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Chapter 84 He Can't Take It

The bare-chested protector turned his face to the side, his gaze growing even more somber.

The guardian, who resembled a scholar, moved his fingertips away from the copper bell slightly, and his expression also became more composed.

Ye Xiao's breathing remained perfectly steady.

He stood beside the bloodstain, his sleeve still neatly trimmed, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

The smile on Duan Qingzhou's lips remained, but it had turned bitter: "He's not as simple as I thought. Don't let him get ahead; crush him!"

Upon hearing this, the four immediately shrank back, squeezing and pressing their positions together, cutting off Ye Xiao's path to a narrow strip.

If things continue at their pace, Ye Xiao will inevitably be pushed towards Xu Chongshan little by little.

But Ye Xiao didn't follow.

He moved his feet and cut diagonally in front of Duan Qingzhou before the encirclement could close in.

Duan Qingzhou's eyes twitched. Instinctively, he wanted to use the rain to slip away, but before the thought even formed, Ye Xiao had already pressed close to him. Duan Qingzhou was a beat too slow, and his escape route was cut off.

Ye Xiao raised his hand, his stance sinking, his blood and qi surging, and the force from the soles of his feet straight up to his fist, the three forces of stance energy twisting into one point in an instant.

"Bang!"

Duan Qingzhou hastily raised his arm to block, his arm bones went numb from the shock, the breath in his chest was instantly dissipated, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He stumbled back several steps, his heel slipped on the wet edge of the platform, and half of his foot almost missed the mark. He managed to twist his waist and pull himself back, preventing himself from falling off the platform, but his face turned pale instantly.

Someone in the audience gasped, "He managed to break through the pressure from five people? He first knocked one of them to his knees, then punched Duan Qingzhou until he vomited blood!"

The person next to him lowered their voice, their tone hoarse: "I've never seen this guy before—he's too tough."

The rain intensified, and it grew colder on the platform.

Duan Qingzhou wiped the blood from his lips, his smile completely crumbling, the slight disdain in his eyes shattering away: "Don't let him regain his momentum, crush him!"

Shen Cheng's gaze darkened, Luo Tieshan pressed down on his shoulders, and the woman in the rain hat continued to mend her side and back, sewing it shut tightly.

Their tactics remained unchanged: force them to retreat, create chaos, and send them to Xu Chongshan's side.

Ye Xiao's answer was more direct.

Instead of retreating, he followed the sound of "press" and took another step in.

This step is tantamount to voluntarily handing oneself over to the heart of the net.

Many people in the audience felt a chill run down their spines: They're asking for trouble.

But the next moment, Ye Xiao's actions suddenly changed.

He stopped competing for their positions and started poaching people.

With his elbow, he first pushed aside Luo Tieshan's shoulder and back, and using that half-inch of space in that instant, he flicked his toe and kicked the puddle where Duan Qingzhou had landed, causing it to explode.

Water splashed into my eyes.

The moment Duan Qingzhou narrowed her eyes, before she could even raise her hand to protect herself, Ye Xiao had already pressed close to her.

This punch no longer aimed at the chest, but instead landed three inches below the throat.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud exploded against the bone.

Duan Qingzhou only managed to squeeze out a short "ho" before his Adam's apple seemed to collapse, his eyes went blank, and his body went limp.

He still had his arm raised, trying to block, but it fell down halfway up.

The next instant, Duan Qingzhou fell back onto the stage, not even blinking as the rain lashed his face.

dead.

The gasps of breath under the awning were abruptly cut off, and everyone swallowed their voices back into their throats.

No one expected people to die so quickly, and even less did they expect Duan Qingzhou to die at Ye Xiao's hands.

The hall master behind Duan Qingzhou twitched his face, wanting to curse but unable to.

He knew Duan Qingzhou still had tricks up his sleeve, but Ye Xiao's move was too fierce and too fast, leaving him no chance to turn the tables.

A hint of interest flickered in the eyes of the bare-chested guardian, as if he had finally seen a blade being drawn.

Ye Xiao didn't look at the audience, nor did he look at Xu Chongshan.

He turned around and walked toward the kneeling man with the knife.

The man, who had been forced to kneel by a knee and whose forehead was pressed against the damp wooden platform, finally caught his breath and looked up to see Duan Qingzhou dead.

His pupils contracted sharply, his hand reached for the hilt of the knife, but halfway there it trembled and he could no longer hold it. A hoarse voice squeezed out from his throat: "Don't kill me."

Ye Xiao didn't let him finish speaking.

Step on the wrist with one foot and sink your heel down.

"Click."

The sound of cracking bones was half-covered by the sound of rain, but it still made one's teeth ache.

The man with the knife twitched in pain and tried to roll away, but Ye Xiao took the opportunity to bend down, press his palm against the back of the man's neck, and twist it.

The movements were clean and efficient.

"Crack."

As the neck bones snapped, the knife-wielder's eyes rolled back, blood and foam gushed from his mouth, and he went limp, no longer struggling.

A second life.

Feng Tailai, as if whipped, muttered under his breath, "Damn it! What a piece of trash!"

He immediately shut up after cursing, his face turning ashen.

Only three remained in the encirclement.

Luo Tieshan, Shen Cheng, and the woman in the rain hat.

But at this moment, the three of them were completely different from when they started.

Luo Tieshan stared at the two corpses on the platform, a mixture of ruthlessness and fear in his eyes. His voice was hoarse, but he had to keep going.

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"Charge! He's not made of gold! If we all attack at the same time, he won't be able to withstand it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them moved at the same time.

Luo Tieshan's powerful stance surged, his shoulders and back pressing down hard, slamming into Ye Xiao's chest, attempting to push him back; Shen Cheng's footwork cut diagonally, blocking Ye Xiao's path of movement; the woman in the rain hat stepped back, firmly blocking his retreat.

The three forces pressed down together, and the tabletop seemed to sink by half an inch.

Ye Xiao didn't wait for them to press their force down.

Just as Luo Tieshan was about to charge, his momentum still building, Ye Xiao had already taken a half-step forward, sliding past Luo Tieshan's shoulder line to avoid a direct collision while simultaneously closing the distance.

Once you're in close combat, punches are the least effective.

The fist rises and falls in an instant.

"Bang!"

Luo Tieshan felt a sudden explosion in his throat, as if his trachea had been crushed by a punch, and his vision went black instantly.

He tried to inhale, but instead inhaled a mouthful of blood.

My hand instinctively reached out, and blood gushed from between my fingers, burning hot.

He staggered two steps, his toes touched the puddles, his body sank, and he fell to his knees with a thud, then lay face up in the rain.

The rain lashed his face, but he stopped blinking.

A third life.

Apart from Ye Xiao and Xu Chongshan, who hadn't moved at all, there were only two people left on the stage.

Shen Cheng's face changed completely.

He no longer pretended to be calm, nor did he expect to be able to suppress Ye Xiao.

There was no admitting defeat on stage; he didn't even offer a way to beg for mercy.

His mind raced: the only way to survive was to use the force of the blow to fall off the stage and pretend to admit defeat.

But the prerequisite is that he must survive this attack first.

With a flick of his finger, Shen Cheng sent the abacus beads flying out from between his fingers, aiming straight for Ye Xiao's eye.

His hidden move was also his last trump card.

The rain lines were dense, the raindrops were small, and the angle was tricky.

Many people in the audience wearing grey sleeves felt their hearts pound, and some even instinctively raised their hands to cover their eyes.

But Ye Xiao didn't even turn his head.

He raised two fingers and firmly pinched the bead between them.

"bite."

Shen Cheng felt a chill run down his spine.

If he's going to retreat, he must retreat to the edge of the platform.

But Ye Xiao had already closed in, and the rain was stomped out of existence.

Just as Shen Cheng raised his hand, the second bead was still rolling in his palm when Ye Xiao's fist landed.

The Mountain-Crushing Fist strikes straight at the heart.

"Bang!"

Shen Cheng raised his abacus to block, but the force still pierced through his protective gear, causing a section of his chest to collapse, his eyes to go unfocused, and his entire body to be blasted backward.

It did indeed crash off the stage, just as he had planned.

But those that fell were not living people.

His back slammed against the edge of the wooden platform, and he immediately slipped and fell heavily into the water below.

The water splashed up half a meter high, then fell back still.

The fourth life.

Almost everyone under the awning fell silent, including the hall masters.