Chapter 64 of 100

Chapter 64

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【Chapter 63 seems to be under review, you might be able to see it a bit later】

Gao Yi's female companion smelled a burning odor and realized her hair was on fire, causing her to scream in terror as the flames grew. At this moment, Gao Yi's bodyguard, with quick reflexes, swiftly swiped his hand over the flames on her head, instantly extinguishing them. Fortunately, it was in time, and only a patch of her hair was burned, not leaving her half bald. However, her eyebrows and eyelashes were completely burned off, and her body emitted a pungent, burnt smell.

"Get out!" Gao Yi glared at her fiercely, and the woman, feeling wronged, covered her face and ran away crying.

Ye Tianlong frowned slightly. For Gao Yi to lose his composure like this, could it be that the Iron Mask... is really not simple?

However... He looked at the Iron Mask in the ring. The Iron Mask grabbed a chair and snapped off one of its legs, then broke off a table leg as well. Holding one in each hand, it looked no different from a street thug fighting.

Could this really be a hidden expert?

Wang Ge was also carefully observing the Iron Mask. On the life-or-death stage, using two table and chair legs as weapons, if this wasn't a stroke of madness, there must be a deeper meaning.

No! The way he held the table and chair legs... Wang Ge's gaze fell on the Iron Mask's hands. In his right hand, he held the table leg, which was longer, about the length of an arm.

In his left hand, he held the chair leg, which was shorter, about the length of a forearm.

This was clearly intentional. If he really intended to fight, wouldn't it be better to use two longer table legs?

The most distinctive thing was the posture. The Iron Mask held the table leg in his right hand with a forward grip, while his left hand held the chair leg in a reverse grip, one forward and one backward, looking very strange.

Moreover, after gripping the two wooden legs, the Iron Mask's presence instantly changed.

Previously, the Iron Mask gave the impression of being a mere stick, but now, it suddenly became apparent that this stick was actually a sheath, and the hidden sword inside was now fully revealed!

The Iron Mask's eyes were sharp like a sword, coldly staring at Wang Ge. Suddenly, he took a step forward, swinging the long stick in his right hand and thrusting it straight at Wang Ge's chest!

This was even stranger! With a wooden stick, one would usually hit, strike, smash, or sweep, but rarely thrust. Was he using it like a sword?

Wang Ge didn't have time to think. As the long stick approached his chest, he bent his upper body backward, almost parallel to the ground, but his left foot remained firmly planted like a nail. His right foot, like a split kick, shot upward, the tip of his foot aiming directly at the wrist of the Iron Mask's hand holding the long stick.

The Iron Mask remained calm, the momentum of his right hand's long stick unchanged, while his left hand, holding the short stick in a reverse grip, moved to intercept Wang Ge's right foot.

His short stick stabbed horizontally at Wang Ge's right ankle, the broken end extremely sharp, like a blade.

Wang Ge was startled. Despite having trained with countless boxers, he had never encountered such an opponent. He had no time to change his move and could only grit his teeth, focusing his strength on his right foot, determined to break the Iron Mask's right hand even if it meant being stabbed in the ankle.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm..." A smug smile appeared on Gao Yi's face.

Few had seen the Iron Mask's ultimate move, as he had only used it once. But that one time, the Iron Mask completed a counter-kill, slaying a Level 9 life form!

Gao Yi was one of the few present at that time. He had specifically consulted an expert and learned that the Iron Mask's two sticks, though they looked like sticks, were actually used to perform sword techniques.

These two sticks, one long and one short, represented a yin and yang pair of swords. In other words, the Iron Mask must be someone who had trained in dual-sword martial arts and likely came from a prestigious family, otherwise, he wouldn't have worn a mask to hide his identity. After all, a mask can significantly affect combat, and there would be no need to wear one unless to conceal his identity.

By using sticks to perform sword techniques, the Iron Mask not only made it easier to obtain weapons but also concealed his origins.

In a sense, the Iron Mask was not much different from Tie Yu, who practiced the Twelve Routes of Tan Leg. The difference was that the Iron Mask was stronger and better at hiding.

Wang Ge was ultimately a step too slow, no, it wasn't that he was slow, but that the Iron Mask's short stick was too fast!

The Iron Mask's two sticks, one long and one short, represented a long sword and a short sword. The long sword was broad and powerful, while the short sword was agile and unpredictable.

One yin and one yang, one fast and one slow, one orthodox and one unorthodox, they complemented each other.

"Swish—"

The short stick pierced Wang Ge's ankle, instantly causing blood to spurt out!

Ye Tianlong clenched his fists in shock, his face losing its composure.

How could this be?

Those were just wooden sticks. Even if the broken ends were sharp, they shouldn't have so easily pierced through Wang Ge's ankle!

After all, the improvement in life levels enhances all physical attributes comprehensively and evenly. A Level 4 life form would bleed from the palm if they grabbed a rose stem, but a Level 7 life form could crush the thorns without leaving a mark.

Wang Ge's skin, though pale, was as tough as cowhide. How could it be so easily pierced by a wooden stick?

Gao Yi laughed. This was the Iron Mask's strength!

When he used sticks to perform dual-sword techniques, he could even endow the sticks with the killing power of blades.

It was said that powerful martial arts could cultivate something called "internal energy," also known as "true qi." When true qi was cultivated to a high level, even a flower petal or a leaf could be lethal, like a flying knife.

The Iron Mask's life level wasn't high, but his martial arts were powerful, and it was clear he had cultivated true qi. Although this true qi seemed to have limitations for him, it was enough to win this battle.

Wang Ge's reaction was also top-notch. As his right ankle was pierced by the Iron Mask's short stick, his left foot quickly kicked toward the Iron Mask's chest.

The Iron Mask's right hand changed its move, swinging the long stick downward, but Wang Ge's kick was faster, hitting the Iron Mask's chest with a "thud."

"Spit—"

The Iron Mask spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward, embedding himself in the blackboard again.

Wang Ge took the opportunity to free his right foot, but when he landed, his right foot buckled, and he almost lost his balance.

Damn... Wang Ge gritted his teeth. He had already figured out that the Iron Mask was using dual-sword techniques, and this technique seemed even more powerful than the Twelve Routes of Tan Leg.

The Iron Mask, holding his chest, stood up, his gaze on Wang Ge filled with gravity. Although Wang Ge had integrated his skills, the Iron Mask could sense the traces of martial arts in his moves.

Otherwise, Wang Ge's kick wouldn't have hit his chest. In fact, the Iron Mask was now severely injured, with internal organ damage and several broken ribs.

However, the Iron Mask's strength lay in his cultivation of internal energy, allowing him to continue fighting despite the pain.

Enduring the intense pain in his chest, the Iron Mask crossed the two sticks in front of him and slowly circled around Wang Ge.

Wang Ge limped backward, eventually stopping with his back against the wall, fully focused on the Iron Mask's "dual swords."

If he could, Wang Ge would have taken out his battle axe.

The Iron Mask's dual swords were powerful, but Wang Ge's battle axe wasn't to be underestimated! The saying "an inch longer, an inch stronger" meant that the length of his battle axe could counter the Iron Mask's dual swords, at least ensuring a fair fight.

However, Wang Ge didn't have his battle axe with him, and even if he did, he wouldn't dare use it. When he had only shown the axe to Liang Jiakun on Mount Sifeng, Liang Jiakun had already taken notice. If he used it now, even if he won, it would bring endless trouble.

Now, Wang Ge was fighting the Iron Mask, who was armed, with bare hands. This wasn't fair, but in the black market fights, where was there ever fairness?

Wang Ge looked at the desks nearby, but it was no use. Even the longest table leg wouldn't exceed a meter, making it impossible to use his three-board axe technique.

But how could he deal with the Iron Mask, who was using the yin-yang dual-sword technique?

A cruel smile appeared under the Iron Mask's mask. Suddenly, he stepped forward, thrusting the long stick straight at Wang Ge's chest.

This "sword" seemed ordinary, but it was a straightforward and powerful move. His "short sword" was in a ready position, and no matter how Wang Ge dodged, he would still be within the range of the "short sword."

"Swish—"

The long stick pierced through the air with a sharp sound, flashing toward Wang Ge's chest.

In a moment of desperation, Wang Ge thought of a way. He didn't dodge or avoid, but instead, clasped his hands together, attempting to catch the stick barehanded! Of course, catching a blade barehanded was dangerous, but since it was a wooden stick, Wang Ge thought it would be safe.

A mocking smile appeared in the Iron Mask's eyes. He didn't change his move, and Wang Ge successfully clasped the stick with his hands, pinning it between his palms.

"Good!" Ye Tianlong couldn't help but exclaim, truly a clever move!

Gao Yi hadn't expected Wang Ge to use this move, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He had never seen the Iron Mask handle such a situation, and his heart sank.

"Hmph..." The Iron Mask sneered and suddenly twisted his right hand, which was holding the long stick.

"Ouch..." Wang Ge let out a muffled groan, his hands forced to open wide, and his palms were covered in blood...

Stupid! The Iron Mask laughed triumphantly. If it were a sword, with only two sharp edges, it could be caught with both hands. But don't forget, a wooden stick has four sides, like four sharp edges. How could it be caught?

At the same time, the Iron Mask's short stick swept across Wang Ge's chest, leaving a deep gash in a flash!

Wang Ge's school uniform split neatly as if cut by a knife, and a deep, shocking wound appeared on his muscular chest, with a large amount of blood gushing out, instantly turning him into a blood-soaked figure...

This was only because Wang Ge had quickly contracted his abdomen; otherwise, the Iron Mask's short stick would have ripped him open!

Ye Tianlong jumped to his feet in shock. He had thought Wang Ge was about to turn the tide, but he hadn't expected the Iron Mask, with just two wooden sticks, to unleash such formidable combat power!

With the mysterious coordination of the yin-yang dual-sword technique, even a Level 9 life form might not be able to withstand it, let alone Wang Ge, a Level 7 life form!

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