Infinity, The Arcade Age-Chapter 362: The Celestial God Clan

Facing the rapidly approaching enemy, Terry, though reluctant to fight, dared not hesitate. He leaped forward, sliding with a punch aimed at Qin Ming, using his own special move.

Skill: Burning Knuckle!

On one side was an incomplete Heaven Slide; on the other, a full-powered Burning Knuckle. The two figures collided fiercely amid the exclamations of the onlookers.

The result: Terry was knocked back, flying through the air, while Qin Ming braced himself, retreating two steps.

In this exchange, Qin Ming had a slight edge. However, without executing the follow-up move, he couldn't capitalize on the advantage.

Terry, having flown four or five meters, rolled upon landing. Seeing Qin Ming preparing to attack again, he suddenly raised his hand and shouted:

"Enough! Let's stop here! I don't want to fight you!"

Hearing this, Qin Ming dug his feet into the ground, instantly halting his advance.

The two looked at each other. Terry took a deep breath and said sternly:

"This is a personal grudge between you and my brother; it has nothing to do with me. If you want to settle it, do it in the ring! Private duels have no honor—only disgrace!"

As he spoke, Terry walked over to his brother. Seeing Andy, who had been nearly crippled by the young girl and now had a bruised face, he pulled him up, exasperated.

"What are you standing there for? Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough? Let's go!"

Andy glared at Qin Ming, his mouth twitching furiously. In the end, he said nothing, just flung his hand and turned to leave with his brother.

Another member, the renowned Muay Thai king Joe Higashi, who had been watching from the sidelines, casually brushed his hair, raised his bandaged hand, and pointed at Qin Ming.

"Big guy! See you in the ring!"

With the sound of footsteps, the three quickly walked away.

Watching them leave, Qin Ming silently lowered his arm, his expression serious.

So strong! That Terry is really strong!

I used an A-level special move against his C-level skill and still couldn't gain a decisive advantage—even considering that I didn't use the full version of my skill!

These top-tier fighters are truly extraordinary!

[Name: Terry]

[Strength: 50]

[Constitution: 50]

[Agility: 50]

[Spirit: 40]

[Skills: Jeff Style Brawling (A-level), Energy Geyser (B-level), Power Geyser (A-level)]

[Description: Having trained in Bajiquan since childhood, Terry combined various styles to create his own martial art, proving what it means to be a genius.]

Balanced attributes! Unpretentious skills! And that A-level martial art!

Even in this brief exchange, Qin Ming fully realized how troublesome Terry could be.

While Qin Ming was shocked, Terry was equally shaken.

Through their recent clash, he also noticed that Qin Ming was no ordinary fighter.

Especially in their final exchange, the reason Terry was knocked back so far wasn't because he was overpowered, but because he sensed something was wrong at the last moment, forcibly interrupted his skill, and retreated on his own!

He had no choice but to retreat! Because at the moment of collision, Terry felt that his punch didn't hit flesh—but solid steel!

If he hadn't retreated, the consequences would have been even worse!

Didn't his brother say that the opponent was just a half-baked fighter, nothing to worry about? This is nothing to worry about?!

Just that body-hardening technique alone is enough to give anyone a hard time!

With his brother's mediocre skills, can he really win in the ring?!

Turning his head to glance at his brother, who still wore a disgruntled expression and hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation even now, Terry rubbed his forehead in frustration.

He understood that things were probably not going to end well—if his brother really faced that guy in the ring, he'd be beaten so badly he'd practically crap himself!

But knowing his brother's personality, there was no way he'd back out of the competition.

Originally, Terry hadn't cared to interfere in his brother's petty squabbles over love rivals. To him, challenging someone to a fight in the ring over such matters was pure nonsense.

But now it seemed he couldn't just sit back and watch—what if his brother accidentally got beaten to death?

Shaking his head, Terry sighed helplessly. He was now prepared to step in personally.

After all, he came to this tournament with the goal of winning the championship. So he might as well take this opportunity to challenge that unfamiliar yet clearly formidable opponent too.

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Just as both parties walked away in a less-than-friendly mood, a red-haired woman with her arms crossed in the surrounding crowd suddenly flicked her short hair and spoke in a low voice:

"Vice, I've been watching you for a while now. You seem to know that big guy? You've looked at him several times already. Aren't you afraid I'll get jealous?"

As soon as the redhead finished speaking, the blonde beauty leaning against the wall with her arms crossed gave a cold snort.

"Jealous? If you were really jealous, would you still be talking to me this nicely? Wouldn't you have already gone over there and killed him, Vice?"

"Ara ara, don't make me sound so cruel. I haven't killed anyone in a long time, you know."

"And how long is 'a long time'? A day? Two? Didn't you just deal with a few idiots yesterday?"

"They came to me looking for death. I didn't want to kill them. That's totally different, okay? Anyway, you still haven't answered my question—so, do you know that big guy?"

As she spoke, Vice tilted her head to look at her companion.

Next to her, the blonde woman leaning against the wall—none other than Mature, one of the Hakkesshu and an old acquaintance of Qin Ming—frowned slightly, her expression uncertain.

"I guess you could say I know him."

"What do you mean, 'you guess'?"

"I'm not sure if it's really him. Last time I saw him, he wasn't this huge."

Mature's hesitant response made Vice nod slightly. The next second, she stretched and twisted her slender waist.

"Then let's assume it's not him. Not many people leave a deep impression on you, after all. It'd be a shame if he died."

Vice raised her arms and stretched them in a cross, cracking her joints. A sinister smile suddenly appeared on her stunning face.

"If he's not a familiar face—then I'm going to kill him!"

"Kill him?!"

Hearing those words, Mature was momentarily stunned, her expression unsure.

"Why the hell would you kill him?"

At that, Vice, still warming up her limbs, suddenly turned to glance at her.

"Are you really clueless, or are you pretending? That guy's moves were clearly from our Heavenly God Clan! And not just any move—it was your signature move! You might not have noticed, but I've sparred with you countless times. I know that technique inside and out."

Turning to look at the now-distant Qin Ming, Vice revealed a cold, toothy grin.

"Did he think that just because he didn't use the full move, no one would recognize it? That kind of cheap trick might fool others, but it doesn't work on me. After all, I know you best—inside and out. There's no way I wouldn't recognize it, right, sweetheart?"

As she said this, Vice turned and gave Mature a sly, squinty-eyed smile. But when she noticed that Mature was now staring at the ground, brows tightly knit, her eyes narrowed even more.

Still smiling sweetly, Vice suddenly spoke again:

"Hey, hey, hey—it's just killing someone. Why are you hesitating today? Don't tell me you really do have some kind of special relationship with him?"

Mature abruptly looked up and shook her head without a second thought.

"Of course not. I don't like weaklings."

"You'd better not. Otherwise, it won't just be him who dies tonight."

Still wearing that squinty, smiling expression, Vice suddenly stepped closer to Mature, gently caressing her cheek as she spoke softly:

"Mature, you and I—we're cursed women. Anyone who gets close to us is doomed. So don't fall for any mortals. You're the one who told me that yourself. And if you, knowing that, still break your own rule—then I swear, the one who made you break it will wish he were dead."

With that, Vice turned and strutted away like a cat, leaving Mature standing where she was, arms crossed, silently watching her back, brow still tightly furrowed.

Vice—one of the Hakkesshu. Codename: Holy Maiden of War, or Saint of War. Wielder of the power of death. She and Mature, who controls the power of beasts, are known to act as a pair.

But what isn't commonly known is this: although the two appear to have an inseparable bond, in reality, they share a blood feud.

The members of the Hakkesshu weren't born with the awakened bloodline of the Heavenly God Clan. Before their awakening, they were just ordinary people living ordinary lives.

Only after their bloodline suddenly awakened—and they inherited memories from their past lives—did they begin to follow the divine mission embedded in those memories: the sacred task of reviving the Orochi god.

And awakening the bloodline is no easy feat. The best method? Stimulation—extreme stimulation.

Mature and Vice both had their bloodlines awakened this way—by force.

But unlike each other, it was Goenitz who forcibly awakened Mature.

As for Vice—she was forcibly awakened by Mature.

(End of Chapter)