Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 569 - 450: Little Wu vs Daville!

Chapter 569: Chapter 450: Little Wu vs Daville!

Drip-drop.

Drip-drop.

Blood dripped from his nose.

Daville braced himself with his hands on the ground, staring at the drops of blood splattered on the ground, his expression somewhat dazed.

—Even though he was clearly diving from thousands of feet in the air, why did he suddenly find himself on the ground?

"No."

He exclaimed, his expression changing slightly as he immediately assumed a defensive stance.

This place was indeed Sare Town.

He was standing on the street outside a bar.

Wu Xiaode was on the other side of the street.

All the others had disappeared.

The world was filled with a grand silence, as if no one had made a sound here for hundreds of years.

"What a surprise... what exactly was that punch just now? I felt the Infinite Tribulation Power, but in the end, it seemed somewhat different from that power,"

Daville said.

"You can guess all you want, but I won’t tell you," Wu Xiaode said indifferently.

In fact, it was only after he had sacrificed various skills of inheritance, summoning, Tao Power, and founded on the soul powers he had obtained—Infinite Tribulation Power, Power of thousands of Heroic Spirits, Power of Death—that this offensive Death Skill—

"Wrath."

Daville moved his body a bit and said in a lecturing tone:

"It seems like a clumsily crafted parallel world. You chose this battlefield, I guess, to avoid harming the innocent?"

Wu Xiaode didn’t say a word but simply snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, over their heads appeared equally long blood bars and soul power bars.

At the same time—

Shackles were placed on their hands and feet.

In the middle of the street, a vertical pupil quietly emerged, emitting a buzzing sound:

"I am obliged to explain the rules of this battle."

Wu Xiaode and Daville both looked towards the vertical pupil.

"In this battle, both sides have the same amount of blood and soul power value;"

"Agility, strength, attack power are the same;"

"Physical toughness is consistent;"

"All spell attack powers are reduced to three bars of blood damage; cold weapons only have ordinary cold weapon damage;"

"—The one whose blood bar empties first will surely die."

"If you try to escape, the shackles will immediately pull you back to the battleground."

"Please fight with all your might to the death!"

"Now, both parties please step forward."

"Get ready."

"The battle begins!"

The vertical pupil flew into the air, overlooking from above.

Daville listened quietly, a smile appearing on his face:

"All spells have the same attack power? This means that the power of spells has been greatly weakened."

While speaking, he forcefully squeezed the shackles on his hands and feet but found them completely immovable.

—There must be Infinite Tribulation Power within them.

And some other things.

Damn breeding.

He looked up again, at the blood bar and soul power bar above his head.

—If he hadn’t been hit by that spell, this kid would have had no chance of surviving.

Unfortunately—

He had been punched squarely on the bridge of the nose by him.

The spell had also hit him squarely.

To undo it, he would have to follow the rules.

What a pain in the neck!

Daville took a deep breath, his eyes coldly staring at Wu Xiaode:

"Honestly, I’ve fought against countless human powerhouses and used enumerable ways of combat to destroy their morale, never tasting defeat."

"Well, I will just have to beat you with combat."

Wu Xiaode remained silent, simply taking out boxing gloves and putting them on his hands.

"Boxing? Ridiculous."

Having said that, Daville flashed forward towards Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode stepped forward and threw a punch to meet him—

Thud.

Daville kicked him, sending him flying.

Wu Xiaode tumbled on the ground, dragging a long trail of dust, before finally standing up again.

A twentieth of his blood bar had disappeared.

Daville crossed his arms and stood on one leg, laughing:

"Close-quarters combat, to me, is only child’s play—"

"I can playfully annihilate you!"

He lightly leaped up, charging at Wu Xiaode once again.

Wu Xiaode raised his fists to meet him.

Their punches and kicks clashed, exchanging over a dozen blows in rapid succession.

Wu Xiaode was suddenly hit in the chest with a punch, sending him flying several meters back.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Above his head, about three-twentieths of his blood bar vanished.

—He had already lost a fifth of his blood volume.

However, his soul power was still full.

Contrastingly, Daville’s blood bar was full, but he had lost a fifth of his soul power.

"I remember now..."

Daville, with a reminiscent look, softly said, "Your boxing resembles that of a man I once defeated... I believe... he was called the Human Emperor."

"Are you his successor?"

Wu Xiaode wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled without speaking, and just adopted a boxing stance on the spot, pausing to catch his breath.

Daville showed an impatient expression.

Indeed, he liked to talk during battle; it was a means of setting the mood, making a ruinous fight more stylish.

But the other party was like a dumb dog, not even muttering when beaten.

"Whether it’s skill or experience, I am far superior to you—"

"I’ve lost interest in this fight," said Daville languidly. "Fine, I’ll just kill you in one go."

He stepped lightly, moving deceptively fast towards Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode held his fists ready to meet him—

As the two drew closer, they rapidly engaged the enemy.

Daville bellowed:

"You can’t even block my casual punch! Go die!"

Thud.

Another punch landed heavily on Wu Xiaode’s chest.

The blood bar dropped again!

But this time, Wu Xiaode wasn’t sent flying.

He didn’t even try to block; instead, he grabbed the opponent’s wrist tightly with one hand, while his other hand wound around Daville’s elbow from below, twisted the wrist from the other side, and forcefully jerked—

A joint lock!

With a "crack," Daville’s arm was twisted and broken.

"Aaaahhhh!"

Daville let out a high-pitched scream of agony.

——It was the supreme master of calamity, the Demon King that obliterated all beings, always invincible in battle.

Even when facing other calamity demons, it had never suffered such injury, nor had it ever felt such bone-piercing pain.

It suddenly came to a realization.

The greatest strength of this spell wasn’t in combat, but in bringing itself down to the level of humans.,

——In battle, it would experience the agony of a mortal!

Wu Xiaode’s expression was calm as he dragged his broken arm, pulling Daville into his embrace.

"Don’t think about it——"

Daville let out a harsh shout and thrust his left knee toward Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode still didn’t block in the slightest.

He also lifted his right knee and slammed it fiercely into his opponent’s groin.

Thud.

Thud.

Two sounds emanated.

Wu Xiaode was struck in the stomach by the fierce knee kick, spewing fresh blood once again from his mouth.

Daville, however, had his groin brutally smashed.

"Hiss——ah!!!!!"

When had he ever experienced such anguish?

Even if pain was categorized by levels, this kind of agonizing, egg-shattering pain was certainly top-ranked!

Daville had no time to ease the pain.

At such a time, if one allowed themselves to be distracted by pain, it meant a downfall.

No matter how excruciating the agony, he had to endure it!

Daville was sweating cold sweat from the pain, but he clenched his teeth and forced his fist toward his opponent’s throat.

Wu Xiaode still didn’t block.

He also swung his fist at Daville’s body.

The two stood in place, making no attempts to defend and striking each other’s bodies with full force.

Thud.

Thud thud thud——

Blood and sweat cascaded down.

At last, the powerful recoil forced each of them to take a step back.

"You’ve got guts, kid, but in combat, technique can cause a lot more damage. You’re bound to lose," Daville panted.

"I don’t think so," said Wu Xiaode.

"This final punch will send you to your grave," Daville lunged forward one step.

Wu Xiaode, showing no weakness, rushed toward his opponent as well.

The next instant.

Daville suddenly drew a long knife from the Void and stabbed at Wu Xiaode’s chest.

"Hahaha, you’ve been fooled, you deserve to die!"

He burst into mad laughter.

But he soon couldn’t laugh anymore.

Because Wu Xiaode also had a long knife in his hand.

Knife against knife.

The two were on the same wavelength!

"Damn kid."

Daville gritted his teeth, holding the knife with both hands and thrusting at Wu Xiaode with all his might.

Wu Xiaode didn’t even glance at his knife, just gripped his own knife and stabbed it at Daville’s chest as well.

In the blink of an eye——

As the two knives were about to stab into each other’s chests——

Block it.

Why isn’t he blocking my knife?

This is a murderous knife, if it’s not blocked, it will surely hit.

Why no defense?

Does he not feel pain? Or does he want mutual destruction?

If he doesn’t block at all——

Then both sides will die.

In such a deadly fight, what was the significance of any technique?

Daville’s mind went blank.

Perhaps it was the bone-chilling, acute pain from the groin, or maybe the fear of the blade’s edge, but in any case——

His knife deviated an inch.

Thwack.

Both knives penetrated their chests.

Blood gushed from Wu Xiaode’s chest wound, quickly soaking his clothes.

But the corners of his mouth curled slightly upward.

——This strike had missed the heart!

On the other hand, Daville, in the last moment, had subconsciously shifted his body.

——The Butterfly Soul Knife had not hit his heart either!

Both sides had tied once again!

Time didn’t move forward.

It was still that instant, Wu Xiaode’s eyes wide open, staring unblinkingly at his opponent.

Any person.

Animal.

Or a sentient being.

When pierced through the chest with a knife, they would inevitably exhibit some subconscious reaction.

What would Daville’s reaction be?

Wu Xiaode waited.

A breeze wafted by.

One could see Daville’s figure twitching slightly.

——After all, it had never truly, as a human, suffered such a grievous wound, and the intense pain caused an involuntary stiffening.

Hope.

Wu Xiaode seized this sliver of hope.

Murderous intent erupted from Wu Xiaode’s body like a torrential flood.

——He had waited for this critical moment!

To transform into a Bright Ghost, he had been stabbed in the chest with a knife countless times. If not used to it, at least his body’s instinctive reactions could be completely controlled.

If his opponent hadn’t controlled his reaction——

"Die!"

The youth shouted lowly, allowing the knife to inch deeper into his body, recklessly striding forward to confront Daville.

The Desert Sword was drawn from his waist.

With a flash of cold light!

Blood flowers scattered in the wind.

A head flew into the air.

The face on the head displayed utter disbelief, seemingly unable to comprehend its own end.

Clang.

The head hit the ground.

Wu Xiaode, covered in blood and with a knife stuck in his chest, barely propped himself up with the sword in his hand, gasping heavily for breath.

He looked up at the vertical pupil in the sky.

The vertical pupil buzzed:

"The battle is over."

"The victor: Wu Xiaode."