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Chapter 87 Bloodbath

Xu Chongshan didn't give Ye Xiao a chance to catch his breath. After the shoulder strike, his punches became even more insidious.

"Bang!"

A punch grazed Ye Xiao's ribs, the pain exploding, his arm bones went numb, and his knuckles went cold.

Ye Xiao tried to get close enough to regain the rhythm, but Xu Chongshan cut him off first.

The right claw grips the elbow, while the left palm slices upwards like a knife, the blade aimed straight for three inches below the throat.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.

They don't talk about winning, they only talk about causing people to die.

Ye Xiao raised his arm to block the blade, but was pulled by the claw's strength, his elbow joint cracked, and he almost dislocated.

The audience held their breath.

Someone's voice was dry: "It's going to break—"

Ye Xiao's feet suddenly sank, forcefully pulling his joint back, but that momentary hesitation was still caught by Xu Chongshan.

It struck my forehead, raindrops hitting me.

Ye Xiao turned his head to avoid it, but his brow bone was still grazed and cut. Hot blood mixed with rain flowed down, and his vision turned red for a moment.

Xu Chongshan whispered in his ear and laughed until his voice was hoarse: "Your skills aren't bad, but they're still too immature compared to mine."

With a backhand short elbow strike, he hit Ye Xiao in the chest.

"Thump!"

His chest jolted, his breath caught in his throat, and Ye Xiao finally took a half-step back.

If you retreat any further, your heel will hit the metal bar.

Xu Chongshan saw everything clearly, but he was determined not to let Ye Xiao suffer a crushing defeat. Ever since he confirmed that Ye Xiao was a Golden Bone, all he wanted was for Ye Xiao to die on the stage.

The madness and depravity in Xu Chongshan's eyes shone even brighter: "Don't worry, I won't let you step down!"

"You will die today!!"

Before Ye Xiao could regain his footing, he pressed down hard with his shoulder, elbow, and knee in a straight line, not pressing down on his retreat, but forcibly pushing him back from the edge of the stage to the center.

step.

Two steps.

The audience could no longer contain their commotion.

Someone gasped, then whispered with a hint of incredulous excitement, "Ye Xiao isn't going to make it!"

Some reacted even faster, their lips tightening: "Xu Chongshan is really going to tear someone apart on stage—he may be crazy, but his strength is truly terrifying!"

The eyes of the several hall masters under the awning lit up for a moment. Their men were all dead, and they were all holding their breath, wishing they could see Ye Xiao fall on the spot.

Ye Xiao's eyes were cold and hard.

He knew that if he continued to waste time like this, he would be defeated by Xu Chongshan's experience and skills.

Although Xue Chan had taught him, the time was ultimately too short, only a little over half a month.

Seeing his movements become sluggish, Xu Chongshan laughed even more maniacally, his voice sharp and menacing: "You can't hold on."

"A golden bone like yours, which has never been broken, deserves to die by my hand!"

He changed tactics again, grabbing the shoulder tendons with his claws and slicing the throat with his palm, aiming to kill directly.

As Ye Xiao's palm blade drew near, he suppressed the breath in his chest to its lowest point, as if forcing blood into the cracks of his bones.

As the stance training deepens, the body's Qi and blood surge, and the heartbeat suddenly becomes heavy, as heavy as a drumstick striking the bones.

The next moment, a cold glint appeared in Ye Xiao's eyes.

Burning blood.

Without shouting or revealing anything, his surging blood and qi began to burn, and the golden aura beneath his skin was swept away by the crimson color, flashing briefly.

Ye Xiao's speed and strength increased instantly.

Just as Xu Chongshan's claws gripped his shoulder, Ye Xiao's shoulder blades sank, causing him to flinch away slightly, while his elbows simultaneously thrust upwards.

"Thump!"

The elbow struck the inside of Xu Chongshan's wrist, causing his wrist to go numb and his claw strength to dissipate.

Ye Xiao pressed close to him.

His fist rose like a hammer, striking straight at his ribs.

"Thump!"

Another punch, to the chest.

"Bang!"

The third punch was even shorter, striking right at the collarbone.

"Bang!"

The three punches were delivered in quick succession, each one devoid of any fancy moves, yet each carrying astonishing power.

Xu Chongshan's face paled for the first time, and he staggered back several steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The spectators below the stage felt a chill run down their spines.

"They drove Xu Chongshan back, even making him vomit blood?"

"They were just getting beaten badly not long ago, how did they turn the tables so quickly?"

"Has he been hiding his true strength all along?"

Those watching the game, including Gray Sleeves and Black Sleeves, couldn't help but discuss it.

But the discussion didn't last long; most people were too frightened to speak.

The gang leaders under the awning looked grim; their earlier "satisfaction" had been completely wiped out by those three punches.

"Has he gone mad?!"

One of the hall masters couldn't help but say, "The side effects of burning blood are so severe. Even if it doesn't cripple you, it will take a long time to recover."

"So you're just letting him wait to die?" another hall master replied coldly. "Xu Chongshan wants him dead. If he doesn't burn his blood, he'll only die. What's more—he dared to burn his blood before he was even in dire straits. This man is truly ruthless and decisive."

After Xu Chongshan managed to stand up, he raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth. The blood was washed away by the rain, but the metallic taste remained.

He stared at Ye Xiao, first stunned, then laughed even harder, his chest trembling: "Burning Blood?!"

"Your path will inevitably be affected, no matter what!"

The madness in his eyes exploded completely: "Good! Excellent!"

"You dare burn your blood? What do I have to fear?!"

Xu Chongshan took a deep breath.

He inhaled so deeply that his chest swelled up for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the golden aura beneath his skin was forcefully pushed out by a dark red force. The gold was tinged with blood, dazzlingly bright, yet it exuded a sense of "crack".

Burning blood!

Even with severe side effects, he wanted Ye Xiao to die before his eyes; at this moment, only this one thought remained in his mind.

At that moment, the audience didn't just discuss it, they fell completely silent.

Some of the people in the outer circle of black sleeves subconsciously took a half step back, only to be pushed back by the wall of people behind them. Their faces turned as white as paper, while those in the inner circle of gray sleeves held their breath.

Someone's lips trembled, and their words broke off: "He—he also burned his blood?!"

A knowledgeable man in grey sleeves beside him said in a dry voice, "His foundation has been damaged, yet he still dares to bleed—this isn't fighting, it's self-immolation. He'll either kill someone or burn himself to a crisp first."

Under the canopy, the hall masters looked solemn, and even the four guardians in front of the stage changed their expressions.

In the next instant, Xu Chongshan's speed and power also increased, becoming even more ferocious.

But the ferocity was tinged with a sense of loss of control.

He stopped using any tactics and went straight for the kill.

Punches, claws, elbows—every move was aimed at vital points, with no regard for how long they could hold out.

"Bang!"

Ye Xiao raised his arm to block, his arm bone jolted, and pain shot straight to his shoulder.

"Thump!"

His shoulder and back slammed into Ye Xiao again, making his chest feel tight once more.

The two tore at each other closely, rainwater splashing everywhere as they were trampled, and the wooden platform creaking loudly.

The sounds of fists and elbows clashing against flesh were as dense as raindrops as two figures clashed on the stage.

Xu Chongshan fought with increasing ferocity, his eyes bloodshot, a smile playing on his lips, but one filled with hatred: "Did you see that?"

"This is the fate we were meant to have!"

A claw reached for his throat, and Ye Xiao dodged it by tilting his neck, but the claw tip still drew a line of blood.

The next instant, his left fist shot up and struck straight at his temple.

Ye Xiao raised his elbow to block, and with a muffled thud, his entire arm went numb.

He took a half step back, using the numbness as an excuse, but his heel almost stepped on the iron bar at the edge of the platform.

To retreat further would mean defeat.

Ye Xiao is not backing down.

The burning heat of his blood was raging in his bones, making his vision bright. He forced that heat into the stake and into his fist.

Xu Chongshan pounced again.

Ye Xiao stepped in first.

It's not a collision, it's a cut-in.

He pushed his shoulder against the chest line, forcing out a half-inch gap, and then thrust his fist upwards, aiming at the breath between Xu Chongshan's ribs.

"Thump!"

Xu Chongshan's body stiffened.

The second punch followed, striking right in the chest.

"Bang!"

The third punch was even harder, landing right below the collarbone.

"Bang!"

Xu Chongshan was struck three times in succession, staggering but still laughing, his laughter hoarse and broken: "Well done! Too bad you're not—"

Before he could finish speaking, a mouthful of blood gushed out.

It wasn't the kind of blood that comes out when you're beaten; it was blood that comes out when you're burning up and your blood and qi can't handle it, so it flows back up from your throat.

The light in his eyes flickered, then began to dart around.

The fire came on fiercely, but it also went away quickly.

Xu Chongshan wanted to press down again, but his legs went weak for a moment. At that moment, he realized that people whose foundation and qi and blood have been damaged cannot burn blood for long.

In that instant, Ye Xiao gave him no chance whatsoever.

He stepped close and struck Xu Chongshan's chest with the heel of his palm, dispersing the opponent's stance and allowing him to stand but not exert any force.

Then he threw a punch.

The power of the stance rises from the soles of the feet, combined with the burning blood and qi and the force of the collapsing mountain fist, without circling or cutting, directly hitting the heart.

"Bang!

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It exploded with a muffled thud.