activa-t Chapter 47 Nuo Mask
Chapter 47 Nuo Mask
Zhou Xing's feet felt firmly planted, and he only slightly rubbed his numb right toe.
The hidden force was exhausting; this one blow had drained one-tenth of his mental energy.
He needs a more precise timing.
Andrei pounced again, this time changing his strategy.
He sensed his opponent's "special" nature, and the invisible sting made him feel a sense of apprehension amidst his rage.
He stopped being in a hurry and began to use his size and long arms to control the distance, constantly wearing down and pressuring Zhou Xing with jabs and low kicks, gradually pushing him towards the cage.
Zhou Xing twisted and turned in the cage, making the most of the short bridge and narrow horse stance of Wing Chun, and combined with the flexibility and slipperiness of the River Demon, he was like a puddle of oil, always slipping out from between the fists and feet.
Occasionally, he would retaliate, striking Andrei's arm with a loud thud, but he could hardly budge that muscular body.
Andrei's skin is too thick, his bones are too hard, and his ability to withstand blows is beyond imagination.
The battle reached a stalemate.
Boos began to rise from the audience, mixed with impatient shouts:
"Fight! Don't just run!"
"Bang!"
Zhou Xing threw a punch at Andrei's chest and abdomen. Andrei swayed and suddenly clenched his arms, clamping Zhou Xing's right wrist like an iron clamp!
A tremendous force was applied, and the bones were squeezed and cracked!
Zhou Xing's expression remained unchanged. He used his left hand, fingers together like a knife, to stab at the opponent's Jiquan acupoint under his armpit with lightning speed!
A hidden strength erupts a second time!
Andrei roared in pain, and his arm suddenly lost its strength.
Zhou Xing seized the opportunity to pull his hand away, his footwork faltering, and he widened the distance once again.
The second hidden force.
Andrei felt a piercing pain under his armpit, and his movements in one arm became noticeably sluggish.
He roared and pounced forward, his attack becoming even more ferocious. He disregarded defense and was willing to trade blows for blows, except for vital points!
Punches, elbows, knees, and shoulders came crashing down like a whirlwind, carrying the brute force of a Cossack's chopping, aiming to crush Zhou Xing in the cage corner!
"good!!"
A frenzied cheer erupted from the audience. The foreigners raised their glasses.
The pressure on circulation has increased sharply.
The River Demon's flexibility was pushed to its limit, its body contorting inhumanly violently amidst the storm of attacks.
Sometimes it slid down Andrei's arm like a boneless snake; sometimes it clung to the cage wall briefly like a gecko.
Under pressure, he gradually integrated unprecedented methods of exertion with the boxing techniques he had learned.
Wing Chun's short-range, inch-power attacks are delivered at extremely close range in very unusual postures, targeting joints and ribs.
The injury wasn't serious, but it kept coming. Andrei gradually felt the pain and his attacks slowed down.
The third hidden force was unleashed when Zhou Xing delivered a close-range elbow strike to his heart.
Andrei turned his foot slightly, thinking he had dodged the elbow, but unexpectedly, Zhou Xing's shoulder joint made a soft "crack" sound, and the tip of his elbow suddenly grew an inch out of thin air.
Andrei managed to turn to the side, his heart felt like it had been struck by a heavy hammer, his attack faltered, and his face turned pale.
He actually withstood it, roared, kicked off the cage wall, used the momentum to pounce back, and threw a heavy swing punch at Zhou Xing, the wind from the punch whistling.
Zhou Xing stood firmly on the ground, his waist bending like a reed in the wind, almost flat against the ground, his iron fist grazing his nose.
Almost simultaneously, his right foot, like a serpent from the ground, shot out without warning, darting up from the dead corner between Andrei's legs!
Flowers hidden beneath the leaves!
The hem of the skirt reveals the shape of the feet; once the skirt hem is removed, only naked ruthlessness remains!
Andrei felt a chill in his groin. He had already used up all his strength in his fist, and he was horrified to squeeze his legs together and pull back, but he was a fraction too slow.
The fourth burst of hidden force silently penetrated through the toes!
"Aww!!!"
A bloodcurdling scream, inhuman and agonizing, rang out!
His eight-foot frame instantly curled up like a shrimp, his hands covering his groin, his face turning purplish-black, his eyes bulging, and drool dripping from his mouth.
The frenzied cheers from the audience abruptly ceased. A deathly silence fell.
Zhou Xing straightened his waist and hips, stood upright in the cage, and breathed rapidly.
Four bursts of internal force had nearly depleted his mental energy, leaving his arms and elbows aching unbearably. Yet, his eyes remained sharp, like a knife tempered in ice.
Andrei writhed on the ground like a fat maggot. The shadow of death loomed over him, and he finally felt fear.
"Damn it... damn it!"
He squeezed out the words through clenched teeth, then suddenly rolled on the ground, recklessly arching his back and lunging towards the cage door, frantically ramming it with his shoulder!
He wants to go out!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The heavy impact echoed through the arena.
The bolts on the iron cage door were twisted, but they couldn't be forced open for a moment!
The audience erupted in uproar!
The arrogant "Iron Fist" Andrei actually wants to escape?
Angry curses erupted from the foreign spectators' stands.
The Chinese group was in an uproar. Emotions surged, a mixture of shock, relief, and bewilderment.
Zhou Xing did not pursue, but quietly watched the trapped beast futilely ramming against the iron cage.
He was catching his breath, rapidly circulating his "Fish-Catching Strength" several times to restore his depleted mental and physical energy.
Andrei rammed the door seven or eight times, and with a "click," the bolt came loose.
Andrei's eyes lit up with wild joy, and he stretched out his thick fingers to pry open the crevice...
Zhou took action.
There was no earth-shattering fanfare, just a normal step forward.
With a slight turn of his body, his left leg moved like a whip, silent yet lightning fast, striking Andrei's exposed carotid artery precisely from below!
"Snapped!"
After the sharp crack, Andrei's movements came to an abrupt halt.
His eyes widened in disbelief, and he clutched at his neck, making strange "hoarse" noises in his throat.
Then, his bear-like body swayed, and he fell forward, his hands gripping the blood-stained barbed wire tightly.
The knuckles turned white from the strain, and the barbed wire dug deep into the flesh.
But he could no longer muster any strength.
The pupils began to dilate, and then there was no more sound.
The cold white light of the gas lamp shone down. Inside the iron cage stood Zhou Xing, wearing a Nuo mask, while at the bottom of the cage lay the motionless "Iron Fist."
Outside the iron cage, there was a deathly silence. Not even a breath could be heard.
Everyone was stunned.
The foreigner's smile froze, and his wine glass stopped in mid-air.
The Chinese audience members stared with their mouths agape, their eyes filled with a complex mix of shock, bewilderment, and, in a very few, a flicker of indescribable pleasure.
The host crawled in, trembling, and tentatively approached Andrei. He reached out to check his breath, then abruptly withdrew his hand, his face turning deathly pale, and screamed:
"Iron Fist... Andrei... is dead!"
"The winner... is... is this person..."
He looked at Zhou Xing.
Zhou Xing chuckled softly, his laughter echoing through the Nuo mask.
"You're quite dedicated."
The ring on Han Muxia's hand felt slightly warm, and the obsession gradually dissipated, with a scorching aura gathering within it.
What will Han Muxia gain from his obsession?
He didn't even glance at Andrei on the ground. He slowly straightened his collar, glanced at his toes, and saw that his socks were clean, with only a little bit of the other man's warm, sticky sweat on his neck.
He then turned and walked to the cage door. The latch had been broken, and with a gentle pull, the cage door opened.
He stepped out of the iron cage.
The crowd parted like waves being split open, automatically retreating to both sides to make way.
All eyes—fear, awe, bewilderment, fervor—followed the receding Nuo face, disappearing into the thick darkness at the warehouse entrance.
Only after the person had completely disappeared did the warehouse erupt in chaos.
Li Asi stood in the crowd, touching his empty neck, where his number "seven" should have been hanging.
He stared into the darkness outside the warehouse gate for a long time, then took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, turned around, and silently squeezed out of the crowd.
The night wind blew in through the door, dispersing the stench of blood and the heat inside the warehouse.
The gas lamp still shone, illuminating the octagonal cage and the enormous body inside that was gradually growing cold.
At the top of the cage, a Nuo mask with a blue face and fangs remained, swirling gently in the breeze.
The light shone upwards, making the paint flicker and dim, its empty eye sockets looking down at everything below with a half-smile.