Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

Just as everyone was talking, a commotion also came from within the Black Dragon Society's camp.

A heavy footstep sounded from behind the Japanese.

"Thump. Thump. Thump."

With each step, the ground seemed to tremble slightly.

The crowd dispersed, and a large figure walked down from the stage.

This was a burly man, or more accurately, a giant. He was only a little over 1.6 meters tall, but his body was as wide as two people.

What is most striking is that he is completely shrouded in a set of heavy black iron weapons.

This weapon system was constructed from pieces of high-quality steel armor, with exposed, large gears and brass-colored pneumatic pipes at the joints. On his back was a miniature cylindrical steam boiler, from which pressure valves were spewing out scorching white steam.

Only his shaved head was visible, his face displaying a morbid excitement and cruelty.

"This is the latest 'Iron Barrier' Type II that the Japanese have brought to Yangcheng." Chen Wu's voice was filled with deep worry. "The person controlling it is called Takeda Takeshi, a madman. Last month in Hong Kong, he tore a dockworker union leader in half on the street. This thing has incredible strength and astonishing defensive capabilities. Although Huo Zhenshan is skilled in external martial arts, he is still made of flesh and blood. Although his Bajiquan is fierce and domineering... I'm afraid he won't be able to break through this iron shell."

Sixth Senior Brother Zhao Xing picked up his wine bowl, took a sip, and said, "Foreigners' weapons do have a huge advantage at the Refining Strength and Ming Jin stages. Ordinary fist and foot weapons can't hurt the flesh inside the iron shell at all. To break this iron turtle, you either need enough strength to tear the steel plates of the weapon or shatter its internal structure, or you need to use hidden strength to penetrate the iron armor and directly hit its internal organs. This battle is probably in jeopardy."

Lin Hai stood by the window, watching the monster encased in steel on the arena, silently calculating in his mind. If it were him, with the combined strength of 2,500 jin, could he smash this iron turtle shell with a single punch?

The two were already standing on the platform.

There were no referees, and no formalities. Stepping onto this stage meant signing a waiver of right and wrong.

"kill!"

Huo Zhenshan roared and stomped his feet heavily on the wooden plank.

"Snapped!"

A loud bang echoed through the air, the sound of Huo Zhenshan's bones and muscles cracking. He was like an enraged tiger, using the momentum of his stomp to instantly cover a distance of two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) and rush directly in front of Wu Tiangang.

Bajiquan is all about hard fighting and direct attacks; the opening move is a vicious "Three Points of the King of Hell" strike.

Huo Zhenshan unleashed a barrage of punches, landing three consecutive blows on Takeda Tsuyoshi's face, throat, and chest.

Faced with this swift attack, Takeda Tsuyoshi made no attempt to dodge. He raised his steel left arm to block in front of him, using the fine steel to meet Huo Zhenshan's iron fist.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Three deafening clangs of metal clashing echoed across the square.

Huo Zhenshan's fist struck the weapon, leaving only three shallow white marks on the surface of the iron armor.

In contrast, Huo Zhenshan was forced back half a step by the force of the recoil, and his knuckles turned slightly red.

"Is that all the strength you've got?" Takeda grinned, revealing his yellowed teeth, and mocked him in broken Chinese.

Before he could finish speaking, the steam boiler behind him suddenly emitted a sharp whistling sound.

"laugh!"

A large amount of white steam was ejected from the valve. With the power poured in, Takeda Tsuyoshi's right arm swept out with tremendous force, heading straight for Huo Zhenshan's waist and ribs.

With nowhere to dodge, Huo Zhenshan could only take a deep breath, his abdominal muscles tensing instantly as he unleashed his Iron Armor Kung Fu, raising his right arm to block.

"Bang!"

A dull thud resounded, and Huo Zhenshan was struck as if by lightning. The terrifying force sent him staggering back more than ten steps until his heels slammed into the wooden stakes at the edge of the arena.

He lowered his right arm; the sleeve of his forearm was torn, revealing bruised skin. Even with the Iron Armor Technique protecting him, the blow from Takeda Go's mechanically amplified form still seriously injured him.

"This weapon system is terrifyingly powerful." In the private room, Lei Zhen clenched his fists. "Even Huo Zhenshan's Iron Armor Skill might not be able to withstand it."

On the stage, Huo Zhenshan spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes becoming even more ferocious.

He did not back down, but instead pounced on her again.

Since we can't penetrate the breastplate, we'll attack the weakest point.

Huo Zhenshan lowered his body, dodging another heavy punch from Takeda, and directly cut into Takeda's center.

Takeda roared, his arms clasped together like a giant iron clamp, as if he wanted to strangle Huo Zhenshan in his arms.

Huo Zhenshan took a "mud-wading step" and slipped under Wu Tiangang's armpit, then delivered a backhand elbow strike that landed heavily on Wu Tiangang's lower back.

The two engaged in a fierce battle on the ring.

Huo Zhenshan's Bajiquan moves were all aimed at Takeda Tsuyoshi's head and joints, but all of his attacks were blocked by Takeda Tsuyoshi's heavy armor and mechanical arms.

Time passed little by little.

Huo Zhenshan's breathing became heavy, and his chest heaved violently. The explosive power of Ming Jin required immense physical strength, and the prolonged movement and head-on clashes had pushed his stamina to its limit.

Takeda also noticed his opponent's fatigue. The boiler behind him roared again, and the two mechanical iron fists slammed down alternately, forcing Huo Zhenshan to retreat repeatedly.

Finally, as he dodged a heavy blow, Huo Zhenshan's pace slowed down slightly.

Takeda seized this opening, and his mechanical left arm extended, its five thick iron fingers spreading out to grab Huo Zhenshan's arm.

"Snap!"

The sound of gears locking rang out, and the iron fingers dug deep into the flesh of Huo Zhenshan's left arm, wedging his arm firmly in the mechanical claw.

The Jingwu Association members below the stage immediately gasped in surprise.

"Third Senior Brother!"

"Watch out!"

Several disciples of the Jingwu Association shouted anxiously.

On the arena.

Takeda Tsuyoshi looked at the subdued Huo Zhenshan with a cruel grin. The boiler behind him roared again, its power instantly boosting the mechanical left arm.

He wanted to tear Huo Zhenshan's arm off alive!

Takeda roared, his massive body suddenly lurching backward, the mechanical arm pulling violently backward with immense force.

In that instant, Huo Zhenshan faced a life-or-death decision.

If you try to back away to deflect the force, you will inevitably lose your balance due to the mechanical power. Not only will you lose your arm, but you will also be dragged into Takeda's attack range and have your head smashed by his other ready-to-go iron fist.

Huo Zhenshan did not back down.

Amidst everyone's horrified gazes, he suddenly erupted into a wild roar.

He abandoned all defense and retreat, and slammed his right leg into the ring. With a loud cracking sound as the wooden planks shattered, Huo Zhenshan not only didn't try to pull his arm back, but instead used the terrifying force of Takeda's pull to lunge forward!

"Sizzle!"

With a sickeningly painful sound of flesh and bone being torn apart, Huo Zhenshan's left arm was ripped off at the shoulder.

Blood spurted out, instantly staining half the arena red. White bone fragments and broken veins throbbed in the air, a truly gruesome sight.

But Huo Zhenshan didn't even blink.

The excruciating pain seemed to have transformed into fuel for his attack. Using the pulling force and his own explosive forward momentum, he instantly closed the distance to within half a foot of Takeda.

At this distance, the bulky mechanical arms simply wouldn't have enough time to retreat and defend.

Takeda's grinning face froze instantly. In his pupils, only Huo Zhenshan's pale face, which was filled with endless killing intent, was reflected.

"die!"

Huo Zhenshan swung his remaining right arm upwards with a sudden, powerful swing, unleashing his late-stage Ming Jin cultivation to its fullest extent. His entire body resonated with a thunderous roar, like a thunderclap exploding from the ground.

Bajiquan's ultimate move: The Fierce Tiger Climbs the Mountain!

At such close range, his fist struck Takeda Tsuyoshi precisely in the throat.

"Bang! Crack!"

A dull thud and the cracking sound of bones breaking rang out almost simultaneously.

Takeda's head snapped backward at an extremely bizarre angle from the heavy punch, his entire skull almost touching the boiler behind him.

His massive body swayed twice, then with a loud thud, he fell backward and crashed heavily onto the ring.

The stage was deathly silent.

Only the steam boiler behind Takeda was still hissing and leaking white steam, while Takeda himself was already dead, his eyes rolled back, blood flowing from his seven orifices.

Huo Zhenshan stood still, his body swaying violently. He gripped the severed wound on his left shoulder tightly with his right hand, trying to stop the gushing blood, but blood continued to gush out through his fingers.

He looked down at Takeda's corpse, gritted his teeth, and uttered three words in a hoarse voice:

"Next game."

As soon as he finished speaking, everything went black before his eyes, and his tall body fell straight backward.

"Third Senior Brother!"

A dozen or so men from the Jingwu Association jumped over the ropes, rushed onto the stage, and hurriedly tore off their clothes to bandage Huo Zhenshan's broken arm before carrying him off the stage.

Several ronin from the Japanese side also came up and dragged away Takeda Tsuyoshi's body with expressionless faces.

Hongbinlou, top floor.

Fourth Senior Brother Lei Zhen slammed his fist on the windowsill, his eyes reddening, and gritted his teeth, cursing, "What a damn man! Trading his arm for a life, the Jingwu Association has guts!"

Senior Brother Chen Wu sighed deeply: "Huo Zhenshan is finished. Even if he survives, without an arm, his martial arts career is over."

Lin Hai stood by the window, his palms damp with a thin layer of sweat.

If Huo Zhenshan had hesitated for even a second, or had been reluctant to part with his arm, he would be the one lying on the stage being dragged away right now.

Third Senior Brother Chang Yun frowned deeply. "The first match was already so fierce; the next two matches will likely be very difficult to end..."

Before Chang Yun could finish speaking, another gong sounded downstairs.

The second round has begun.