Chapter 65

While Wang Ge and Iron Face were engaged in a fierce battle, another B-level arena was also hosting an intense match, but the atmosphere on-site made it seem like a C-level arena.

"Awesome! So damn awesome!"

"True to form, Doctor! What a swift blade!"

"Slash, slash, slash!"

The spectators' faces were flushed as if they were in ecstasy. They had torn off their ties and waved them in their hands, their collars open, revealing sweat-soaked chests. The hems of their shirts had long been pulled out of their belts. During the day, they were well-dressed, refined professionals, but now they were as rude and excited as the ordinary people in the C-level arena.

Their roars surged like waves, one after another, over the boxing ring. The stench of sweat mixed with the smell of alcohol permeated the air, and they seemed to be venting their emotions wildly like madmen.

The VIPs sitting in the front row rarely frowned at the noise and the smell. Although they didn't stand up and scream, they were equally excited, throwing handfuls of Sun Coins into the air as if they were worthless paper.

The ring was set up like a hospital emergency room. One of the two boxers fighting was Curly, who was playing the role of a troublemaking family member of a patient. The other was the Doctor.

The Doctor was not just his role but also his nickname. He wore a white doctor's coat, black dress pants, and black leather shoes, with a white mask and white gloves, looking like a surgeon about to perform an operation. He also wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, giving him a refined appearance.

However, his narrow eyes carried a cruel and twisted smile, like a venomous snake, making people shudder.

In his white-gloved hand, he held a surgical scalpel, the thin blade gleaming coldly.

"Whoosh—"

The Doctor's scalpel drew a silver line in the air, so fast that it was almost invisible.

Instantly, a bloodline appeared on Curly's body, and blood gushed out like a spring...

Curly's body was already covered with a dense network of bloodlines, which, though chaotic, had a cruel and twisted beauty. The blood had turned Curly into a blood-soaked figure.

At this moment, Curly should have fallen, but the Doctor's knife technique was extraordinary.

When Curly leaned to the left, the Doctor's scalpel would draw a silver line, cutting into Curly's left side with just the right force to make him lean to the right. At this moment, the Doctor would ghost-like move to Curly's right side and quickly cut into his right side...

Thus, Curly swayed back and forth like a bobblehead, never falling, with blood continuously gushing from his body.

Curly wasn't unwilling to admit defeat, but the Doctor had cut his "Yamen" point at the beginning, making him unable to speak.

Unable to admit defeat and unable to fall, Curly's tragedy seemed inevitable from the start.

Seeing Curly's angry and desperate gaze, the Doctor, hidden behind his white mask, grinned with a twisted smile.

He enjoyed torturing his opponents, which had become his trademark.

Although such sadistic killings had made him infamous among boxers, it had also earned him a loyal fan base, enjoying the adoration of a star and a fortune.

"You are lucky because this is my last B-level match. After this, I will move up to the A-level. So I've decided not to kill you," the Doctor said, circling Curly like a whirlwind, "But you are also unlucky because I've decided to give you a lasting memory to commemorate my perfect end in the B-level. Your existence will be a living testament to my legend!"

Curly glared at the Doctor with a mix of shock and anger, but he had no strength to resist.

To him, the Doctor was too strong, far too strong to belong in this level...

Meanwhile, Wang Ge was also in a dire situation.

Iron Face's two wooden sticks, wielding the Yin-Yang Double Sword technique, continuously inflicted wounds on his body. Although Wang Ge narrowly avoided them at critical moments, the accumulated injuries were significant, with the wounds gaping like the mouths of infants, a sight that was truly terrifying.

No... I must find a way; otherwise, I'll only end up dead! Wang Ge, now a blood-soaked figure, remained calm in his heart.

There was no doubt that Iron Face's Yin-Yang Double Sword technique was extremely sophisticated, far surpassing the Twelve Road Tan Leg. But apart from the impossible-to-use Halberd... what else could he do to defeat his opponent?

What a hateful look... Iron Face sneered, hoping to see panic or fear in Wang Ge's eyes. For a victor, that was the source of pleasure, and Wang Ge's calm gaze made him very uncomfortable.

"Swish—"

Iron Face crouched, his two wooden sticks sweeping towards Wang Ge's legs like a giant pair of scissors!

Wang Ge, with his right leg injured, could only use his left leg to push off the ground and perform a forward flip. In mid-air, he suddenly had an epiphany—this situation was somewhat similar to the first move of the Three Chopping Axes, "Cleaving Huashan"!

It wasn't the move that was similar, but he himself was like the axe!

Without time to think, Wang Ge relied on instinct, twisting his waist and abdomen in mid-air, and with a "whoosh," he swung his left leg forward with all his might!

His left leg, straightened with force, acted like the handle of an axe, while his left foot, with the toes curled upward, concentrated all the power in the heel, like the head of the axe!

Cleaving Huashan!

Wang Ge seemed to transform into a halberd, using his body as the axe and performing the Three Chopping Axes technique!

"Whoo—"

This kick produced a whistling sound as it sliced through the air, drawing a line that seemed to tear the void!

Ha! Watch this, I'll cripple your left leg! Iron Face laughed, quickly retracting his two wooden sticks and crossing them in an "X" to block Wang Ge's leg!

"Cluck cluck..." Gao Yi laughed smugly. If he had been cautious before, now, seeing Wang Ge being overwhelmingly dominated by Iron Face, he felt victory was assured.

Glancing at Ye Tianlong, who looked terrible, Gao Yi said, "I'm really sorry, Young Master Long..."

Before he could finish, the entire arena erupted in a collective gasp. The sudden change in the situation made Gao Yi's heart skip a beat, and he quickly looked at the ring.

"Bang!"

Wang Ge's "Cleaving Huashan" kick struck Iron Face's two wooden sticks without hesitation. Instantly, the sticks cut into Wang Ge's flesh, blood gushing out, but before Iron Face could smile, his expression changed dramatically.

What incredible strength!

No!

This is impossible!

Iron Face had clearly sensed that Wang Ge's strength was at the level of a 10th-level life form, which was not a threat to him. He practiced the famous "Two Instruments Sword Technique," and even with wooden sticks, with true qi attached, they were no less powerful than real swords.

But now, the strength of Wang Ge's kick had suddenly increased to a level that Iron Face could not resist!

"Crack!"

The two wooden sticks snapped, even with true qi attached, but they were still just wood, with limited hardness. Moreover, the brutality of Wang Ge's kick had far exceeded the capacity of that thin layer of true qi to withstand.

Strength can create miracles?

Iron Face was shocked. He had heard a senior say that when strength reached an overwhelming level, it could even break through true qi!

At the time, he had doubted it, thinking how human physical strength could possibly break through true qi?

Strength, after all, was vastly different from true qi.

The senior had said that physical strength was like an inch, and true qi was like a foot. An inch has its strengths, and a foot has its weaknesses.

A foot equals ten inches, and eleven inches combined would be longer than a foot, but two feet would definitely be longer than eleven inches.

In the current situation, Iron Face had a foot, but Wang Ge had already exceeded ten inches, and the exact number of inches was immeasurable.

When the two wooden sticks broke, Wang Ge's blood-soaked leg, with the bone visible, continued to swing down like a giant axe, with the force of a thunderbolt!

Iron Face's two wooden sticks were positioned above his head, and the direct result of their breaking was that Wang Ge's "Cleaving Huashan" kick struck Iron Face's face with the heel of his foot!

"Bang—"

Iron Face's head, like a rotten watermelon, was shattered by Wang Ge's kick, and red and white matter splattered everywhere!

"Clang..."

The iron mask twisted and deformed, falling to the floor with a crisp sound.

The entire arena fell silent!

Everyone was stunned. A moment ago, they thought it would be a one-sided slaughter, but now, Wang Ge had achieved a stunning comeback!

They were silent, even the arrogant rich kids like Ye Tianlong and Gao Yi.

Wang Ge landed on the ground, his legs buckling, almost collapsing.

Both of his legs were severely injured, and he couldn't stand. His body was covered in wounds, like a blood-soaked warrior, enduring the intense pain, and with trembling legs, he managed to remain standing.

"Good!" Ye Tianlong suddenly stood up, breaking the silence in the arena. He snatched the open briefcase from his bodyguard and threw it onto the ring!

"Clatter..." Countless Sun Coins shimmered with a dazzling light, like a rain of sun, illuminating the entire arena!

"Good!"

"Awesome!"

"Too cool! Too exciting!"

The spectators, as if waking from a dream, were ignited by Ye Tianlong's generous gesture. For the first time, everyone stood up, lowering their proud heads, and gave Wang Ge a thunderous applause.

Perhaps they would be moved by other more exciting matches in the future, but at least at this moment, everyone was in awe of Wang Ge's indomitable spirit in the face of blood and battle!

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