C137 His Sister's Face(2)
The two men's attacks had left clear wounds on each other's bodies. The bruises and bruises were mixed with dark red blood, showing how fierce their fight had been.
Facing Wan Shaan's provoking words, the man seemed to be silent. He did not enjoy the battle here because he did not have any intention of doing so.
"You are not my match. I have no intention of killing you. I just want to go back and see my daughter. Next, we will decide the result." The man spoke coldly as if the injuries on his body couldn't affect him at all.
When Wan Shaan heard his words, he thought that the man was looking down on him. He could not help but snort coldly in his heart.
"Hmph, then let's determine the result now. Let's see who will stand at the end." Wan Shaan looked at the man in front of him and said.
Unlike all the opponents he had ever faced, he could hear his daughter being talked about all the time, which made Wan Shaan feel very uncomfortable. What he wanted was to fight with his own blood, not in this kind of situation because he did not want to think about certain things.
"Humph." Wan Shaan snorted coldly once again, and the muscles on his body tightened.
He planned to finish off the opponent in front of him right now.
"What do you mean by daughter or wife? You should worry about yourself." Wan Shaan shouted in a low voice and rushed forward once again.
The man shook his head and followed Wan Shaan's attack.
Both of them had the cultivation of the Body Forging Realm. In terms of physical strength, they had absolute strength compared to an ordinary person, but it was only limited to the strength of the physical body. Without stepping into the Essence Condensing Realm, one would not be able to form the Yuang in their body.
Thus, their most crucial move was just a rough contest of strength.
Wan Shaan raised his fist and poured all of his strength into it. He wanted to defeat his opponent with a single strike.
When the man saw Wan Shaan's powerful attack, he did not retreat. Instead, he threw a punch at Wan Shaan's incoming fist.
One of them wanted to finish off the opponent in front of him so that he could enjoy the glory of victory, while the other had no intention of doing so. He just wanted to quickly settle the matters here so that he could return to meet the person he wanted to meet the most.
One just wanted to fight, while the other just wanted to fight back with his heart full of protection.
The two of them had their own reasons to fight against each other.
"- Bang. -"
The two fists collided. Although it was only physical strength, it still created an invisible ripple that radiated out in all directions, blowing up the dust on the arena.
The strength of the two of them was not very different. Even if the man was a bit stronger than Wan Shaan, his strength was still limited.
When the two of them confronted each other, it could be seen with the naked eye that the muscles on their arms began to spasm after receiving the same attack.
"Impossible, I won't lose." When Wan Shaan saw this result, his eyes were filled with anger. He had never seen anyone who could block his punch, but the person in front of him was on par with him. This caused his original thoughts to waver a little.
He raised his head and looked at his opponent. He saw that the opponent's face was also ugly. It was obvious that this attack was also extremely uncomfortable for him.
However, he was not as shocked as Wan Shaan. This was because there was an even more important thing waiting for him in his heart.
Through this person's determined eyes, Wan Shaan seemed to see a relatively small figure, which made Wan Shaan slightly stunned.
"This is..." It was unknown whether the figure was Wan Shaan's imagination or that person's thoughts.
However, in Wan San's eyes, this figure slowly turned into another figure that he was extremely familiar with.
That figure was deeply engraved in his mind, and he would always dream about it in his dreams for so many years.
Wan Shaan's pupils constricted. When he saw this familiar figure, he forgot that he was still fighting on the arena. The audience, the cheers, the fights, and the opponents all seemed to disappear. In his eyes was only the gentle and pleasant figure.
"Brother..." Wan Shaan seemed to hear the gentle figure calling out to him.
His heart couldn't help but tremble, and the originally tense muscles on his body relaxed at this moment. His originally ruthless gaze also became soft, and a faint ripple could be seen in it.
"Xiao Die..." Wan Shaan's dry lips moved as he called out a name that he seemed to have forgotten long ago. He reached out his hand to hug the girl.
But suddenly, as if it had never been there before, the gentle figure disappeared and was replaced by a huge fist, which came at him with an unparalleled force.
Wan Shaan, who was still immersed in his memories, did not react to this change and was knocked off the arena in shock.
This sudden turn of events in the Arena immediately caused the audience to shout. However, at this moment, the shouts were no longer Wan Shaan's name, but more like they were cursing him. Because the undefeated Wan Shaan had lost, a lot of people had also lost their bets.
The angry curses of the audience entered Wan Shaan's ears, but he acted as if he did not hear them. His expression was a little dull, but it was only for an instant that his opponent's punch seemed to wake him up. The pain of falling under the arena seemed to remind him that he was still in the Arena. The person in front of him did not exist just now.
But now he had no desire to think about the outcome of the battle. He sat slumped on the ground, looking a little defeated, trying to remember the face in his mind.
That face that stood in front of him and died for him a few years ago. He touched his own face, as if he could still feel the boiling blood.
"Ah..." The pain that he had thought he had long forgotten swept across his entire chest at this moment. All the memories of that day surged into his mind with a heart-wrenching pain. Wan Shaan could not hold it in any longer and roared towards the sky.
