Holy Fist!-Chapter 167 - 101 Why are you forcing me (6.2k)

Chapter 167: 101 Why are you forcing me!!! (6.2k)

Chapter 167: 101 Why are you forcing me!!! (6.2k)

“Kuang Ling!”

In the private room, Liao Yuan let out an incredulous roar of anger.

He clenched his armored arms, grasping the great sword, and they suddenly swelled, a golden carapace revealing an outward crack. From within the gap, blood light flowed.

On his back, two thin wings indicating the activity of the monster cells within him burst open, their tips erect and vibrating towards the heavens. Streaks of blood trailed within the hollow tubes of the wings—blood-red wings.

“You… damn it!”

Liao Yuan’s wings shuddered, and he transformed into a golden figure charging out wildly.

His helmet, which resembled the compound eyes of an insect, lit up with a blood-red glow, staring intently at Bai Xiao. Without hesitation, Liao Yuan crouched, his knees bent, as he swung the great sword. The sound of the wind was heavy, whooshing loudly. The power he used was immense; as he struck with the sword, his entire body seemed to take flight, propelled toward Bai Xiao by the sword’s momentum.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The golden blade cut through the surroundings like a sudden squall.

A flash of gold.

A large sofa was directly cleaved in half at an angle.

A three-to-four-meter-long gash now marred the wall.

Even a man in a black suit was caught in the sword’s path, cleaved in two!

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Under this golden sword glow, Bai Xiao stood without dodging.

With the Heavenly Image Form possessed and many Powerful Hard Skills enhancing him, his entire being resembled one forged of dark iron, withstanding the various slashes of Liao Yuan’s great sword.

On the surface of his sturdy body, golden-red sparks erupted continuously.

The sound of the metallic collision echoed crazily throughout the hall.

Where Bai Xiao stood, the ground cracked in pieces.

“Die!”

The monster cells within Liao Yuan were activated to their peak, and he executed a fierce spinning slash, pouring all of his ferocious strength into the great sword in his hands!

Boom!

Bai Xiao dodged that stroke.

Although he could withstand the hits, Bai Xiao could just as easily evade.

Fighting, after all, was a process of identifying the specific style and patterns of the opponent, and then countering and retaliating accordingly. Bai Xiao had his own fighting logic. Undoubtedly, his fighting style focused on strength and defense. His most common strategy was to force his way through, withstand a set of attacks with his robust physique, and then finish the opponent with a single punch.

Such a battle strategy could lead to path dependency for the user but could also cause tactical misjudgment for the opponent. Like now, Bai Xiao took Liao Yuan’s attacks head-on, without dodging a single move. Gradually, Liao Yuan would take for granted that Bai Xiao wouldn’t dodge, making his strokes even more reckless, not factoring in Bai Xiao’s potential to evade.

Once the opponent harbored this subconscious thought.

At a critical moment, Bai Xiao would suddenly change his usual approach, stop withstanding, and dodge aside. This had a high probability of causing the opponent’s key moves to fail.

This was his fight philosophy.

Bai Xiao was not a simple-minded brute.

He too had his own thoughts and plans. It’s just that most of the time, overpowering with strength meant tactics were unnecessary.

After all, why discuss fighting philosophy with ants?

…

Whoosh…

The golden great sword spun and howled, passing by Bai Xiao’s side, carrying a surge of wind, and heavily struck the wall of the private room. With a loud crash!

The wall shattered, bricks flew, and dust billowed.

In Liao Yuan’s surprised and astonished eyes.

A black figure, like a massive armored war vehicle, crashed into him!

Thump!

In the neighboring private room, a group of young and rich second-generation kids partied, clinking glasses, laughing, and chatting. The men were handsome and dashing, the women coquettish and graceful. Some whispered in a corner of a sofa, the air charged with innuendo.

Others were engaged in drinking contests, their fair faces growing redder by the moment.

The air was thick with the scent of hormones.

Pairs of men and women drew closer and closer, whispering sweet nothings.

Suddenly, the entire private room shook, and the right wall cracked open with a thunderous sound.

Thud!

A black figure, with a golden figure in tow, instantly broke through the right wall like a cannonball, sweeping across the entire private room, and then smashed hard into the left wall. The fine white ceramic tiles fractured in a fan pattern.

Pieces scattered, landing on the heads of these rich kids.

“Ah!!!”

“What’s happening?”

Women screamed, men looked around confused.

A gust of evening breeze blew in through the gap in the cracked wall.

It carried away the dust and mist.

Revealing two majestic and fearsome armored figures.

The armor pressed against the wall, all dark gold, was full of streamlined, hard curves. Thin dragonfly wings stretched out from the back, with golden outlines and blood circulating like liquid in the hollow tubes.

It was exquisite and menacing, and the sharp tips hinted at danger.

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He still held a great sword in his hand, fiercely positioned in front of himself.

Directly across from him.

The dominating black armor, plain and unadorned, without any frivolous details or decorations. In fact, its surface was battered and damaged, revealing huge areas of damage. Underneath the armor, the shape of a man, as if cast from solid iron, was barely discernible!

Black lines spread across his arms like tree trunks.

Yet, it was precisely such armor.

That had nearly pushed the sophisticated dark golden armor to a dead end!

“Even if you annihilate our Golden Wing Team, what then?”

“Heavenly God Company will be at odds with you until the end!!!”

Liao Yuan’s arms, holding the great sword, creaked under the immense force resisting him, and the armor joints emitted sounds of strain. He roared out loud.

“Why… Why?”