Chapter 110: Battle Trance (1/2)
Chapter 110: Battle Trance
Translator: OneshotwonderEditor: Tehrn
Wang Tong's Inch Step had caught Apache off guard. He forced himself to shift sideway disregarding the large amount of strain that the shift of position had placed on his body; it was a better option than being caught in that web of Inch Step. Apache's mastery of speed was more advanced than Cao Yi's since Apache had learned to go beyond relying on his feet to execute incredible, if not outright impossible, maneuvers.
Although Wang Tong's Inch Step had impressed everyone, it could never be used to its full extent against a fast opponent like Apache since the latter would be able to step aside, out of harm's way, quickly.
However, while Apache and everyone else had thought that Apache was safe, Wang Tong appeared, as if out of nowhere, right in front of him. The two fighters stood facing each other, so close that Apache could almost feel Wang Tong's breath.
Apache was startled and hurried to maneuver to one side. Wang Tong kept up with his pace and followed him closely.
Having noticed that Wang Tong was closing in, Apache tapped deeper into his soul energy and poured out his GN force to help him accelerate. Apache moved further away at lightning speed and lengthened the gap. Apache felt that Wang Tong started to gain the control of the battle from his hand, and he was aware that to win, he had to shift the balance. He then decided to regain the control by being even more aggressive.
Apache executed a splendid 90-degree turn and closed in onto Wang Tong. The curved blade whizzed through the air toward Wang Tong. When the sharp edge was only a hair-thin away from Wang Tong's face, Wang Tong suddenly moved to one side.
Apache lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Martyrus's hand trembled slightly at the sight of Wang Tong's move.
”That was... the Phantom Move!”
It was said that only the Kaedeians were able to execute the Phantom Move physically. The Phantom Move was a more advanced technique than the shifty Butterfly Dash. It served the purpose of both aggression and defense, and the goal of the technique was to throw the opponent off balance.
Having failed twice, Apache tasted bile in his mouth, but he had no time to lament over it because Wang Tong's fist was already right in front of him.
Wang Tong's attack seemed to be a straightforward punch, but everyone could sense the incredible power that was packed within.
Still engaged, Apache didn't have much time to plan his move, he simply yanked up his curved blade to block the attack.
”Fool!” Martyrus muttered to himself, seeing what was coming.
It was a feint, Wang Tong's real attack came underneath: a roundhouse kick.
Wang Tong's fist slide through the opening in between Apache's body and the blade, and then he clutched the blade tightly under his arm. Meanwhile, Wang Tong hinged his weight on the leg that had been planted firmly on the ground and spun his hip to drive the other leg flying toward Apache's head like a cannonball.
Apache dropped his blade to cover his head. With the remaining strength, Apache backed his head just a few tenth of an inch away from the attack.
The kick sent Apache flying but the last second move of his head had saved him from defeat. Wang Tong's kick grazed Apache and landed heavily on the ground as the floor crumbled into pieces.
Wang Tong didn't give his opponent any chance to gather himself. He leaped high up into the air and bore down on Apache with a knee bash. Apache knew that it was a moment of life and death, so he forced the movements of energy inside of his body to facilitate his escape; however, this time, Apache had pushed his body too far, and a stream of blood gushed out of his mouth.
Apache met the knee bash with full intent. He was pressed hard against the ground, and the force pushed him a few feet away.
Silence suddenly fell inside of the crowded arena. No one had expected this.
Despite Apache's advantage in speed and experience, his opponent had caught one small window to strike and was able to end the fight just like that.