C39 Fight Then Fight to Your Hearts Content(2)
“Whoosh...”
The Green Steel Sword pierced into flesh, yet it felt as though it struck iron, emitting a tearing sound.
Despite being amazed by Woo Zhengyang's resilience, a hint of a smile flickered in Liu Tianli's eyes. No matter how tough your body is, being struck by my sword will surely sap most of your strength. The outcome is already decided.
With a thought, the lightning arcs on the Green Steel Sword exploded across Woo Zhengyang's body, instantly charring his abdomen. Even those watching from afar seemed to catch a whiff of something burning.
Woo Zhengyang spat out a mouthful of blood, yet he never took a step back.
No, not only did Woo Zhengyang not retreat, but he also stepped forward, allowing Liu Tianli's Green Steel Sword to pass right through him.
“What’s going on... Is this guy doing it on purpose?”
“He must see that he’s losing the advantage and is trying to use a strategy where he sacrifices himself to take down his opponent. By getting this close to Liu Tianli, he can use the Azure Cloud Embracing Moon Palm to attack him!”
Those well-versed in combat could guess Woo Zhengyang's intentions, but they couldn’t fathom where he found the confidence for such a reckless move. His Azure Cloud Embracing Moon Palm hadn’t even reached the Great Completion Stage. Even if it had, it probably wouldn’t be enough to take Liu Tianli down in one blow. He couldn’t even compensate for the damage from the sword, making it less of a strategy to injure the enemy while sacrificing himself, and more like injuring the enemy slightly while severely harming himself.
Is it worth it?
Various thoughts flashed through their minds as everyone continued to focus on the battle unfolding on the martial practicing platform. As expected, Woo Zhengyang made his move. However, contrary to everyone's expectations, his attack wasn't the intricate "Azure Cloud Embracing Moon Palm," but rather a seemingly ordinary punch.
"Is this a desperate last stand?" Liu Tianli's eyes flickered with a hint of mockery as he saw the unremarkable punch coming his way. He responded with a punch of his own.
At this moment, Woo Zhengyang was injured. Unless he was a Nine-star Martial Disciple, there was no way he could turn the tables. Liu Tianli intended to thoroughly defeat him and then finish him off.
"Thud..."
The collision of their fists was much quieter than the previous clashes, as if two people were relying solely on brute strength without tapping into any special energy.
"After his injury, Woo Zhengyang's strength has clearly diminished!" Many felt a deep sense of regret, with some even closing their eyes, unable to bear watching. Though Woo Zhengyang was arrogant, he was undeniably a rare talent in recent years. Given time, he would surely achieve great things. Unfortunately, it seemed he was destined to fall today.
"Ah..."
A cry of pain echoed from the platform, sending a shiver through the crowd. Yet, in the next moment, the spectators were stunned. The arena fell silent, with only the echo of the scream lingering, prompting even those who had closed their eyes to open them in surprise, eager to see what had happened.
On the martial practicing platform, Woo Zhengyang and Liu Tianli stood facing each other, Liu Tianli's Green Steel Sword still embedded in Woo Zhengyang's abdomen. Yet, between them, only one fist remained visible—Woo Zhengyang's.
Opposite this fist was a cloud of blood mist and a severed arm missing its hand. When their fists collided, Woo Zhengyang's remained unscathed, while Liu Tianli's shattered completely.
The crowd, who had been holding their breath, now stood in stunned silence, mouths agape in disbelief. They couldn't comprehend how the battle had turned out this way. Even a Nine-star Martial Disciple shouldn't be able to unleash such power with a single punch!
Yet, the evidence was undeniable. Liu Tianli's fist had disintegrated into a blood mist, still lingering in the air above the platform.
"You... what kind of sorcery did you use... how is this possible..." Liu Tianli stammered, staring at his severed arm, teetering on the brink of collapse.
Woo Zhengyang, however, had no intention of wasting words. He raised his fist again, aiming another blow at Liu Tianli. Realizing the gravity of the situation, Liu Tianli quickly attempted to retrieve the Green Steel Sword from Woo Zhengyang's body. But before he could, Woo Zhengyang's other hand had already seized his wrist.
A punch landed, another hand was restrained, and Liu Tianli panicked. For the first time, he felt death was so close. All his skills and techniques seemed to vanish from his mind. He suddenly recalled someone once saying that a warrior who hasn't faced life and death will never grasp the true essence of battle. In the face of mortality, true strength emerges, while the weak might find their minds blank, losing all fighting capability.
"Thud..."
A fist struck his chest, and Liu Tianli felt a distinct impression form as his chest caved in. On the brink of his heart shattering, Liu Tianli finally understood—he was the weak one, especially when facing someone as formidable as Woo Zhengyang. He had always been the weak one. His greatest weakness was what Woo Zhengyang had once pointed out: his heart for martial arts.
