634 One Slash!

The howling sounds of fists punching the air were incredibly rapid and intense on the training ground!

It was as expected of A'lang, who was a great Thai boxer who inherited the legacy of the best Thai boxer in Thailand. His punches and kicks were very crisply and cleanly executed! He was like a walking bolt of lightning. His elbow strikes and flying knees were all so well connected with each other that his movements were very smooth and made for a great spectacle.

At the same time, he gave off an incredibly great pressure that could make others feel that he was a great threat. His fierce killing intent caused his every attack to give off a sense of danger that he was attacking at full strength and that his damage was at its maximum! Anyone who entered his circle of attacks would be trapped by the force of his Wind Spirit Spin, and it would be difficult for that person to free themselves.

Silence fell among the people.

Abu and the boxing masters who were watching the fight were very satisfied by A'lang's performance. They looked gratified.

As for All-powerful Medicinal Stone, ever since he was nearly hit by the fist-generated wind, he staggered and retreated. He was completely suppressed by A'lang's lightning fast offense.

He did not have the chance to use his longsword even once. He just tapped against the ground, and like a butterfly, he avoided A'lang's offense while making strange squawks all the while.

"So fierce?!

"What the heck, are you trying to kill me?! Didn't you say this is just a fight between international friends?! Gah! You're still attacking?!"

Even though he kept making strange cries, squawking, and dodging the attacks in an incredibly pathetic fashion, in truth, whenever A'lang's attacks were about to get close to him, a gentle power would naturally come from his body. It would go up against A'lang's fierce, strong, and direct fist-generated wind, and All-powerful Medicine Stone would retreat at an even faster speed.

More than twenty moves passed like that.

A'lang gradually realized that the situation was bad. Every single time he was about to hit his opponent, he felt like his fists had landed on cotton. His opponent perfectly timed his dodges, and his movements were like flowing water.

A'lang might have seemed to have the upper hand and be oppressing him, but in truth, he did not gain any advantage with his barrage of attacks. If that wasn't enough, he had to use a lot more qi for his attacks than All-powerful Medicinal Stone when he used his lightness skills.

"Bastard! If you're really that skilled, stop running and fight me like a man!"

A'lang remembered the arrogant words he said previously, and his expression turned incredibly unpleasant. He continued attacking while he shouted offensive words in an attempt to provoke All-powerful Medicinal Stone and force him to face him head-on.

"It's impossible for a person to stay unharmed under A'lang's fist-generated wind using normal body movement skills alone."

Abu and the other boxing masters' expressions turned slightly unpleasant while they remained among the onlookers.

"It's a pity that A'lang's Arm Strength hasn't reached two hundred yet, or else, part of the fist-generated wind that is born from his punches would have the incredible damage of his fist will. That person would not be able to dodge him so easily."

"That's right…" Abu and the others nodded.

"However, the person Rampaging Dragon chose for the challenge is pretty good. His body movements and lightness skill are great, and if A'lang hadn't made the promise of admitting defeat after one hundred moves, perhaps they might end up in a draw.

"At that time, Mu Clan would definitely be humiliated…" Abu stopped talking for a moment, and his expression turned solemn. "But since he made that promise of one hundred moves, we might end up losing the first battle."

Silence fell among them.

Even though they did not want to admit it, the end result was pretty much set in stone. Abu and the others were already prepared to lose the first battle.

"Tiger on the Road, your Arm Strength has already surpassed two hundred. You won't be in such a passive situation if you go up against that person," Abu said to another boxing master from his country.

A man with a scar on the left side of his face nodded. "Got it."

Abu could be considered to be his guide, and he had gained a lot of guidance in the way of the fist. It was the reason why he had followed Abu without hesitation when he mentioned that he wanted to go to China.

As the number of moves exchanged increased, A'lang's morale dropped despite him cursing up a storm. His speed and killing intent were clearly not as powerful as before, and he was only holding up by pure rage. He continued to suppress and attack All-powerful Medicinal Stone.

To him, it was an incredibly unfair match. He had come over from far away to challenge people, but Mu Clan had sent a person to play tag with him.

"Damn it…"

There were only twenty moves left.

A'lang did not notice, however, that as his qi flowed away and his moves grew old, All-powerful Medicinal Stone switched from his previously exaggerated dodges to level-headed movements. He stared at A'lang's movements as if he was searching for something.

Rampaging Dragon crossed his arms across his chest while quietly watching the battlefield.

He was one of the first to notice All-powerful Medicinal Stone's change.

Gradually, a baffling smile appeared on his face.

One hundred moves was just a cover. Mu Clan was a flag in Chinese martial arts, and they had sent All-powerful Medicinal Stone to the fray when they had to fight against the elites from a small country like Thailand. If they had to use this sort of method to win, it was not exactly presentable, and they would become a subject of ridicule.

What Mu Clan needed was to win with ease!

They did not need to reveal Mu Clan's greatest strength, but perfect victory was a necessity.

Ninety moves.

A'lang continued to execute his attacks on the training ground as the limit of one hundred moves drew near. His expression grew more unpleasant with every move, and it became increasingly harder to control his anger!

The fierce fist-generated wind had become chaotic and frantic without his knowledge. In fact, he had begun to execute his killing moves without regard of the cost.

For a period of time, dust and stones flew everywhere on the training ground. Fist-generated gusts of wind that filled the sky raised the dust and sand in the air, and its goal was to hurt All-powerful Medicinal Stone as much as possible.

Ninety-one…

Ninety-two!

A'lang's attack rhythm had lost its original essence which merged offense and defense together. He had gone completely wild in his attacks once he began venting his anger and displeasure.

All-powerful Medicinal Stone's gaze moved continuously between A'lang's feet and arms…

At the moment A'lang executed his ninety-third move, the rampaging dust came charging at All-powerful Medicinal Stone as A'lang's fist-generated wind urged it forward.

Thud!

Without any sign whatsoever, All-powerful Medicinal Stone stopped moving around like a butterfly. The look in his eyes changed, and they were no longer as lively as before. Instead, they suddenly became as calm as water.

He moved like lightning, and with a speed twice as fast as when he retreated, he charged toward A'lang's fist-generated wind.

Clang!

A clear sword whine rose, and a great sword qi surged forth. Both appeared at the same time within the cloud of dust that moved about with an astonishing momentum.

The dust storm with its astonishing momentum and A'lang's fist-generated wind were instantly cut in half by the fierce sword slash.

It caught A'lang off guard, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.The sword shone coldly then, and All-powerful Medicinal Stone moved past A'lang with his sword in hand.

Whoosh!

Time became still at that moment.

There were sixteen feet between All-powerful Medicinal Stone and A'lang. Their backs were turned toward each other, but only one pair of eyes was as calm as water.

Drip…

A drop of red blood fell from the tip of All-powerful Medicinal Stone's longsword and fell to the ground.

At the same time, a thin and long gash appeared on A'lang's neck. He lowered his head slowly, and the red sword gash entered his eyes when blood gushed out of it.

"A'lang!"

There was still shock, disbelief, and puzzlement on his face. He fell on his knees and breathed his last. The last scene he saw was of Abu and the others rushing to him.

"Welp, luck was clearly on my side. Thanks for letting me win."

All-powerful Medicinal Stone did not even look at A'lang's corpse. He just sheathed his sword and turned to walk away.

The next moment though, he heard a mighty shout filled with anger behind him. "Stay where you are!"