Crime Prison Island
Chapter 98 - 35 Dark Combat Techniques_2

Chapter 98: Chapter 35 Dark Combat Techniques_2

Gao Xin didn’t explain much, as he was shifting his consciousness slightly away from rationale to sensation.

After all, he had already roughly understood Peter and Luo Ban’s fighting patterns through memory and analysis, which made his predictions much simpler.

He no longer needed such strong logical processing capabilities, deciding to sacrifice a bit of logic to enhance intuition and inspiration.

"Indeed, brooding alone in the training room is far inferior to actual combat with an unknown opponent."

How advanced could the techniques Gao Xin developed on his own be when confined to the training room?

He and Silver Hand had never faced off directly, and he had hardly crossed fists in depth with Oyama Mas, lacking any real combat memory.

However, Peter at this moment was an excellent opponent.

Gao Xin could feel his fighting skills rapidly strengthening.

Predict, think, improvise, then predict again, think again, improvise again...

His self-taught fighting methods were gradually improving, evolving in a direction as unpredictable as an antelope hanging its horns beyond reach.

Peter and Luo Ban were fighting uncomfortably; completely led by the nose and unable to keep up with the rhythm.

"Woah!"

After clashing intensely with Luo Ban for a moment, Gao Xin suddenly threw down his opponent and turned around neurotically, yelling at Peter.

Peter was startled, hesitating in his movements.

Seizing the opportunity, Gao Xin followed the momentum of his turn with a fierce kick that came with great force.

Peter reacted quickly and dodged, causing Gao Xin’s kick to miss!

However, unexpectedly, Gao Xin’s move wasn’t meant for Peter but was still targeting Luo Ban.

Gao Xin’s side kick drew a huge arc, continuing upwards and turning in a circle, leading him into a back flip.

"Bang!" This kick was wild and unpredictable, swirling almost three hundred sixty degrees in a reverse hook kick, just catching Luo Ban on the back of the head as he came in for a rush attack!

Luo Ban was knocked senseless by the kick, his head buzzing and his vision blackening.

But Gao Xin’s offensive was not over; it was one continuous chain.

It was as if he had seen through both Peter and Luo Ban, weaving between them, borrowing force and parrying effortlessly.

With a rapid series of fierce strikes, Luo Ban was quickly knocked unconscious and fell.

Once Luo Ban was down, Peter, now alone, cried out, "Help! Someone help!"

Instantly, six strong men dropped their opponents and joined in, surrounding him with seven in total.

But Gao Xin, now fired up, didn’t care about being outnumbered, "Bring on as many as you like!"

"I’ll help you call!"

Gao Xin’s movements became increasingly strange, twisting and turning among the seven men, finding and exploiting gaps.

Suddenly freeing his hands, he broke out of the encirclement and provoked even more enemies.

One of the strong men was engaged in a fierce battle with Su Lei, and Gao Xin ran up from behind and launched a kick.

Infuriated, the strong man also joined the group attacking Gao Xin.

This way and that, Gao Xin went around instigating confrontations, deliberately increasing the number of people surrounding him to ten.

This significantly reduced the pressure on Qiao Long and his men, allowing each of Qiao Long’s sixty strong men to pair off one-on-one.

As for Gao Xin, facing ten opponents, he didn’t fall behind, and seemed even more at ease.

Because those who could attack him at the same time were no more than five.

Moving amidst the ten men, he actually only had to deal with two or three at once.

The more people there were, the more they got in each other’s way, hindering each other’s performance.

After a short while, several more were felled by his imaginative and unpredictable moves.

He would even target their groins without hesitation, not fearing when others aimed for his vulnerabilities as well.

That madness in his eyes was alarming, as if he was ready to trade life for life at any moment.

In this manner, Gao Xin knocked down nine more men, with cries of agony all around.

Only Peter was left standing a few meters away.

"What is this chaotic fighting style? It’s completely incomprehensible, almost defying biomechanics, but he’s somehow forcing out these moves to great effect..."

Peter was aware that being many can be a disadvantage in an encirclement; that’s why he had retreated to a distance early on, to rest and observe.

But the more he watched, the more bewildered he was, completely unable to sum up Gao Xin’s boxing techniques.

If I have to say something, it’s about change, changing like crazy.

And those moves were wild and unpredictable, like a damn drunken master.

If it was just mindless flailing, that’d be one thing, but this guy wasn’t flailing—he took down ten people in one go, how can you call that mindless?

Peter was going crazy: "Fuck... who taught you to throw a punch like that!"

"What kind of fighting style did you learn, exactly?"

Gao Xin pulled out a bottle of shower gel from behind and poured it over his head.

He shook his dripping wet hair and blew petals off his face, smiling as he approached.

"This is... Dark Combat Technique!"

Peter looked perplexed, Dark Combat Technique, what kind of school was that?

He didn’t know that Gao Xin possessed a Heart of Dark Logic, and he had developed it quite well.

With the mysterious universe as his guide, on the "path" of dark logic, Gao Xin had begun to catch a glimpse of the way, crafting a complete body of dark logic knowledge, which he called "principle."

From this principle, he derived an art of dark logic, known as False Words Cast Heart.

Having mastered this art, he could create various "techniques," such as the Fake Medicine Skill, Mirror Body Technique, Imaginary Training Technique, and Dark Combat Technique.

Principle, logic, art, technique—each evolved from the last, and to master one was to understand the rest, one epiphany leading to a thousand more.

Of course, everything was just starting, and the Dark Combat Technique was only in its initial form, but it was more than enough to deal with Peter.

The melee between the two gangs was reaching a fever pitch, and the number of strong fighters had evened out, thanks to Gao Xin.

Now, no one could help Peter—it was down to one-on-one PK.

Peter wasn’t backing down either. At this point, there was almost no way out.

Besides, he was fresh and ready, while Gao Xin had been battling fifteen people in a row, using up a lot of energy.

He also outweighed the other guy by 40 kilograms; there was no reason he shouldn’t be able to win.

"No matter what, I have the upper hand!"

"Come on!" he bellowed, charging at Gao Xin.

Peter decided to fight blood with blood, no longer wary of Gao Xin’s strange moves.

With the advantages of stamina and strength, and a better tolerance for taking hits than Gao Xin, he just had to stand firm and trade blows; it would be Gao Xin who’d fall first!

Peter went for a "dumb fight" strategy, trading injury for injury, to see who could take more punishment!

And I’ll be damned, his desperate fighting style actually managed to land a couple of hits on Gao Xin.

But that was all. Gao Xin’s moves were becoming increasingly unpredictable.

Just when you thought he was going to kick, he would punch; when you thought he was punching, he’d come at you with scissors...

Gao Xin’s knee strikes could turn into slides, slides could twist into somersault kicks, and even mid-somersault, he could miraculously change his center of gravity to a Tornado Swinging Punch.

A series of unfettered ideas for attacking, combined with astonishing core strength and moves that challenged the limits of the human body, completely bamboozled Peter.

Peter felt like he wasn’t fighting a human, but sparring with an alien.

After taking several hits, he became increasingly irritable, desperately trying to counter and land some damage on Gao Xin.

But the more he tried, the deeper he fell into Gao Xin’s indescribable rhythm.

Finally, snap...

He threw out his back himself! His legs got tangled up! He dived headfirst!

Peter was actually floored by Gao Xin’s series of continuous changes in center of gravity.

Gao Xin laughed: "I haven’t even started, and you’re already down?"

Peter’s face turned pale as he struggled to stand, only to be kicked in the face by Gao Xin.

Blood gushed from his nose, and he let out an angry roar, trying to get up, only to take another punch, stars exploding in his vision.

After a few such exchanges, with punches and kicks, he was battered beyond recognition, bruised and swollen.

But Peter was tough; even though he was thoroughly beaten, he gritted his teeth and persisted, refusing to admit defeat.

In the end, Gao Xin lifted his foot, aimed at Peter’s groin, and was about to stomp down.

Only then did Peter finally cry out, "Stop, stop, stop, I was wrong, boss! You’re the boss!

"I’ll listen to everything you say, just don’t touch it, please."

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