Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 290 - 258 Fight! Fight!

Chapter 290: Chapter 258 Fight! Fight!

"Don’t look at me like that, you’ll die a miserable death,"

Wu Xiaode said.

He rotated his wrists, ready to launch an attack.

Wait—

It seemed like he had forgotten something.

Li Kunlun had said that with every identity change, he could read a slip of paper.

Where was the slip of paper?

Wu Xiaode rummaged through his pockets and finally felt two slips of paper.

These were the last two slips.

Now that his identity was human, according to Li Kunlun’s arrangement, he could read one.

Ulysses’s voice suddenly rang out:

"What are you looking at?"

He had already healed his injuries and, clenching his fists, charged at Wu Xiaode.

In an instant.

The two exchanged blows swiftly, after dozens of moves, a dull "thud" rang out as Ulysses was kicked away by Wu Xiaode.

"Holy Light, heal all the wounds on my body,"

Ulysses chanted.

A touch of pure white light fell and gathered on his abdomen, smoothing away all injuries.

Ulysses stared at Wu Xiaode, sneering:

"See that? You will never injure me, nor can you kill me—while every wound I create on you brings you one step closer to death."

Wu Xiaode said, "But have you ever considered that I’ve already discovered your weakness?"

"Weakness?" Ulysses was startled.

"Your weakness is so obvious—I’ll give you one last chance, get out of this world, or you will die," Wu Xiaode said.

"Ridiculous, do you really think we Demon Gods are scared easily?"

Ulysses charged again.

Wu Xiaode’s eyes were slightly closed, not looking at him, just twirling his body the moment Ulysses came close to punch.

This turn was indescribably clever—

Wu Xiaode had just avoided the other’s punch, landing right behind the Demon God.

He gripped the opponent’s head with both hands and gave it a violent twist.

Crack!

The sound of breaking bones was clear and audible.

Ulysses instantly fell to the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably, like a malfunctioning electric doll.

"You’ve overlooked one thing."

Wu Xiaode looked down at Ulysses on the ground and said indifferently, "After entering this world, your acquired identities were all criminals, guarded in prison, and you still retained human forms—"

"I confirmed this when I hit your groin just now."

"You have the unique physical weaknesses of humans."

Ulysses tried his best to roll his body, trying to stand up, but he was twisted and couldn’t maintain his balance.

He tried to chant a spell, but his mouth only made "heh—heh—" sounds, unable to form a complete sentence.

Wu Xiaode knelt on one knee, quietly watching Ulysses’s constant struggle.

The human body is really fragile.

So those who really mix in the streets tend to be very careful when they fight.

—Why bring so much animosity upon yourself, pushing someone toward death?

You have to preserve yourself, right?

Especially the seasoned gangsters, it’s not that they become more timid with age, but that they all have families and mouths to feed, only going out to do business for money.

If it’s not a life or death matter, no one would deal such a harsh blow!

The so-called fear of a young person’s punch is partly because young people have more strength and stamina, and partly because young people can’t control themselves when they fight.

Especially those who have trained.

A careless move can ruin someone else and themselves.

—So this was Wu Xiaode’s first time using such a technique.

He sighed and said:

"As a human, once your neck is broken, you lose balance, can’t control your limbs, and can’t speak clearly."

"—Now you can’t chant that Healing Skill’s spell, can you?"

He finished speaking, clenched his fist, and raised it high.

Fear appeared on Ulysses’s face.

Too bad there was no turning back.

"Bear with it, I’ll send you off," Wu Xiaode said.

One punch came crashing down!

Blood immediately spattered like a bursting flower, splashing all over the ground.

The struggling noise stopped abruptly.

Dead silence.

Wu Xiaode grabbed the black Token that had just appeared, stood up, dragged the body, and threw it off the arena.

The body hit the ground heavily and then gradually vanished.

While the Demon Gods were still digesting the event—

Wu Xiaode simply took out the slip of paper, unfolded it, and covered it with one hand, allowing only himself to see the content:

"You chose human, right?"

"But the Demon Gods are endless, that’s the Power of the World Skill."

"So you have to fight that possessor—last time, he only came to fight you after you were completely exhausted."

"That possessor is the Prisoner Avatar, it can’t enter this human world. It can only send an avatar down on a Demon God to sneak in."

"It’s watching you fight from below the stage."

"—It’s that Satan reading the newspaper."

"I’ll only tell you this much, make sure the next time you switch identities, you do whatever it takes to read the slip of paper first."

"I’ll say it three times, because it’s important:"

"You must read the last slip of paper first! (times three)!"

Wu Xiaode clenched the slip of paper.

What?

The Prisoner Avatar was already here?

...He truly owed Li Kunlun for this.

After the three days were up, when he returned to the imperial palace of the empire, he absolutely had to invite Li Kunlun for a meal.

—A grand feast!

Wu Xiaode crumpled the slip of paper into pieces, looked up, and pointed at the Satan reading the newspaper below the stage.

This guy was the Prisoner Avatar?

The Prisoner Avatar couldn’t fight at all.

But since Li Kunlun said it had possessed Satan to get in, that meant it truly couldn’t enter the human world.

Satan... was now in human form too.

There might be a chance!

Wu Xiaode’s mind was racing, and he suddenly pointed at Satan below the stage:

"Hey, Ulysses went up to fight me on your orders and got killed by me. Why don’t you come up and try it out?"

All the Demon Gods looked toward Satan.

"Are you talking to me?" Satan asked.

"Yeah, your little brother’s dead, and you as the boss aren’t going to do anything?" Wu Xiaode grinned and said.

Satan slowly stood up, his face showing a strange expression.

"You... what have you learned?" he asked with a hint of curiosity.

"Cut the crap, just come up to the platform and fight— I only want to kill you, or be killed by you."

As soon as Wu Xiaode finished speaking, he immediately activated the "one-on-one" setting.

Satan disappeared from below the stage in an instant.

The next moment.

He appeared directly on the ring.

From this moment on, he had no choice but to fight.

Satan slowly folded the newspaper and pondered aloud,

"When you say you killed the One-eyed Giant, it was due to your profound study of him, which allowed you to see all his moves—"

"I also excel in boxing, and judging by that, it could indeed be possible," he added.

"That’s correct," Wu Xiaode nodded.

—His opponent was Satan + Prisoner Avatar.

Wu Xiaode was also very cautious, not striking immediately.

"However, when you were fighting Ulysses, you could completely grasp his moves as well... If you say you were studying him too, then I find that hard to believe."

Satan analyzed calmly.

"I possess the ’boxing clairvoyance’ power in boxing, so as long as I use my fists, there’s no opponent I can’t beat!" Wu Xiaode bluffed without a change in expression.

"Boxing, huh... I have not heard of such an ability, but I tend to think you possess some sort of name skill of a very high level," said Satan.

Absolutely correct!

My name skill’s level is the Law Crown!

But how could such a thing be admitted?

"Name skill? What’s that?" Wu Xiaode asked curiously.

Satan stared at him, a look of uncertainty in his eyes.

Wu Xiaode positioned himself with his boxing stance and said firmly,

"Enough talk, let’s see the truth with our hands."

Satan chuckled softly and spoke calmly, "My boxing skills have long been unrivaled in the world. You will die a miserable death if you fight me."

He bent his knees slightly, positioned himself in a boxing stance, and beckoned Wu Xiaode with his hand,

"Come."

Wu Xiaode’s brows furrowed—

If it’s a fight you want, then a fight you’ll get!

His hands clenched into fists, his figure shot towards Satan like a bolt of lightning.

Satan, reacting later but moving faster, charged at Wu Xiaode.

Two blurry afterimages in the ring rapidly converged, ready to exchange blows with their fists.

In a split second!

Satan suddenly drew a long knife wreathed in black mist!

Wu Xiaode also drew out a sword, ancient and undecorated!

An uproar broke out from the audience below.

Both men had been talking about boxing all along, but when they actually made their move, they both used weapons!

Where is the martial integrity in that?

There is absolutely no martial integrity here!

A knife and a sword, simultaneously slashing out thousands of blade and sword shadows, filling the entire arena.

The two afterimages seemed to move freely, darting through the relentless assault, releasing more sharp edges to strike at each other.

"Human, your swordsmanship is just mediocre. I will take your head within ten minutes!" Satan shouted.

"Bullshit!" Wu Xiaode shouted.

Suddenly, he saw the Book of the Dead flying towards him in haste, opening before his face to reveal lines of ice crystal text:

"The opponent has unfolded a terrifying name skill:"

"?????"

"Effect: Temporal Corrosion."

"The ground becomes a special corrosive field; any being that touches the ground will have their body disintegrate within ten seconds, henceforth dying."

Ten seconds!

Damn it, no wonder he said he would fight me for ten minutes!

This name skill is just too shameless!

Wu Xiaode knew that this was a matter of life and death and suddenly retracted the Desert Sword in his hand, drawing out the Chi Xiao Divine Sword with a backhand.

Just at that moment—

"Back off!"

Satan slashed down into the air, his hands pressing down on the hilt of his knife, pushing forcefully downwards.

Clang!

The Chi Xiao Divine Sword firmly blocked the opponent’s long blade.

However, Satan did not retreat, continuing to press down with all his might, trying to force Wu Xiaode, who was in midair, down to the ground.

Wu Xiaode bit his teeth.

This is impossible to fight!

Forget it, you started playing dirty first; I can’t be blamed.

With one hand gripping the Chi Xiao Divine Sword tightly, he continued to fend off the opponent’s long blade, while his other hand grabbed the Desert Sword, thrusting it mightily into the ground.

He then pulled his feet together, standing on the hilt of the Desert Sword!

Satan laughed upon seeing this:

"Hmm? As I thought, you must have some name skill that allows you to see people’s abilities!"

But Wu Xiaode did not smile.

His expression ice-cold, he said, "You talk too much—go die."

Satan shook his head, about to say something, when his expression suddenly changed.

He watched as one of his hands turned to dust, scattering in the air.

"This is my name skill!" Satan exclaimed.

"Yes, it is your name skill," Wu Xiaode said.

In midair, the Book of the Dead displayed a line of ice crystal text:

"The ’Desolate’ Divine Skill has been activated."

"Yin Qing: Any damage inflicted on the Sword Artifact is borne by the enemy themselves."

"The opponent has suffered the damage the Desert Sword has endured."

"The opponent has revoked their name skill."

All the text disappeared.

The faint black light emerging from the ground of the arena vanished into thin air.

Wu Xiaode landed on the ground, looking across.

He saw that Satan’s body had nearly disintegrated by half, with blood gushing out profusely, clearly lacking any fighting strength.

—But still, he seemed extraordinarily composed.

"It’s truly unexpected that a human capable of disrupting my plans could break my name skill," Satan said, his voice sharp and thin.

At the same time, he began to emit waves of dark light all over his body.

"You are not Satan!" Wu Xiaode exclaimed.

"Of course I’m not him, but you don’t need to worry about that," came the reply.

"Because you are about to die."