“Big sister, Xiao Yan’s situation doesn’t seem too good.” Gazing at Xiao Yan who had lost his weapon in the arena, Xiao Ning spoke somewhat uneasily. Xiao Yu, with a serious face, grumbled, “I don’t care if he dies. He just knows how to play the hero. Now, not only did he fail to be a hero, but he also got humiliated.” After a brief silence, Xiao Yu sighed, “Prepare to save him. It seems that Galle wants to go all out.” Xiao Ning nodded awkwardly, not daring to provoke her further. Compared to the anxious Xiao Yu, Xuner appeared extremely calm. Her eyes swept over Xiao Yan, who was clearly at a disadvantage, and a faint smile curved her lips.
Xiao Yan barely dodged one of Galle’s attacks, but as soon as he retreated, Galle, boosted by his wind attribute skill, rushed in, his hand clenched, and his face contorted with a fierce expression as he aimed a heavy punch at Xiao Yan’s head. Behind him, Xiao Yan found himself against a wall, with no place to dodge. Yet, his face remained as calm as water. He slowly exhaled, and a surge of pale yellow Dou Qi rushed from his fist, then with an indomitable aura, he finally clashed with Galle for the first time.
Seeing Xiao Yan choose to confront Galle head-on, the surrounding crowd erupted in an uproar. The disparity in their levels was obvious; if Xiao Yan continued to evade, he might have lasted longer, but choosing a direct confrontation meant certain defeat.
Just as everyone felt sorry for Xiao Yan, his tightly clenched fist suddenly opened. A sudden, powerful invisible force appeared, striking Galle hard in the chest. Galle, who was charging forward, was pushed back, his face pale and panic flashing in his eyes. “What kind of Dou Skill is this? So mysterious!”
As Galle was sent flying backward in the air, many in the audience were filled with surprise. “Suction Palm!” With his palm open, aiming at the retreating Galle, Xiao Yan chose the perfect moment with ruthless precision. The intense suction force pulled Galle back towards him.
Being thrown around like a ball, Galle became extremely furious. As he saw Xiao Yan getting closer, his face twisted with cruelty. He clenched his right fist, and blue Dou Qi rapidly condensed on his fist, forming a small vortex. “Low-level Mystic Tier Dou Skill: Blue Wind Vortex Fist!”
The fist in the air whistled through the wind, creating a strong gust that blew away the debris on the ground. Xiao Yan squinted, feeling the fierce wind pressure, his face gradually becoming stern. His body suddenly turned, and his right foot stomped hard on the wall, leaving a half-inch deep footprint. Using the wall’s counterforce, Xiao Yan spun in mid-air, his right foot arcing in a strange motion, his trouser leg seeming as hard as steel.
“Eight Extremes Collapse!” Tight-lipped, Xiao Yan’s face was grim. After completing the near-perfect buildup in the air, his right foot finally clashed with Galle’s heavy punch under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
“Don’t think you’re the only Three Star Fighter!” As their fists met, yellow Dou Qi surged from Xiao Yan’s right leg, making Galle’s face change abruptly.
“Bang!” The clash of fists produced a dull sound, like a muffled thunder, spreading from the impact point.
“Crack!” At the moment of impact, the sound of bones breaking followed, and Xiao Yan and Galle were both thrown back simultaneously.
Xiao Yan crashed heavily into the wall behind him, feeling a sweet taste in his throat as he spat out a mouthful of blood, splattering the ground. Seeing Xiao Yan spitting blood, the mercenaries sighed in sympathy. But just as they thought Xiao Yan had lost, Galle, who had also been thrown to the ground, suddenly clutched his right hand, rolling on the ground and screaming in pain.
Among the onlookers, there were those with keen eyes. When they saw Galle’s almost deformed arm, they gasped in shock. The bustling street suddenly fell silent, and shocked gazes were fixed on the panting young man by the wall. After a while, cheers and applause erupted.
With her red lips slightly parted, Xiao Yu looked at Galle, who was writhing on the ground, and said in disbelief, “That little rascal actually won?”
“Seems so. That guy’s hand was broken by Xiao Yan…” Xiao Ning swallowed, remembering his own miserable state. But Galle’s condition was far worse, ten times more miserable. Looking at the bone protruding from Galle’s flesh, Xiao Ning knew his hand was likely crippled.
Listening to Xiao Ning’s confirmation, Xiao Yu was speechless for a while, glaring at the panting Xiao Yan, “So, this little rascal has already advanced to a fighter. No wonder he was so confident.”
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After sitting on the ground for over ten minutes, Xiao Yan slowly got up, his cold gaze sweeping over the dumbfounded Liu Xi. Dragging his numb right leg, he picked up the iron rod and walked toward Galle, who was still lying on the ground, howling in pain. Galle’s attack had shown his intent to kill, and Xiao Yan would show no mercy to someone who wanted his life.
Lying on the ground, Galle, with a face full of hatred and fear, watched Xiao Yan approach. He swallowed, seeing the killing intent in Xiao Yan’s eyes, and hurriedly shouted, “I concede!”
Xiao Yan, expressionless, ignored him, gripping the iron rod tighter. Seeing the cold expression on the young man, even some seasoned mercenaries felt a chill. It was hard to associate the current Xiao Yan with the smiling boy he used to be.
Xiao Yan paused, looking down at Galle, and suddenly smiled, revealing his neat white teeth, which made Galle’s heart turn cold. Now, he realized that this boy, who usually hid under the guise of a gentle lamb, had a heart even more ruthless than his own.
“Die, trash…” Xiao Yan smiled, his black eyes filled with a sudden surge of killing intent. Raising the black iron rod, he brought it down with a sharp whistle, aiming for Galle’s head.
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