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A collective gasp of cold air emanated from outside the stove.

Mad Shark's eyes surged with ferocity, his blood and qi surged, and his internal strength exploded as he prepared to deliver the blade to its final destination.

But the next moment, his face darkened.

It's too heavy to deliver!

It wasn't that the knife was stuck in the bone; it was as if his wrist was being crushed by a mountain. Ye Xiao was too close, and the force of his shoulder and back fell on his hand. Once the knife entered his flesh, his hand became the nail that was pinned down.

Unable to pull back or push forward, all the force was released in the wrist.

What chilled Mad Shark even more was that Ye Xiao's breathing remained perfectly steady.

He didn't lean back, didn't catch his breath, and didn't even blink; it was as if he wasn't the one who had been stabbed.

Mad Shark's eyes changed for the first time, and his voice was forced out through clenched teeth:

"How can your foundation be so thick?!"

He could clearly feel that his wrist was being pressed down by a force, as if it were being pressed on an anvil. The other person's chest cavity vibrated but remained undisturbed, and the rebound of the skeleton was even more violent, like a sinking mountain that became harder and harder with each press.

Ye Xiao approached.

"Bang!"

He punched Mad Shark in the chest.

The punch wasn't swung or swung; it just slammed in. The force rose from the soles of the feet, traveled along the spine, and landed with such precision that it seemed nailed to the spot.

Mad Shark's shoulder blades jolted, and the mouthful of blood in his chest surged up, forcing him to take a half-step back.

But this didn't frighten him; instead, it made the madness in his eyes shine even brighter.

He grinned and said:

"Heavier than me? So what!"

Instead of retreating, the crazy shark advanced.

Instead of drawing his knife, Mad Shark used the close proximity to twist his shoulder and hip, shifting the force from his wrist to his body, and forcefully shave the knife in half an inch. You punch me, I'll stab you in the heart with my knife, let's see who falls first.

"Clang!"

The blade scraped against the hard bone, making a faint, piercing sound.

Blood immediately gushed out, rolling down his chest and landing on the ashes with a "sizzle" sound, producing black bubbles, a mixture of fishy and slightly sweet burnt flavors.

The sound was like scraping against one's teeth; some people instinctively clutched their chests, their faces turning pale on the spot.

The force of the punch that had hit Mad Shark in the chest was still exploding inside him. With his blood and energy surging, his throat bulged, and he almost spat out blood again. He swallowed it back forcefully and instead thrust the knife even harder.

Ye Xiao didn't even frown.

With the knife's edge pressed against his chest and his wrists pressed against his shoulders and back, the more Mad Shark exerted force, the deeper he sank.

Finally, someone outside the stove fell silent:

"He... stuck the knife into the flesh and kept pressing it forward?!"

The next instant, Ye Xiao's feet sank.

The second punch was shorter and more ferocious, like a stake pushing out of the ground.

"boom!"

The fist landed on the same spot in Mad Shark's chest, making him jump. His chest felt like it had collapsed, and blood finally spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But his laughter grew even fiercer, like a smile laced with daggers:

"Good...that's powerful!"

At that moment, he was certain.

In terms of foundation and vitality alone, Ye Xiao is stronger than him, and even his ruthlessness and madness are no less than his.

But the surprise lasted only a moment.

The next instant, Mad Shark's eyes turned completely cold.

What's most terrifying about an old swordsman is never brute force... it's knowing that he can't win by brute force, so he uses skill and experience to kill you.

Mad Shark used the force of the punch to slide back half a step, widening the distance, but the knife suddenly changed direction.

Do not chop or cut.

The back of the knife slammed into Ye Xiao's knee, like an iron ruler tearing bone, aiming to break his center of gravity and shatter his stance.

Ye Xiao's knees didn't buckle; he twisted his waist, switched from fist to elbow, and his elbow slammed down like a nail.

"Thump!"

Mad Shark's wrist went numb, and he almost dropped the knife.

He remained calm, smoothly shifting his grip and changing the angle of the blade, making it even more insidious and cunning.

He suddenly shoved him close, his shoulder slamming into Ye Xiao's chest.

I don't aim to knock him back, I just want to break Ye Xiao's stance by half.

Half a portion is enough.

In the instant the blade slid from the top, it sliced ​​back from under the ribs!

"Sizzle!"

Blood spurted out, instantly turning black as it fell into the ash.

Ye Xiao's chest trembled, and the hot breath almost disrupted his breathing.

He forcefully pushed the heat back down, and the stake immediately stabilized, but for the first time, he truly felt...

He was unarmed, while his opponent had a knife. He was clearly stronger, yet he was forced to take the knife by the opponent's tactics.

Mad Shark chuckled, a laugh as sharp as a knife grinding into bones:

"In a life-or-death battle, it is often not the stronger one who survives."

"A genius like you... I've never killed one before!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he changed the direction of his sword strike.

The knife is not flashy, yet it is poisonous.

Ye Xiao blocked the first blow, but the second one still grazed his shoulder, and a numb sensation crept down his arm bone.

On the third strike, he managed to regain half a step by using his body position, and the blade just grazed his throat, bringing a burning sensation.

Those watching from outside the stove felt their scalps tingle.

They finally understood the difference.

Ye Xiao's strength was heavier and fiercer, but he was forced to make it difficult to fully exert himself.

Mad Shark's knife is more skillful and ruthless; his experience and tactics overwhelm his opponents.

Mad Shark played with increasing confidence, and the madness in his eyes transformed into coldness.

"No matter how strong your constitution is, how many cuts can you withstand?"

The blade flashed obliquely, piercing through the ribcage, heading straight for the lung.

"It's over!" someone exclaimed.

Ye Xiao abruptly stopped breathing in that instant, as if his vital energy had been pulled back into his bones.

Instead of retreating, they advanced and pushed forward relentlessly.

A deep gash was cut into his left arm, and blood flowed down his arm bone.

But his fist struck the same spot in Mad Shark's chest.

"boom!!!"

Mad Shark's sternum cracked very softly, and his face turned deathly pale for a moment.

But he laughed, and his laughter became hoarse:

"right."

"That's how you should play."

He swung his knife backhand, the hilt striking Ye Xiao's brow bone.

"Bang!"

Blood splattered, Ye Xiao's vision turned red, and his ears rang.

Taking advantage of the moment the red light flared and the bird roared, the Mad Shark swooped in like a ghost.

He no longer insisted on head-on confrontations, but focused solely on the landing point.

The back of the knife struck his knee, the hilt struck his ribs, and the shoulder slammed into his chest, forcing Ye Xiao step by step toward the slipperier, hotter ash.

Force the center of gravity to disperse, force the stance to relax.

They forced someone to fall, and if they did, they would die.

Ye Xiao was forced to stagger half a step, his foot slipped, and his center of gravity was finally pried off slightly.

Mad Shark's eyes lit up.

This is the moment we've been waiting for.

He had seen Ye Xiao's close-quarters wrist-locking technique before, so this strike would no longer be aimed at the center.

He lowered his wrist, pressing down with the back of the knife, like an iron ruler pressing down on the flesh of his chest, making it impossible for him to breathe; then he flipped his wrist, and the tip of the knife 'slid' into the bone along the edge of the previous bloody gash.

"puff!"

The knife tip pierced the flesh.

Not deep, but ruthless.

It's stuck in that "can't breathe, but not dying immediately" position, causing you pain, confusion, and slowly causing you to collapse.

There was a deathly silence outside the stove; even the crackling of the fire seemed to be suppressed.

The foreman's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't dare to utter a sound.

Ye Xiao felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his blood and qi surged as if they were about to dissipate.

But he forcefully suppressed that scattered feeling, making it even more intense and heavy.

He's calculating.

This stab went even closer to the lungs, and Mad Shark got even closer... so close that his wrist, his throat, and his chest were all within his fist's reach.

And he can still throw a punch.

Even though he was covered in wounds, he hadn't reached his limit yet.

Ye Xiao looked down at the blood on his chest.

When I looked up again, the voice was still flat:

You lost.

Mad Shark laughed loudly, his laughter like scraping iron:

"Lose? You can't even breathe..."

Before he could finish speaking, he moved again.

Using the knife as a pivot, he twisted his wrist and drew the blade half an inch, then flicked it upwards, the blade grazing the flesh on Ye Xiao's neck, heading straight for his throat.

This strike is specifically aimed at that moment when someone is "out of breath".

The blade flashed close to my neck, chilling me to the bone.

Ye Xiao did not retreat.

He didn't even raise his hand to block; in that instant, he pressed all his strength inward.

The threshold between the bones was crushed on the spot by this pressure.

There are no dazzling external speakers.

A faint golden hue swept across the skin.

Everyone outside the stove froze.

The foreman's lips trembled, and he could barely speak:

"Gold...golden bones..."