Chapter 50 (2/2)

Gao Pan was utterly frustrated. He had never seen a rogue’s moves like Xu Yi’s. There was an uproar among the crowds. The spectators were full of rebuke for Xu Yi for his despicable tactics.

Xu Yi was oblivious to the commotion. He was more focused on saving his dear life than his face.

Gao Pan was infuriated by Xu Yi’s nonsensical moves. Despite his anxiety, he was aware that he could not hang on much longer. Even though his Sundering Fists were indomitable, they were depleting his stamina very quickly. His opponent had amazing body movement, and his Sundering Fists were rendered futile. If he were to continue like this, he would be dead from exhaustion. He decided to try something different. “Damn you rascal! Do you wish to fight with your fists? Then let’s do just that! We fight!. The loser will be the mother fucker!” he roared at Xu Yi.

As soon as he finished his words, he let go of his block. He swung his neck swiftly and deftly. His two fists headed for Xu Yi’s chest.

The crowd echoed, “The loser will be the mother fucker!””

“Let’s fight!”

Xu Yi also let go of his block and his fists were aimed at Gao Pan’s abdomen.

Bang!

Bang!

The two collided simultaneously. The head-on collision caused them to move apart. Gao Pan’s golden armour clinked in a sharp pitch. Xu Yi’s body was trained well under his pugilistic foundation work. His body did not utter a sound. It was as dead as a door nail.

“Obviously you’ve come prepared!”

Gao Pan peered at Xu Yi coldly. An experienced warrior like Gao Pan understood his powerful fists well. No ordinary pugilistic training could have enabled Xu Yi to take his blow. He was certain that Xu Yi had come equipped with some sort of armour.

He was elated at his logical deduction. He had anticipated Xu Yi’s strategy — to use his deft body moves and the protection of his armour to allow him to engage in small space attacks. Xu Yi was good at the latter, and that could provide him an opportunity to win.

Gao Pan despised such a strategy. However, his opponent’s remarkable body movement and his use of wits had already made him let his silver spear slip. Despite his irritation, he had to put up with Xu Yi’s moves.

However, Xu Yi may be too naive and inexperienced. He was unable to fathom the vast gaps in the duo’s respective prowesses. Gao Pan was indeed a formidable opponent who would not succumb easily to crafty plots.

The duo were pitting the robustness of each other’s armour and the power of each other’s fists against one another. He simply refused to believe that the special armour bestowed to him would be unable to protect him from Xu Yi’s fists.

Gao Pan was renowned for his Sundering Fists. He believed that no one within the peak of the Body Forging Stage would be able to surpass him.

His analysis was performed in a flash. With his new intention, Gao Pan initiated a strike.

Xu Yi did not dodge. Both men moved to another place for more combat.

Initially, both dodged and blocked. Occasionally one would attempt to strike where there was no armour protection. After a few feeble trials, both decided to quell the idea of sneak attacks. They each focused on tackling one another.

After a few hundred exchanges, both men confronted each other squarely.

They had given up on fancy moves. They pitted against their strengths and mind power. Such tactics were mad as a March hare. The audience were in awe.

In previous duels, warriors were engaged in endless fanciful moves and tactics. This duel was utterly different. Both of them fought like two savage gods. Everyone was exhilarated and enchanted.

Shouts and screams continued. In the finale, everyone cheered, “May the God of War reign!”

It was plainly obvious that the crowd supported Gao Pan for two main reasons. Firstly, Gao Pan’s prowess was significantly superior to Xu Yi’s. Secondly, Xu Yi’s sneak attacks had eroded the dismal support he was receiving.

The situation was in full swing. The shouting and screaming was endless. When the sun rays shone on Gao Pan’s stalwart and stoic body, his golden armour glistened with flames. It was as if he were being worshipped as the God of War.

No one would have empathised with Gao Pan’s fear and anxiety.

He would like to swear at the crowds if he could be allowed to. He hated such warriorship. However, the crowd had been spurring on the fight as a contest of physical strength and mental strength.