Chapter 10

Yilu Mi could even vaguely see the shadow of Bruce Lee in his attacks.

"Ada~!"

Keriman attacked Yilu Mi again. He was no longer surprised that Yilu Mi could recognize the martial arts style he used, after all, several styles had already been identified.

"Ha~!"

He first kicked at Yilu Mi's right knee, aiming to break his stance.

"Bang!"

His kick hit Yilu Mi's knee accurately, but Yilu Mi's feet remained unmoved.

"Are your legs made of stone?"

On the contrary, Keriman gritted his teeth in pain, as if he had kicked a rock.

"Is your martial arts just imitation?"

Yilu Mi looked at Keriman with a blank expression. His expectations had turned into disappointment as Keriman's changing boxing styles continued.

"Break my boxing style first!"

Keriman gritted his teeth, gave up on the kick, and formed his right hand into a claw, aiming for Yilu Mi's chin.

Yilu Mi's left hand formed a fist, and with a "bang," it collided with Keriman's right claw. There was a "crack" as his finger joints broke.

But Yilu Mi had no intention of letting him go. His left fist extended and "slapped" Keriman's right wrist.

Keriman endured the pain, and his left hand delivered a straight punch to Yilu Mi's chest.

"Bang!"

But Yilu Mi's right hand caught it steadily, his fingers gripping the wrist. No matter how Keriman struggled, he couldn't pull his hand free.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

"Let me go!"

Keriman's face was twisted in pain. He lifted his left and right feet and kicked Yilu Mi's body with a "bang, bang, bang," but Yilu Mi remained unmoved.

Moreover, the pain in his left wrist grew worse. Yilu Mi's strength was so powerful that it was unbelievable, and the intense pain made his eyes bloodshot.

"What kind of monstrous strength is this?"

"How can there be such a monstrous kid?"

Yilu Mi was slightly annoyed. No matter how Keriman kicked and hit him, his expression remained unchanged.

After all, for him, this level of attack was like scratching an itch. Compared to the several-ton punches from Zibo Nian, it was nothing.

The reason Yilu Mi had fought for so long was just to see what Keriman's so-called martial arts were.

"Oh~!"

"The situation on the field seems to have taken a dramatic turn!"

"Keriman's hands are controlled by Yilu Mi and cannot be pulled free."

"No matter how Keriman kicks Yilu Mi's body, Yilu Mi remains unstrained..."

"Rather, it's like an adult calmly receiving the attacks of a three-year-old."

"Ah, this phrase doesn't seem quite appropriate here?"

The commentator's enthusiastic voice timely echoed, voicing the audience's confusion.

"What's going on?"

"Are they still fighting?"

"Hey, you two, stop wrestling and start fighting!"

The people in the audience seats shouted, wanting to see a fierce and bloody fight, not a standstill on the field.

"Disappointing, is this the martial arts you have learned from a young age, gathering the strengths of various schools?"

"Practicing martial arts from a young age for decades."

"Ultimately, you lack talent."

Yilu Mi's face showed disappointment. Keriman clearly felt the contempt in Yilu Mi's words and was momentarily furious.

"What do you know!?"

"You, a kid who doesn't even know what martial arts are!"

"Someone like you, born with unparalleled talent."

"How can you understand the heart of a weak person who wants to become strong!?"

Faced with Yilu Mi's contempt, Keriman's face turned fierce, and he roared out his inner frustration.

Tears involuntarily streamed down his face.

"Why does martial arts have to rely on talent!?"

"Why can some people be born standing on others' heads!?"

Keriman's sudden roar made the entire arena fall silent.

Even the commentator on the commentary stand stopped explaining the situation, and the audience focused on the screen, where Keriman was crying.

Yilu Mi's face remained expressionless, and he was speechless in response to Keriman's inner roar.

He was not a weak person, so he could not empathize from a weak person's perspective, but he could fully understand Keriman's feelings.

At this moment, Keriman was enveloped in pink smoke representing jealousy, light green smoke representing rage, and orange smoke representing unwillingness and sorrow.

"Enough, it's sufficient."

Yilu Mi spoke softly. This match was about to end.

Yilu Mi's right hand released Keriman's wrist, instantly formed a fist, and left only the second joint of the index finger protruding. He struck Keriman's forehead, philtrum, and chin at a speed that was hard to see with the naked eye.

"Bang, bang, bang!!!"

Three sounds almost overlapped into one. Three indents appeared on Keriman's face, and blood flowed.

This move, from start to finish, took only 0.01 seconds.

"Seal Finger · Three Strikes."

Keriman's mouth opened wide, but he couldn't make a sound. His eyes bulged, and bloodshot veins spread across the whites of his eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes rolled up, and his body went limp, losing consciousness.

"It's bedtime, imitation uncle."

Yilu Mi's left hand released Keriman's right wrist, and Keriman's body fell to the ground, motionless.

The entire battle lasted only two minutes and thirty-six seconds.

"Victory... has been decided!"

The referee ran over, looked at Keriman's body lying on the ground, bleeding and unconscious, and quickly declared Yilu Mi the winner of the match.

Yilu Mi, as in previous matches, silently turned and walked off the stage.

"It's... over!!!"

The commentator's enthusiastic voice rang out again, reigniting the atmosphere.

"The winner of the 90th floor match is..."

"Yilu Mi Zou Dike!!!"

"In just two minutes and thirty-six seconds, after a series of intense battles."

"Ending the fight with a dramatic one-hit knockout!"

"Yilu Mi Zou Dike... the winner!!!"

The lights shone on Yilu Mi, who was slowly walking towards the exit. The audience in the 90th floor A arena cheered wildly, the fight had made their blood boil.

Even those who had lost money on bets couldn't help but stand up and cheer, feeling it was worth it for such an exciting match.

"Hehehe..."

Zibo Nian and Wutong sat in the audience seats. Zibo Nian, looking at Yilu Mi, who had won the match effortlessly, couldn't help but shed tears.

"Master Yilu Mi is still so talented."

"Annoying, I can't stop the tears."

Zibo Nian wiped the tears from the corner of his left eye, his face full of moved smiles.

"That Keriman, his luck was really bad."

Wutong still had a cold expression, and he was not surprised by Yilu Mi's victory.

"If he hadn't met Master Yilu Mi."

"With his strength, he could have reached the 150th floor."

"Given his versatile fighting style and his combat skills based on hand techniques."

"Even the guys on the 200th floor might not be able to instantly defeat him without using Nen."

"Meeting Master Yilu Mi on the 90th floor was really bad luck."

A white light flashed in Wutong's glasses as he commented on Yilu Mi's opponent, Keriman.