Chapter 725: 721: Fight to the Death! (Part 2)
Chapter 725 of "Invincible Young Master in the City" kicks off with action-packed scenes: Chapter 725: Chapter 721: Fight to the Death! (Part 2)As Ye Fan advanced on Dong... Discover more!
Chapter 725: Chapter 721: Fight to the Death! (Part 2)
As Ye Fan advanced on Dong Ziqi, Dong Ziqi had already swiftly turned around and launched a barrage of crane pecking shadow strikes, enveloping Ye Fanâs whole body.
Ye Fan, paying no heed to Dong Ziqiâs attack, continued his Sky Soaring Three-step Cannon, striking relentlessly at Dong Ziqiâs vital points.
Bang!
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
In the blink of an eye, Ye Fan staggered backward a few steps, hit by Dong Ziqi three times. Where he had been struck, his clothes were torn with fist-sized holes. Although he avoided hits to his vitals, one could see through the ragged openings the bruised, black and red swelling skin, seeping blood.
Taking advantage, Dong Ziqi immediately pressed his attack.
Ye Fanâs right foot sprang up, unleashing a âBouncing Step Heart Punchâ.
Knowing the ferocity of the âBouncing Step Heart Punch,â Dong Ziqi, with nimble movement, sidestepped, and then aimed a punch at the weak spot below Ye Fanâs left ribs.
Ye Fan, unable to counter in time, could only dodge to the side.
But Dong Ziqi was exceedingly quick, âSpurt! Spurt!â two sounds rang out as two holes were torn in the garment by Ye Fanâs left rib, he grunted, finally dodging aside, narrowly avoiding a direct hit to his vitals.
Enduring the immense pain, Ye Fan sidestepped and immediately performed a âTurn-step Punchâ towards Dong Ziqiâs right back.
However, Dong Ziqi immediately countered with a âWhite Crane Spreads Wingsâ to block it.
The two exchanged blows back and forth at lightning speed, and the less skilled ancient martial artists could only see the blurred shadows of Ye Fan and Dong Ziqi all over the platform.
However, those who could see clearly, like Shen Biancheng and Lin Yuehua, grew increasingly grim-faced with worry and anxiety.
Because they saw Ye Fan continuously getting injured, his entire body riddled with black and red swellings, whereas Dong Ziqi seemed unscathed.
âWhat a pity, a genius falls just like that,â other ancient martial artists discussed, âNow Ye Fan is merely fighting on tenacity and his exceptionally tough physical condition, he will inevitably fall within three minutes!â
Although Dong Ziqi was getting the upper hand, he was not impatient, continuing to inflict wounds on Ye Fan.
He was indeed wary of Ye Fan suddenly pulling out some desperate moves like âSoaring Horse Tramples Swallowâ.
Therefore, he calmly and patiently continued to weaken Ye Fan, ensuring that Ye Fan ultimately lost all ability to resist.
âEh? Preparing for a last-ditch struggle?â Dong Ziqi inwardly remarked, seeing Ye Fan take several crane pecks yet still desperately close the distance between them.
Despite Ye Fan closing in, Dong Ziqi had no intention of dodging, as White Crane Yong Chun Fist was inherently a close-quarters short-strike martial art.
He swiftly stepped forward, unleashing explosive short-range power, targeting Ye Fanâs right lower ribs.
Ye Fan was prepared, deflecting Dong Ziqiâs short-range strike with a âRooster Shakes its Feathersâ move, while at the same time twisting his waist and rotating his body, his bones resonating together, he lunged towards Dong Ziqiâs chest.
The move wasnât âBear Leans Against Treeâ but rather the Baji Fistâs signature devastating move âMountain Clingingâ.
The âMountain Clingingâ of Baji Fist was incredibly powerful; usually practiced by directly ramming against walls and trees. The force was tremendous, and anyone struck would be sent flying, their chest bones shattered, internal organs ruptured, resulting in instant death.
However, âMountain Clingingâ was not an easy move to execute, it required getting very close to an opponent, and if executed poorly, it could easily be countered.
Furthermore, due to its notoriety, many were on guard against it.
Although Ye Fan mainly practiced Xingyi Boxing, his Baji Fist, like Xingyi Boxing, followed a powerful and aggressive approach, and he had some acquaintance with Baji Fist as well.
Indeed, as soon as Ye Fan executed âMountain Clinging,â Dong Ziqi immediately became cautious, quickly stepping and positioning himself to dodge Ye Fanâs âMountain Clinging.â At the same time, taking advantage of Ye Fanâs inability to stop his momentum, Dong Ziqi exerted force towards Ye Fanâs neck, aiming to completely end this life-and-death duel.
Just then, Ye Fanâs seemingly unstoppable momentum suddenly reversed, and Dong Ziqi struck at empty air.
âNot good, Iâve been tricked!â Dong Ziqi was shocked, and he immediately pulled back his hand to defend against Ye Fanâs incoming cannon punch.
However, right after that, he realized he had blocked nothing.
âHiss hiss~~â
Like a giant python appearing before him, the next moment he felt a pain in his throat and difficulty breathing, causing him to instinctively protect his neck as he stumbled backward repeatedly.
âYou, you⌠cough, cough⌠youâŚâ Dong Ziqiâs eyes widened, and he looked at Ye Fan with a face full of unwillingness. His hands tightly clutched at his throat, unable to speak, his complexion turning red and then blue as if he was being strangled and suffocating.
Ye Fanâs right hand still maintained the gesture of the snake strike.
Just now, he had suddenly transformed his punch into a snake strike. His arm supple and turning like a snake, finding a tricky angle to bypass Dong Ziqiâs block, and with lightning-fast speed, crushed Dong Ziqiâs throat, at the same time shattering Dong Ziqiâs breathing passages.
He knew he couldnât defeat Dong Ziqi with normal techniques, so he did the unexpectedâattacking Dong Ziqiâs strength with his own weakness when Dong Ziqi was totally unprepared.
However, in the next moment, he immediately leaped back several meters using a monkeyâs agility to avoid Dong Ziqiâs desperate counterattack at the brink of death.
He had also exhausted all his strength by now, his body wounded in dozens of places with no uninjured skin left, truly at the end of his tether.
Everyone below the stage was shocked by the sudden turn of events. Their eyes were wide open, mouths agape, faces filled with disbelief.
Seeing Ye Fan retreat, Dong Ziqi finally snapped out of his resentment and fear, and with a fierce move, he lunged at Ye Fan.
As a nearly accomplished master of internal energy, his vitality was extremely strong. Even with a shattered throat and broken breathing passages, he would not die immediately.
Seeing Dong Ziqi lunge at him, Ye Fan gritted his teeth, extracting his last bit of potential, and used the Rocâs Winged Light Skill to evade around the life-and-death duel stage.
For a moment, the entire stage was filled with afterimages.
Two minutes later, just as Ye Fan was about to collapse, Dong Ziqi finally slowed down, âthumpâ fell to the ground, lying on his back, convulsing ceaselessly until he suffocated to death, his eyes open wide.
Watching Dong Ziqi struggle in his last breaths, Ye Fan finally could not hold on any longer and âthud,â fell to the ground.
With the outcome of life and death now decided, Shen Biancheng moved, crossing over the super toughened glass like a Roc spreading its wings, and stepped onto the duel stage. Then he stomped his foot and dashed towards the hotel with lightning speed.
Gu Youlan, Gu Mingshuang, and Lin Yuehua instantly stood up and quickly followed Shen Biancheng toward the hotel.
At that moment, all the martial arts experts below the stage finally reacted, erupting in a deafening uproar.
For them, the result was too unexpected.
That someone could indeed challenge a master of internal energy with only late-stage dark energy, and even succeed in killing the master of internal energy.
This completely shattered their long-held perceptions.
âIf Ye Fan doesnât end up dead or crippled, his prospects are boundless, and the road to nurturing the internal energy pill is within sight!â The seated masters of internal energy all couldnât help but sigh in admiration.
âLetâs go, make a good connection,â a few masters of internal energy said as they stood up with medicinal pills and headed toward the hotel.