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A gasp rippled through the crowd.
Everyone was taken aback, completely unprepared to witness a battle showcasing the abilities of a Fuser in such a relatively low-tier fighting arena. It was indeed quite spectacular.
The 'Ability' was a signature move or special skill that a Fuser cultivated or created through the accumulation of Pulse Energy. A prime example was Ma Wenjun's 'Blazing Dominance.'
Abilities varied depending on the different techniques and manuals a Fuser practiced. Their power also depended on the Fuser's own Pulse Energy strength. If a Fuser's Pulse Energy was sufficiently powerful, they could move mountains and fill seas, unleashing devastating force.
For Ma Wenjun, 'Blazing Dominance' was his trump card, but he never expected that Lu Fei Fan was also a Fuser. To his astonishment, Lu had awakened a defensive Ability through the potential of his cellular Pulse Energy Consciousness.
Ma Wenjun flipped his body over, lying on the ground as he watched Lu Fei Fan. To his shock, his own 'Blazing Dominance,' which he had unleashed with most of his Pulse Energy, had rebounded severely against him, causing him significant injury.
He glanced outside the private box. There stood a man with a face as pale as paper, a protruding forehead, and slicked-back hair, watching from the window with a dark expression. He seemed displeased as he looked down at the fight.
Next to him were several elegantly dressed nobles who occasionally shook their heads, their faces betraying their disappointment. It appeared they believed the outcome of this fight was already decided.
Ma Wenjun came from a humble background. In his youth, he awakened his abilities but faced numerous obstacles due to lack of money and power in cultivating Pulse Energy. After enduring many hardships, he managed to join the military. Though his cultivation had diminished significantly since then, he still held the position of combat instructor due to his accumulated military achievements.
His presence here was not by choice; it was truly out of necessity.
Adjusting his posture, Ma Wenjun casually glanced towards the edge of the spectator area near the exit. In an inconspicuous corner at the back of the audience stood a woman in her thirties alongside a girl around five or six years old. The girl's cheek bore an unusual grayish-black pallor, and both mother and daughter were anxiously watching the fight below.
Turning back around, Ma Wenjun gritted his teeth and let out an angry roar. He unleashed all his remaining Pulse Energy in an explosive surge. Despite his injuries, he sprang up from the ground and lunged toward the weakened Lu Fei Fan.
Lu Fei Fan dodged to one side but suddenly felt a chill in his chest—a cold glimmer alerted him to imminent danger. He raised his leg and delivered a powerful kick to Ma Wenjun.
However, Ma Wenjun seemed frenzied, moving like a crazed beast as he quickly got back up from the ground, brandishing a three-inch-long curved dagger in his hand.
The Last Stand!
"Come on!"
Lu Fei Fan was instantly enraged, disregarding his weakness as he gathered all his strength to focus on the threat before him. He recalled that there seemed to be no rule against bringing weapons into the arena; this was truly a fight for survival!
With a roar, Lu Fei Fan charged at Ma Wenjun, continuing their fierce struggle. Just when the audience thought the match was about to end, these two displayed an astonishing level of endurance and resumed their fierce combat.
"That’s a good punch! It reminds me of the stunning punches I threw back in my prime. Tsk tsk, that kick is reminiscent of how explosively I used to kick people."
In a private booth, Su Su stood excitedly by the glass window, waving her arms as if watching a grand circus.
Tao Shu and Jin Ping, both Wardens, had to retreat to another private room with Colonel Gao for some peace and quiet. Meanwhile, the young Captain made an excuse to stay behind in the original booth with Su Su, but she completely ignored him. He sat there, neither drinking tea nor watching the match, essentially becoming an invisible bystander.
"This fighting instructor bought by the major guilds is quite impressive," Jin Ping nodded in approval of Ma Wenjun's fighting spirit.
"At the end of his strength, there's no point in struggling," Tao Shu added from the side.
"It seems you've placed quite a few bets on the young man?" Jin Ping glanced at his old friend.
"I just bought a few for fun," Tao Shu replied with a sly grin, then turned to Colonel Gao, who had been stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Colonel Gao, you didn’t place any bets, did you? Need me to help you out with a few?"
The latter waved his hand dismissively. "No need, thank you for your kind offer, Tao Warden. I'm here primarily on a mission; once the fight concludes, I hope for your cooperation."
"Alright then! I’ll make sure Wan Changqing and Liu Chengshu fully support your work," Tao Shu responded affirmatively.
"Hmph. Colonel Gao, I doubt you'll find anything good in this place. When you come back to Kuang Tao Prison with me, I'll recommend a few excellent options that will surely satisfy your needs," Jin Ping said, unwilling to be outdone.
"Ha ha, then I, Colonel Gao, would like to thank both Wardens in advance," Colonel Gao replied with a respectful gesture.
Their conversation lasted only a few seconds, but on the arena, Lu Fei Fan and Ma Wenjun were locked in a fierce battle. In the first exchange, Ma Wenjun swung his dagger dangerously close to Lu Fei Fan's neck. Fortunately, Lu Fei Fan managed to kneel and dodge just in time, countering with a powerful punch to Ma Wenjun's abdomen. The latter staggered back several steps, unable to hold back a mouthful of blood.
Holding his stomach with one hand, he wiped the blood from his mouth and glared at Lu Fei Fan with bloodshot eyes.
Lu Fei Fan returned the gaze. Earlier, he had almost caught Ma Wenjun with a scissor kick, but Ma Wenjun had been quicker, leaving Lu Fei Fan with a cut on his leg that wasn't too serious.
The spectators outside noticed that Lu Fei Fan was unarmed and couldn't help but complain. Eventually, the referee tossed a military dagger onto the stage. Without thinking much, Lu Fei Fan picked it up and gripped it firmly.
At that moment, he recalled the weapon training he had received from 'Hero.' He had practiced cold weapon combat and knew that Hero favored daggers in this regard. After enduring the intense simulations of real pain, Lu Fei Fan had indeed improved significantly in cold weapon combat under Hero's guidance.
Now facing Ma Wenjun, he knew he couldn't afford to be careless; this was real combat where every strike could be fatal.
He needed to focus completely. The points Hero had taught him during their training faded from his mind; all he could hear was his own breathing. Whether it was due to excessive blood loss or depletion of Pulse Energy, Lu Fei Fan felt as if his body were filled with lead—every movement required immense effort.
Yet the more fatigued he felt, the more vigilant he had to be because he knew his opponent was equally worn out—perhaps even weaker than himself.
After a tense standoff, Ma Wenjun infused the remaining Pulse Energy into his hooked dagger. Lu Fei Fan did the same.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Ma Wenjun roared and charged forward with his weapon. Delaying further would only put him at a disadvantage. He gathered all his remaining Pulse Energy, a faint glow enveloping him that even carried a hint of bloodlust. The referee outside watched in shock; it was clear that Ma Wenjun was burning through his life force in this fight!
Lu Fei Fan remained calm as he met Ma Wenjun head-on. Their weapons clashed violently in the air like fireworks exploding—a dazzling display of intense collisions. The sparks flying from their strikes dazzled onlookers as they executed horizontal slashes, direct thrusts, and sweeping motions fluidly. Each attack aimed for the opponent's vital points while both fighters engaged in breathtaking defenses and counterattacks at every opportunity.
Ma Wenjun's dagger fighting skills were exceptionally refined, but Lu Fei Fan's proficiency with cold weapons was equally impressive. Both of them utilized the same military combat techniques; while they weren't particularly flashy, they were undeniably practical—fast, precise, and lethal. The spectators outside, including several prominent figures in the private booths, held their breath in anticipation.
Inside one of the booths, Colonel Gao was also captivated by the fierce clash between the two fighters. He raised his hand to stroke his stubble, squinting his eyes as he quietly appreciated this intense yet unembellished duel.
Ma Wenjun's blade shimmered with a thin layer of energy—flowing Pulse Energy. If Lu Fei Fan were to be cut, it would undoubtedly result in severe injury. However, Lu Fei Fan's dagger was also infused with Pulse Energy, and each collision with Ma Wenjun's curved blade sparked bursts of energy, even dispersing some of the energy attached to Ma Wenjun's weapon.
Knowing that his opponent had a more extensive fighting repertoire, Lu Fei Fan could only engage in a fierce exchange. The two fought like wild beasts, their blades moving at a dizzying speed. After several fruitless direct assaults, they instinctively chose to clash head-on. Each impact of energy grew stronger than the last, creating shockwaves that drew gasps from the onlookers.
The force escalated until, with a resounding crash, Ma Wenjun and Lu Fei Fan were both sent flying backward. They landed simultaneously on the ground, each covered in numerous wounds. Yet Lu Fei Fan managed to struggle back to his feet while Ma Wenjun lay on the ground, gasping for breath.
Lu Fei Fan stood still for a moment, observing Ma Wenjun who was bleeding from his mouth and clearly more injured than himself. Seeing that Ma Wenjun was unable to resist any longer, Lu Fei Fan turned to leave.
But unexpectedly, Ma Wenjun lunged at him again. A sharp pain shot through Lu Fei Fan’s back as he turned to see blood gushing from a wound near his lower back—the curved dagger had embedded itself in him. Reacting quickly, Lu Fei Fan delivered a powerful elbow strike that sent Ma Wenjun flying. Fortunately, the dagger remained lodged in Lu Fei Fan’s wound.
Grimacing in pain, Lu Fei Fan pulled out the dagger and tossed it aside. He let out a furious roar and approached Ma Wenjun, who was sprawled on the ground and coughing up blood. He stepped onto Ma Wenjun's back and placed the dagger across his neck.
"Kill him!" shouted someone from the crowd.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
Suddenly, everyone joined in unison, caught up in a frenzy.
Lu Fei Fan was on the verge of losing his temper at Ma Wenjun, but Ma Wenjun made a strange gesture that brought him back to his senses.
Ma Wenjun lay weakly on the ground, blood pooling beneath him in a large patch. Yet he still tried to crawl forward, reaching out with one hand as if grasping something or greeting someone. The blood that spilled from his mouth made it difficult to understand what he was trying to say.
However, Lu Fei Fan followed the direction of his outstretched hand and saw a mother and daughter standing in a corner behind the audience. The mother was in tears, desperately holding her struggling daughter, who was crying out and reaching towards the arena, her voice hoarse as she shouted a name.
"Daddy."
Unfortunately, her faint cries were drowned out by the crowd's roaring shouts of "Kill him!"
Lu Fei Fan looked down at Ma Wenjun, whose face bore a hint of a smile—a kind expression reminiscent of a father’s love.
He thought of his own father from before he had crossed over. Silently, he withdrew the dagger that had been pressed against Ma Wenjun's neck and stood aside.
The referee saw that both fighters had finished their battle and immediately declared Lu Fei Fan the victor.
As Lu Fei Fan struggled to walk off the stage, the wound from Ma Wenjun's sneak attack suddenly flared up. A wave of intense pain hit him, causing him to collapse on the ground, unconscious and unresponsive.
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