Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

"Whoa, so many spectators have come. Not bad. This way, if he loses, he won’t dare deny it. Brothers, the rise of the Little Eagle Association starts today by taking down that monster!"

Liu Yao saw more and more people gathering, he rubbed his hands eagerly and stood inside the circle, his expression turned serious, and he began to adjust his breathing.

Zhang Su saw Liu Yao take a deep breath and assume a starting stance of unknown style. He calmly stood in place and said, "Someone come up and be the referee."

"I’ll do it, I’ll do it, don’t all rush!"

Pang Dakun volunteered and swiftly sprang to the edge of the circle, leaving a few slower individuals behind.

"Let’s just start!"

"Alright, uncle, here we go, get ready! Three, two, one!"

When Pang Dakun counted to two, he leaped back, afraid of being caught up in the punches and kicks.

At the moment the word finished, Liu Yao moved. Not sure which martial arts master taught him, but you could see he had some foundation. He stomped his foot fiercely, his hand clawed like an eagle’s, targeting Zhang Su’s face, the Eagle Claw Skill was well-executed.

His movements were swift, powerful, and forceful!

The vast majority of spectators were ordinary people with no martial arts background. They usually relied on weapons in their hands to kill enemies. When Liu Yao made his move, they were shocked. Indeed, you could spot an expert at a glance!

Swish.

Facing Liu Yao’s fierce attack, Zhang Su slightly tilted his body, an eagle claw, dark and wrinkled, brushed past his nose, missing by just a centimeter or two, a narrow escape!

"Hey!"

Missing the mark, Liu Yao quickly changed his attack. Before landing, he turned mid-air, and his claw swung outward again towards Zhang Su’s face. Judging by the position of the attack, it seemed he was determined to scratch his eyes, a fierce move hidden within the masculine force!

Whoosh.

Zhang Su was about half a head taller than Liu Yao. As his opponent changed the move, he stretched his neck and slightly leaned back, the breeze brushing his face, dodging the attack again by less than two centimeters, as if deliberately measured.

To most onlookers, Zhang Su seemed incapable, only dodging without even a chance to counterattack, which seemed a bit mediocre. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before he lost.

"Hey!"

Missing two attacks, Liu Yao had another move in the bag. As his feet landed, he smoothly executed a sweeping kick, perfectly utilizing the backhand’s strength. If this hit the opponent, they would surely fall.

The first two moves were completed in an instant, the entire sequence lasting merely a second or two. Everyone except the people of Celestial Horse Island were holding their breath, focused entirely on the match. Fistfights were definitely more thrilling than gunfights, but the people of Celestial Horse Island weren’t paying attention to the duel and were instead remaining vigilant against anyone trying to cause trouble!

Bam!

The exciting moment arrived. Liu Yao’s third sweeping kick finally succeeded, solidly hitting the side of Zhang Su’s calf, causing him to tilt and fall sideways.

"Damn..."

Zheng Xinyu was shocked, but before she could call out, a hand suddenly covered her mouth from the side.

In the arena, Zhang Su used the power of the sweeping kick to spin half a circle in the air with his navel as the center. At that moment, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Liu Yao’s neck...

Whoosh... Bang!

As the figures crisscrossed and light flickered, the crowd rubbed their eyes to see clearly.

Just a moment ago, Zhang Su was about to hit the ground, but now he stood squarely within the circle, while Liu Yao, who had just succeeded with his move, lay on the ground, his upper body outside the circle, in a precarious position!

"Out you go!"

With Zhang Su’s final word, he kicked Liu Yao on his back, sending him rolling out of the circle.

What just happened?

The place fell into silence.

Lying outside the circle, Liu Yao was baffled. He clearly remembered hitting Zhang Su with the sweeping kick and even planned his next move, so how did he end up getting thrown down and kicked out? It didn’t hurt much, but it was too bizarre!

Springing up like a carp, Liu Yao stood up abruptly, bewildered, and looked around at the crowd, which was just as confused as he was.

"What kind of trick did you pull?"

Liu Yao pointed at Zhang Su and shouted angrily.

"What do you mean, trick? You lost, Director Liu!"

Zhang Su spread his hands with a hint of a smile.

Outside, Zheng Xinyu was almost fuming with rage, thinking who dared to cover her mouth. Seeing it was Ju Mumio, her anger subsided significantly. She pushed her hand away and asked, "What just happened?"

Ju Mumio answered calmly, "Even three of him couldn’t defeat half of Zhang Su!"

Without a proper explanation, only a different answer, Zheng Xinyu turned her gaze back to the arena.

Liu Yao stood back in the circle, defiant from head to toe, demanding, "Let’s do it again!"

"What do you mean ’again’? You think we’re kids playing rock-paper-scissors, thinking it’s best of three, huh! Do you feel it’s not enough since it doesn’t hurt?"

Zhang Su said with a strange expression. He purposefully held back to present himself as virtuous and win over the Little Eagle Association and the Apocalypse Corps, but his opponent was not in pain and therefore not convinced.

People around also looked at Liu Yao with strange gazes. Though curious why Zhang Su could turn a clear defeat into an instant victory, a win is a win!

"Director Liu, you seem like a straightforward person. Can we not mess around, go sit on Celestial Horse Island, and talk about things? Isn’t that better than standing here in the Northwest wind?"

Zhang Xin couldn’t help but retort.

"It’s all just show..."

Those four words from Yang Xinqi instantly ignited Liu Yao’s burning rage.

"Ah!"

Shouting fervently, he charged at Zhang Su, determined to redeem his honor.

"Boss, don’t..."

"Hey, you..."

Whoosh, boom... Bam.

Before anyone could stop him, a shadow flew out of the arena, slamming into a nanny van three meters away, denting the door panel and cracking the glass, which remained hanging on the window frame like a spider web thanks to the film.

Silence descended once again, all eyes focused on the curled-up figure on the ground.

One kick.

It was really just one kick...

As Liu Yao charged toward Zhang Su, many watched with interest, only to see Zhang Su strike with a front kick facing Liu Yao’s advance.

To their credit, Liu Yao’s reflexes were decent. When he saw Zhang Su’s kick, he switched from attack to defense, quickly shielding his front with his arms. Then a tremendous force kicked him flying!

"Cough, cough..."

On the ground, Liu Yao coughed, his right arm, which shielded him, had a bone fracture, and his left arm was numb and limp, making it hard to get up. Several members of the Little Eagle Association hurriedly helped him up, allowing him to lean against the car.

"Coughing up blood..."

Just settled, another fit of coughing came, blood-tinged saliva splattering on the ground, clearly injured quite severely.

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