You could say that if you win one game, you won't have to worry about making a living for a year. But if you lose, you'll be stuck here for the rest of your life. That's how cruel it is.
The staff had not yet left the arena, and although the two gladiators had arrived at the center, the fight had not yet begun.
The man nicknamed Bloodhand licked his lips and said calmly, "I'll cut your belly open with my bare hands in a moment."
Wang Dazhu gritted his teeth and said solemnly, "Kill you, and I'll have the money to get my son into Naihe Academy. I won't lose."
Bloodhand raised his arm, licked his fingers, and laughed, "Foolish fellow, you'll soon find out how naive your ideas are."
"Quiet down."
Staff members stopped the two from communicating verbally and signaled to prepare.
"start."
The staff quickly evacuated the arena and closed the iron gate leading to the factory.
The fact that he is known as "Bloody Hands" shows that most of his skills are in his hands.
The two stood four or five meters apart, assumed their stances, and stared at each other silently.
Suddenly, Bloodhand took a step back with his right leg.
"Chance."
Wang Dazhu immediately rushed forward, and in a few strides he was already in front of Blood Hand. He swung his right arm and punched Blood Hand in the chest.
Li Boyang, watching from the sidelines, frowned. Blood Hand was trying to lure Wang Dazhu into making a move. Why didn't Wang Dazhu see through it and instead fell for it?
It can only be said that Li Boyang underestimated his own progress. His impression of Wang Dazhu was still based on his own early learning experience, when Wang Dazhu was indeed very impressive in his eyes.
However, more than four years had passed since Li Boyang entered Huang Feihong's world, and he was no longer the same person he used to be. His kung fu skills were those of someone who had been through countless battles. Just because he could see it didn't mean that Wang Dazhu could see it too.
Sure enough, Bloodhand gave a cruel smile, twisted his left arm to catch the opponent's elbow, and stepped forward with his right foot to appear behind the opponent. At the same time, he thrust his right hand directly into Wang Dazhu's jaw.
Li Boyang's gaze sharpened. This move by Blood Hand was somewhat similar to the Giant Python Entwining Pillar style in Shaolin grappling techniques. If Wang Dazhu did not react, once the hand on his chin gripped him, the right arm, in conjunction with the spine, would twist Wang Dazhu's head off.
Since Wang Dazhu dared to come to the arena, he was naturally no weakling. He raised his elbow to block the hand that was stabbing down on his jaw, and at the same time, he instantly rotated his body to the right, grabbed the opponent's right hand, moved it to the opponent's side, and then thrust his knee into the opponent's side waist.
Seeing this, Bloodhand pressed down with one hand, directly pressing down on the knee that was being pushed up, while the other hand, which was being held by the other party, was pushed away.
This push from the bloody hand was clearly imbued with acquired internal energy; before the palm even arrived, the wind had already stirred.
Wang Dazhu could only hastily exchange a blow with his opponent.
A muffled groan escaped Wang Dazhu's lips, and he stumbled back seven or eight steps before regaining his balance.
"I can't lose!"
Wang Dazhu secretly cheered himself up. He couldn't lose; his son and wife's hopes rested on him alone.
Prince Wang Qiang, who was watching from the side, smiled. His opponent must have just entered the Acquired Realm and was definitely no match for Blood Hand. He was sure to win this time.
The other prince, Wang Fei, smiled somewhat reluctantly. Although he was not proficient in martial arts, it did not prevent him from seeing that Tie Zhu Wang was already at a disadvantage.
Wang Dazhu and Blood Hand clashed again.
Blood Hand's specialty is indeed grappling techniques.
A giant python coiled around a pillar, a shepherd boy carrying a flute, an old monk carrying a melon...
In just over a dozen moves, Li Boyang saw many similarities to the Thirty-Six Forms of Shaolin Capturing Techniques. Martial arts have commonalities no matter where they are practiced.
Wang Dazhu's specialty was surprisingly leg techniques. He was incredibly agile, unleashing a series of counterattacks including front kicks, side kicks, back kicks, downward kicks, hook kicks, spinning back kicks, and push kicks, displaying a level of agility that seemed disproportionate to his size.
Although they were temporarily at a disadvantage, they had not yet shown any signs of defeat.
"not good!"
Suddenly, Li Boyang couldn't sit still any longer.
In the arena, Blood Hand seized an opening in Wang Dazhu's defenses, grabbed his wrist, and pressed his other hand down on the side of his head.
Once the hand touches Wang Dazhu's side of the head, the large hand, imbued with true energy, can easily snap his head off with a gentle push.
"stop."
Li Boyang, standing on the sidelines, let out a threatening shout and suddenly darted out.
What are you going to do?
In the next instant, Li Boyang had already pounced on the edge of the arena. The staff standing at the edge of the arena looked at Li Boyang, who had suddenly rushed over, with a blank expression. Their first reaction was to stop him.
"Get out of my way!"
Without turning his head, Li Boyang unleashed a powerful flick of his wrist, striking the staff member directly in the chest.
Before the staff could react, they suddenly felt their bodies lighten and were lifted off the ground, flying backwards to the audience seats two or three meters away.
Until the moment he fell, the staff member clutched his chest, staring at Li Boyang in horror.
Li Boyang used the soft force of Tai Chi, and the force only vibrated when the back of his hand touched the opponent's chest, which directly sent the opponent flying.
However, the other party was not harmed, as can be seen from the fact that the staff member was still able to clutch his chest and make an expression after landing.
Zuoqiu Leshan and Zhou Tong, who were also on the sidelines, had a strange look in their eyes. Li Boyang's move was not simple. He could send a person flying without hurting them. His control over the force had reached the limit of the Acquired Realm.
Li Boyang didn't have time for idle talk. After swatting the staff away, he had already reached the edge of the arena, but the steel gate leading into the arena was locked.