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"It's like self-eating."

Yuan Chen explained, "My life energy is being consumed at an alarming rate. Perhaps in another seven or eight... no, at most five minutes, I will definitely lose my life as my organic components reach zero."

Although he said that, Yuan Chen showed no worry on his face.

After hearing Yuan Chen's words and sensing the strange aura emanating from Yuan Chen, Sagat roughly understood what life energy was.

Thinking this, Sagat pondered briefly before saying, "That dark red blood aura that was emanating from you just now... was it mine?"

"Correct answer!"

Yuan Chen nodded, his eyes filled with madness: "When you struck my heart again, I abandoned all counterattacks and concentrated all my senses on this power originating from my soul and body! Using that wave of killing intent as a trigger—"

"And then, it became the core of life!!"

Upon hearing this, Sagat nodded and said, "I can feel that you are like a lump of coal... no, I should say a match? Burning yourself at an alarming rate."

"Ah, the reason you lost is that your punch didn't smash my skull!"

Sagat simply shook his head: "The reason for the defeat? The battle is only just beginning, isn't it?"

"Ah! You're right! You're right, the battle has only just begun!!!"

Looking at Yuan Chen, who was unusually excited and seemed to be high on drugs, Sagat narrowed his eyes slightly.

Regardless of Yuan Chen's current mental state, one thing is certain: Sagat is not immune to this.

That is, with the explosive awakening of this ability, which he calls 'life energy', and the continuous burning of life, if Sagat was the ** before, then Yuan Chen was the match.

Now, Yuan Chen is still a match, but he has been doused with gasoline.

The fire intensifies, and may go out at any moment. But before it dies out, it will undoubtedly burst into its most blazing display of light!

However... in battles between fighters, victory is not solely determined by sheer strength.

Without creating an absolute gap, this kind of mental breakdown...

Just as he was thinking this, Yuan Chen suddenly calmed down under Sagat's gaze, then patted his head helplessly before looking at Sagat and saying:

"Sorry, this is the first time I've entered such an overactive state of life energy. My nerves are a bit too active, and my brain is about to break down."

Seeing Yuan Chen suddenly regain his composure and calmness, Sagat's heart sank.

Yuan Chen shook his head indifferently.

Life energy has a certain degree of addictiveness—but this addiction is not a chemical dependence, but a psychological dependence that arises after a person experiences this feeling of being fully alive.

Therefore, for the first two years after arriving in this world, Yuan Chen always sold but never touched anything.

After thinking for a moment, Yuan Chen nodded and said, "Two minutes left... Haha, time is running out."

As the words were spoken, both Sagat and Chun-Li, located at the end of the street, could vaguely see some flashing police lights and hear the wailing sirens.

As he spoke, Yuan Chen clenched his fist and addressed Sagat:

“I don’t want to give this chance to defeat you to someone else, and you don’t want to be taken away by Interpol.”

"So, there's no other choice. Come on... let's blast them apart as fast as we can!!"

Upon hearing this, Sagat remained silent for a moment, then nodded and said:

"...Just what I wanted."

As he spoke, Sagat lowered his body, and golden energy began to emerge from every inch of his skin, turning into a visible gold color, followed by a flame mixed with a slight dark red.

With his legs slightly bent, the ever-increasing pressure caused Sagat's feet to sink into the ground, and the cracked cement beneath his feet spread out in a spiderweb-like pattern.

Everything—physical strength, fighting spirit, killing intent, the pride of being an emperor, all the humiliations and obsessions of the past three years.

Despite it being their first meeting, for some reason, Sagat felt an inexplicable urge to win, sensing Yuan Chen's madness.

Yuan Chen also raised his right hand.

With fingers pointing upwards, the long, slender fingers were brought together to form a knife. The violent life energy surged and churned like boiling oil.

The two moved at the same time.

Without signal or agreement, it was simply a tacit competition to see who could accumulate the winning blow the fastest.

It's like two gunmen facing a pile of parts; there's no extra process, it's just a simple competition of who can assemble it faster.

Soon, the first person to finish charging up emerged.

Sagat was the first to break through.

With his power pushed to its limit, his figure left a dark red afterimage in the night, each step leaving a deep pit in the concrete.

In the blink of an eye, he traversed a distance of more than ten meters and arrived in front of Yuan Chen.

Sagat, once known as the Muay Thai Emperor, was defeated by Rung's Rising Dragon Fist.

So, Sagat practiced repeatedly against the powerful current beneath the deep mountain waterfall. Finally, under extreme resistance, he successfully combined the explosive power and speed of his waist, abdomen, shoulders, back, and fists into one, and the moment he unleashed it, the explosive force caused the waterfall to flow backward.

Now, with a low stance, a twist of the waist and a turn of the shoulders, all the anger, wildness, obsession, killing intent, and the fire of revenge are poured into his fists.

There are no fancy techniques involved; it's simply a matter of swinging the right arm at the moment of leaping.

His powerful arm muscles bulged, leaving a scarlet afterimage in the air as a ghastly wind howled like a ghost.

Sagat's single eye erupted with a blood-red light—Tiger Rising Dragon Strike!

As Sagat's fist approached Yuan Chen, Chun Li, Wu Fengshui, and the others instinctively held their breath.

Then, a teeth-grinding cracking sound suddenly rang out.

However, despite feeling the sensation of the blow striking flesh, Sagat's face showed not the slightest bit of excitement.

With a burst of fighting spirit, Yuan Chen's left hand slammed down first, and was instantly shattered the moment it collided with the Fierce Tiger Rising Dragon Strike!

The forearm twisted to one side, the pale bone piercing the flesh, and blood gushing everywhere. With the transfer of force, Yuan Chen's entire arm was flung backward like a boneless strip of cloth, spraying countless drops of blood.

But what suffocated Sagat was that, despite the fact that Yuan Chen's left arm was directly shattered and the force of the Tiger Rising Dragon Strike was also deflected, there was not a trace of pain on Yuan Chen's face.

It was even filled with a morbid ecstasy.

With his right arm raised high, the surging life energy was compressed to its limit. It wasn't bright, but it gave the feeling that the whole world had darkened, leaving only the raised right hand to attract everyone's attention.

"Driven by life energy"

The next moment, Yuan Chen's palm blade slashed down into Sagat's left shoulder, and his collarbone shattered the instant it made contact.

But it didn't stop.

The palm blade continued downwards, slicing through the pectoral muscles and ribs, cutting into the abdomen, diagonally across the chest from the left shoulder, and reaching the right rib, as if it were trying to diagonally slice Sagat open!

"Hellish Funeral Hand Chop!!!"

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With a single strike, a huge scar appeared on Sagat's chest.

The surging life energy rushed in through the cut wound, burning blood vessels and scouring bones. While destroying all the energy flowing in Sagat's body, it also forcibly activated Sagat's afferent nerves, amplifying the original pain several times over in an instant.

Feeling the sudden, excruciating pain that could knock someone unconscious, Sagat's one eye widened abruptly.

It wasn't anger, it wasn't fear—it was shock.

The golden flames that poured into the wound traveled upwards along the bones and blood vessels, piercing through the cervical vertebrae and crashing into the cranial cavity.

The feeling was as if the brain was hit head-on by some kind of energy in that instant.

Neurons instantly lose control under the onslaught of life energy, and vision, hearing, touch, pain—all senses seem to be compressed into a white light in the same instant.

Then, accompanied by a strange sense of dizziness originating from the soul, Sagat, who originally thought he could still hold on, had his eyes roll upward uncontrollably, and in the instant he lost consciousness, his tall body fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Yuan Chen, WIN! ! !

As the battle ended, the life energy surging around Yuan Chen slowly dissipated. With the approaching sirens, Yuan Chen exhaled a breath of stale air, then looked behind him and gave Chun Li a thumbs-up.

We won!

Upon hearing this, Chunli simply stared blankly at Yuan Chen, who clearly didn't care much, or rather, he was no longer able to respond. With his life energy severely depleted, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"Ah Chen!!!"

Watching Chunli rush towards Yuan Chen, Wu Fengshui exclaimed in surprise:

"They...they actually won?! My God, was that really the Liberation Army? Something doesn't feel right. Even the Liberation Army couldn't have done something like that!"

"..."

Wu Jialou remained silent in response.

This made Wu Fengshui look at Garuda with some confusion. As her good friend, Wu Fengshui knew very well that Garuda's silence after witnessing such a battle was not in line with her personality.

Standing to the side, Wu Garuda remained silent in the face of Wu Fengshui's words, only staring blankly at the unconscious Yuan Chen—he had clearly won, but the price he paid and the damage he suffered were obviously greater than that of Sagat…

Silent, Wu Jialouluo turned his gaze to Wu Fengshui beside him.

I'm in love.

"Huh?" Wu Fengshui was taken aback.

It's wet.

"Huh?" Wu Fengshui was surprised.

"..." Wu Jialouluo simply turned his gaze back to Yuan Chen, looking at his handsome face and feeling the lingering madness.

A moment later, Wu Jialouluo also took out his phone from his backpack to take pictures, in order to facilitate subsequent portrait collection and intelligence investigation.

Then, Wu Jialouluo turned his gaze back to Yuan Chen. Just by looking at him quietly, two blushes appeared uncontrollably on his handsome, fair cheeks, and his dark irises were filled with excitement and fervor.

"Rape!"

Seeing Wu Jialouluo's excited expression, Wu Fengshui scratched his head.

Although as a member of the Wu clan, Wu Fengshui was well aware of Wu Garuda's power and understood the personality of her good sister... or rather, the entire Wu clan.

But there's no way around it. As a sniper-specialized assassin, Wu Fengshui is naturally used to being calm, and it's really hard for him to empathize with his family on some issues.

For example, right now...

"Rather than love... I feel like you just want to beat him up and take him back as your Star Fury Force?" Wu Fengshui felt he couldn't understand.

Looking at the unconscious Yuan Chen from afar, Yuan Ye stroked his short beard. Especially after confirming that Yuan Chen had not been affected by the killing intent, he unconsciously relaxed a lot.

Ordinary people might not understand, but having once grasped the fluctuations of killing intent, Yuan knew very well that this was definitely not the righteous path...

But then again,

The name Yuan Chen is truly fitting, as it involves burning life energy to unleash such power.

While pondering, Yuan also transformed into a blur and sped away into the distance.

Yuan Chen, upon waking, will obviously need some high-quality life energy to replenish himself. Before waking, his physical condition must be stabilized... After all, at least at this stage, Yuan Chen is clearly unable to regenerate severed limbs.

……

In his hazy dream, Yuan Chen felt his consciousness drifting in nothingness.

Just like being struck in the heart by Sagat for the first time, temperature, color, air, light... everything that people take for granted is reduced to zero, turning into pure nothingness.

Having already experienced it once in battle, Yuan Chen felt much better this time than before. In fact, he opened his eyes almost without any hindrance.

then……

"...Where is this?"

When Yuan Chen opened his eyes, what came into view was not the scene of sinking into the void that he had experienced during the near-death time lag, but a ball of light floating in front of him.

Some curiously touched it, but the ball of light nimbly dodged. Yuan Chen reached out again, and the ball of light dodged once more.

Seeing this, Yuan Chen raised an eyebrow, then pounced on it, grabbing the ball of light with both hands.

It was very soft, but it didn't feel like flesh and blood. Although it had some fabric-like texture, in Yuan Chen's perception, it seemed more like some kind of special energy.

Grasp it with both hands, and the ball of light begins to leap and struggle nimbly.

Although it looks small, about the size of a rag doll, it was so big that even Yuan Chen couldn't hold it firmly when it struggled.

Fortunately, although Yuan Chen currently lacks a physical body, his life energy can still erupt from his spirit. With a exertion, Yuan Chen tightly grasped the ball of light.

But at that moment, sensing something, Yuan Chen looked behind him.

What came into view was a magic circle radiating the glow of stars. On the not particularly complex pattern were many intricate traces, vaguely showing a person raising their hands with their back to the sun.