural advantage.

He was almost two positions ahead of Xue Ming in the attack, constantly probing with sharp jabs, lightly tapping his opponent's side upper arm, trying to block Jiang Xueming's path.

His expression was stern, and he was alert and observant.

Bu Liuxing squatted down on the commentary platform at the right time, observing the color of the two men's muscles.

"The red team is observing the blue team's reach, a tactic Ming Ge often uses. The attacker will expend more energy than the receiver—so what should we do, Jason? Let me give you a heads-up: Ming Ge's punching speed is 18.7. If he gets into your arms, you absolutely won't be able to withstand his relentless barrage of attacks, because I've experienced the pain of those combination punches firsthand!"

Before the words had even finished --

Xue Ming changed his pace.

He started jumping, expending more energy, and began switching between forehand and backhand stances, trying to change the rhythm of his opponent's jabs.

Jason was thrown into disarray.

--The originally rhythmic pushing and slapping was intended to push the short Jiang Xueming beyond his arm's reach.

The little guy's alternating steps now resemble dancing.

When your mind is in turmoil, your fists follow suit.

The feeling of missing with your lead hand is extremely unpleasant, like trying to grab onto a piece of driftwood in the ocean. That sense of security is gone, and you can't keep up with your opponent's pace at all!

He unleashed a series of thrusting attacks down the arm.

Sweat leaves its mark in the air, and a loud whistling sound in the wind.

Jason's opponent is Jiang Xueming.

--That cold, ruthless face, the edge of the azure boxing glove lightly grazed it, drawing a tiny drop of blood, just a hair's breadth away.

Jason's left arm moved like a spring, extending and retracting, as he cautiously pursued his target.

"Snap--"

The crisp slapping sound brought forth blood. Xue Ming's eyes could spot and easily deflect this weak, powerless fist, which lacked any support.

Jason's right arm, which had been lurking in the shadows, was starting to act up. He couldn't contain his impatience and wanted to use a wide-ranging hook punch to grab his agile opponent!

Jiang Xueming: "Keep it up!"

Jason was stunned. "What do you mean!?"

Jiang Xueming: "The literal meaning."

An indescribable sense of shame welled up inside me.

Jason's emotions were instantly ignited--

He wouldn't back down! He didn't want to take another step back!

A series of rapid, quick step-back attacks followed.

Jason used all his strength, but the more he fought, the more alarmed he became.

The black-haired youth crouched low, protecting his head as he shook his head, like an irregular pendulum.

The arm brushed against his hair and forehead, grazing the bright red boxing gloves.

Jason's arms swung lower and lower with each blow.

Jiang Xueming avoided almost all attacks by crouching, but he didn't dodge or evade the occasional punches that came from exhaustion, using the thick muscles of his shoulders and neck and his upper arms to withstand them.

Until their sweat soaked through the millstone and carving knife, Jason finally seized a sliver of opportunity. He suddenly saw that when Jiang Xueming covered her face with her arms, her eyes went unfocused for a moment! It was a gap in her defense, the very Gate of Death!

A powerful rear punch slammed down!

At that moment-

Jason lost consciousness.

He felt as if a bull had gored him hard in the cheek.

But the audience below the stage could see it clearly.

The red boxer is like a highly skilled hunter.

--It was as if they were fighting against a physically strong beast.

Waiting for the moment when the beast is exhausted, the hunter feigns weakness.

The wild beast pounced, exposing its vital Gate of Death!

"Jason takes the counterattack! That punch landed squarely!" Bu Liuxing saw it clearly. "Just as he was about to deliver a downward straight punch! The red guy's left arm, rising from below, blocked the attacker's right arm! The fist, originating from the outside of the elbow, pecked into the blue guy's face!"

Jason's legs were trembling, almost instinctively, as he tried to maintain his brace position and protect his head.

Jiang Xueming's punches were incredibly fast, like machine gun fire, relentlessly striking Jason's lower abdomen, trying to find an opening in his head!

Bu Liuxing: "We can hold on! The Blue Team has protected their vitals! But can they endure the pain in their abdomen, liver, and kidneys? If you lower your stance, bend over, and use your hands to protect your stomach, Ming Ge will definitely punch you in the face! Hold the line!"

Jason wanted to retaliate.

Bu Liuxing: "Watch out, Jason!"

The arm that had just been raised was struck by Xue Ming's sharp and swift jabs, completely nipping the counterattack in the bud.

This is a fighting technique created to intercept the opponent's attack, and it is also the true meaning of Jeet Kune Do.

Jason's face turned ashen, and each blow to his waist and abdomen was not very powerful.

However, like water dripping on a stone—

These fists landed precisely on his most vulnerable and aggravated abdomen, time and again.

Clenching my teeth--

--Jason Megan!

He thought this, but still only protected his chin and cheekbones.

He tried to retaliate at such close range time and again.

--That's impossible; you can't even stretch out your arms.

As Jiang Xueming continued his retreating footwork, the quality of his punches decreased along with the pursuit!

He can't maintain such a high frequency and high quality of attacks indefinitely!

Listen carefully! Listen carefully, Jason!

Listen carefully

Listen to his breathing! Observe the sheen of his muscles!

If he stops, then it's my turn!

The audience below the ring didn't dare to breathe.

They had never seen such calm and rational combat.

The red and blue teams, positioned in a neat formation, use their bodies to measure the distance between the ring and their opponents. The most dangerous moment is when they collide with the ropes!

Since both sides were aware of each other's punching power, the only unknown factor was how much power the rope woven from the scavenger's clothing could add to the body.

Only eight seconds had passed.

Jiang Xueming stopped his pursuit just as he was about to exhaust himself, and suddenly his head lolled to the side.

Before his torso could keep up with his nerve reflexes, almost simultaneously, Jason's vicious jabs, capable of tearing skin, came again!

To be honest, Xue Ming didn't expect this Qingjin guy to have such a strong fighting spirit. This kind of pain, even on Meteor, could make him bend over in agony, exposing his chin and his Gate of Death.

That's great that you still have the strength to fight back!

"Very good"

Jiang Xueming blurted out the words involuntarily, but was pushed out of the attack range by a series of punches. He calmly adjusted his breathing and gait.

Jason Megan's eyes were glazed over, and she was breathing heavily.

Xue Ming didn't give chase; he could tell it was a form of mimicry.

Just like his previous feigned exhaustion, Jason was luring him into the hunting grounds.

The northwest corner is the leeward side for Jason. I'm going to face the cold wind of the Northern Territory and throw a punch. If I'm fooled by such a low-level trick, I'll probably really run out of energy under Jason's fierce left punch.

"Great! Jason Megan!" Jiang Xueming took a full four seconds to recover. He felt a burning pain in his hands, the mechanical fatigue from throwing punches continuously, and the blood on his arms and cheeks, all of which gave him a sense of rational beauty. "It's so great to have met you! Keep it up!"

Jason looked dejected, his feet gripping the floor tightly in his shoes, ready to exert force.

"I'm a lucky person. To become Armadillo Hunters, your first prey was you. I'm really fortunate. Did I really go through all that trouble?"

"Hmm." Jiang Xueming prepared for a counterattack. "Taking the long way is the shortcut."

Both of them were past their prime; if they continued fighting like this...

There's no way to end the game—there's no way to bring one of them down.

There's only one way—abandon defense and fight each other, let your fists do the talking.

Next up was a brawl that had no technical value whatsoever and required no commentary from Bu Liuxing.

The roar of cars echoed across the tundra as the Dionysus Festival hunting party set off from the market and surged into the dark plains.

The members of the Redstone Rock Band take to the stage, driving off-road vehicles for a hunting trip—occasionally gazing into the distance to see the two fighting beasts shedding blood and sweat on the arena.

The myriad living beings are like stars on the earth, each with its own abilities, each unleashing the energy of life amidst the gunfire, or turning into dust and becoming part of Mimir/Mim once more.

The enthusiastic cheers and the sorrowful weeping blended together into one.

Those who had rediscovered their Inspiration reluctantly handed the sticks back to the young passengers.

Xue Ming and Jason's punches became slower and slower.

Red and blue fists clashed, simultaneously striking the cheek.

The soft flesh of their faces trembled, and the concussion in their brains, along with the spinal nerves, caused their bodies to shudder.

Like spring thunder, it contains boundless vitality.

--It grew louder and louder.

The desolate north wind could not extinguish these two flames.

The high-temperature water vapor emanating from their bodies gradually gathered into a cloud of spiritual energy on the arena.

My wrist is throbbing, and the tendon sheath is starting to throb with a tearing pain. What should I do?

The only answer is a thunderous punch.

"Bang--"

They attacked each other, again and again.

The young waiter stood silently below the arena.

Bu Liuxing clenched his fists at the sentry post.

Victor: "Very similar."

Wen Bucai: "Like a butterfly fluttering its wings."

"Jiang Xueming, one of my eyes is swollen." Jason's face was unrecognizable, as if he had undergone plastic surgery, and the surgeon was Jiang Xueming.

Jason: "I can't judge the distance accurately; perhaps the next encounter will be the final round."

Xue Ming didn't have many injuries on his face, and he didn't have much strength left, but judging from his weight and total body fat, Jason Megan's health bar was just too long.

"Too fast," Jiang Xueming said with a hint of regret. "It was an honor to compete with you, but it was too fast. If we could have played for another ten minutes or so, or even longer—I would be so happy that you could be my dance partner."

"Your fists are really weird." Jason's face was streaked with blood and tears. "It's like every time, if I just take one more step, if I just use a little more force, I can grab you. It's like if I just grit my teeth and hold on a little longer, if I just step forward and throw a punch with a little more power, I can knock you down."

Jiang Xueming raised his arms. "Yes, on the arena, you are an excellent warrior."

Jason raised his arms. "This kind of punch is as vicious as a wasp's sting, it hurt so much it knocked me out of my daze, but when I breathe hard, I feel alive, incredibly alive. This eye is swollen, my Inspiration aren't as sharp, and my nerve endings are gradually calming down. I can't tell the distance between my arm and yours, and that's when I realize—it's so good, it's so good to have met you."

The two took steps simultaneously and charged towards each other.

"Jason!"

"Jiang Xueming!"

Strength and battle cry have absolutely nothing to do with each other; all he wants to do is use the anger and passion in his heart to squeeze out the last bit of strength from his body.

This boxing match ultimately had no winner and no loser.

Sticky sweat and blood clung to the canvas, causing them to slip and fall, too exhausted to get up.

They were lying sprawled out, and showed symptoms of rhabdomyolysis.

A bucket of cold water was poured on it, washing away the filth from the boxing ring.

As soon as Meteor and the waiter pulled their companion off the stage, other people immediately wanted to go up and challenge them.

Jason, his mind hazy, asked, "Did I win?"

The waiter wiped the snot and tears off his employer's face, but didn't have time to wipe them off his own, and just started teasing and joking around.

"Where did you win? Cheer up, employer! It's still early! Look at your face! You lost in terms of looks when you went into the ring, and you still lost in terms of looks afterward! Other people's faces are still clean, but look at your face, oh my god."

Jason: "Luckily, I'm still sharp-witted, hahaha!"

The waiter asked in bewilderment, "Do you need to use your brain to box?"

Bu Liuxing: "He means he's got a stubborn head! He's not afraid of being beaten up!"

Waiter: "Hahahahahaha!"

Everyone turned to look at Jiang Xueming.

Xue Ming was exhausted and fell asleep completely.

The waiter was a little worried because Xue Ming's legs were still twitching involuntarily, as were her arms.

"What happened? Did something go wrong? I've seen those frogs with their heads chopped off tremble like that too! Is your friend alright?!"

Meteor couldn't see anything strange either, and suddenly became nervous.

Jason has very keen observation skills; he understood it.

"It's the second part of the driving test. Your leg is on the clutch, and your hand is on the gear shift."