Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
After a series of combination punches, the youths from the Martial Arts Club were feeling somewhat exhausted, sweat streaming down their cheeks. However, the Slim Young Man, despite narrowly avoiding each attack, remained unscathed.
His opponents were tired, but his expression showed no signs of change. Although he moved with considerable agility to evade their strikes, he did not appear fatigued at all; his breathing was steady, and not a single drop of sweat adorned his face. He maintained a calm demeanor, just as he had at the beginning.
"Damn it! What's going on with this Fellow?!" The Martial Arts Club Youth was filled with confusion, unable to comprehend why someone who could barely dodge even his simplest punch at the start was now effortlessly evading his attacks, rendering him powerless.
"Roar!!!"
The youth let out a loud roar, reminiscent of a Tiger Roar. His Double Fists transformed into claws, undoubtedly turning his Tiger Fist into Tiger Claws. Each strike lacked the previous ferocity but was sharper, faster, and more dangerous.
"Szzzz!"
The sudden acceleration caught the Slim Young Man off guard; he was slashed across the cheek by a claw, leaving a thin line of crimson blood trickling from the wound.
The Slim Young Man's expression changed as he felt a tingling sensation spreading from his Face and the warm blood coursing down his cheek. The salty taste lingered as it reached the corner of his mouth.
Boom!!!
The youth's eyes widened instantly, as if an explosion had gone off in his mind. He shook off his earlier lethargy, and his expression suddenly turned fierce.
"Bang!"
He took a punch from the Martial Arts Club Youth head-on this time but did not fall. Instead, he braced against the pressure and forcefully turned his head to glare fiercely at his opponent.
"You dare make me bleed!!!" The Slim Young Man shouted crazily, his voice sharp and piercing.
The Martial Arts Club Youth's eyes widened, and he snorted coldly, "Stop with the theatrics!" He swung a fist directly at the young man's face.
"Smack!"
Instead of the expected scene of being knocked back, accompanied by the crisp sound of flesh meeting flesh, the slender, pale hand of the Slim Young Man caught his Tiger Fist. The two hands, regardless of size or thickness, were completely disproportionate; however, the Slim Young Man's palm blocked the opponent's fist, preventing it from advancing even an inch. It only caused his palm to tremble slightly, though it was unclear whether that was due to pressure or anger.
"You dare make me bleed! How dare you make me bleed!!!"
The Slim Young Man roared, his sharp voice painful to the ears. No matter how mad he was, the Martial Arts Club Youth prepared to change tactics and attack again. Suddenly, there was a muffled grunt; everything went dark before his eyes, and he felt dizzy accompanied by a ringing in his ears. He was sent flying backward while the Slim Young Man maintained his punching stance.
Bang! Bang!
The Martial Arts Club Youth's body flew back and crashed to the ground, bouncing twice before falling unconscious, unable to wake up for the time being.
The expression on the Slim Young Man's face was wild; he stared with wide eyes and bared teeth, saliva almost dripping from his mouth. He looked like a madman, completely contrasting with his earlier lifeless demeanor, giving off a sense of mental instability.
"You dare make me bleed!"
"You dare make me bleed!!"
"You dare make me bleed!!!"
The Slim Young Man had a crazed expression, his voice sharp, dragging his feet as he slowly moved forward, his hands awkwardly raised. Bit by bit, he inched closer to his target, which was clearly the already unconscious Martial Arts Club Youth, showing no signs of stopping.
However, he would not be allowed to continue his attack. As the acting president of the Martial Arts Club and the referee for this competition, Hou Xiaohou naturally would not permit him to assault a Member who had already fainted and lost the ability to fight.
"Stop!" Hou Xiaohou grabbed the young man's arm to intervene.
The Slim Young Man turned around, tilting his head and giving him a strange look, then grimaced and shouted, "Get lost!"
He then attempted to break free, but did Hou Xiaohou look like someone who would let that happen?
As an intelligent individual well-versed in various tactics, Hou Xiaohou could quickly analyze the situation and devise the most suitable strategy against his opponent.
Seeing that the young man was uncooperative, Hou Xiaohou snorted coldly, exerting force as he twisted the arm outward while pressing down on the opponent's elbow with his other hand.
"Ah!"
The Slim Young Man cried out in pain, immobilized by the hold.
Hou Xiaohou did not release his grip; instead, he kept the young man restrained while maintaining complete control. As long as the opponent remained defiant, a little more pressure could easily incapacitate that arm.
"You damn monkey! What are you doing?!" shouted the Vice President of Taekwondo.
Hou Xiaohou stepped forward, bending the young man's shoulder before moving behind him and delivering a kick to his back while simultaneously withdrawing his hands.
"Thud!"
The Slim Young Man fell flat on his face, clutching his arm in pain and crying out, completely losing the dazed and frenzied demeanor he had before.
Everyone was astonished, gaining a new understanding of the Martial Arts Club's acting president and reassessing his abilities.
The Slim Young Man's resilience was evident to all; he endured numerous heavy blows from the Martial Arts Club Youth without significant injury, ultimately going berserk and knocking his opponent down with a single strike.
However, this seemingly indestructible person was no different from a three-year-old child in Hou Xiaohou's hands. His rich combat experience and quick thinking allowed Hou Xiaohou to quickly exploit the almost "immortal" Fellow's only weakness.
"You think you're tough? Then I won't hit you directly; I'll target your joints. No matter how much you train or how skilled you are at dissipating force, I don't believe you can remain arrogant if I break your arms. You can get back up every time you're hit, right? What if I break your limbs? How will you stand then?"
Every strength has its counter; there is no technique that works universally. You might be able to restrain a certain type of opponent, but against a versatile one, being one-dimensional becomes a fatal flaw.
Looking at the Slim Young Man wailing on the ground, the Taekwondo President's face turned pale with anger as he coldly glared at Hou Xiaohou, wishing he could devour him whole.
However, Hou Xiaohou refused to back down. He stared back with his small eyes and said in a deep voice, "If you can't manage your people, next time I'll just take him out. If he's mentally unstable, he needs treatment."
After being reprimanded by Hou Xiaohou, the Taekwondo President's face darkened but he had no retort; after all, it was his person who broke the rules first. The Slim Young Man's earlier strange behavior had not gone unnoticed either. With nothing more to say, he shot a cold glare at the wailing Slim Young Man and scoffed, "Useless thing, get back here!"
(To be continued.)
Comment 0 Comment Count