Chapter 1266: I Can't Hold On Any Longer!

The people who had been knocked unconscious by Zhang Xuan earlier were now all flushed with suppressed anger.

Although they were not as strong as the Ten-Time Champion, they were seasoned fighters with considerable combat power... To defeat ten opponents in a row and still have the presence of mind to pretend, admitting it so frankly—couldn't he spare them some face?

But thinking carefully, given Hong Yang's strength, even if he fought ten people in a row, or even twenty, he probably wouldn't be too tired.

Could it be that this guy, who had been fighting them for so long and looked like he might collapse at any moment, also had that kind of strength?

Everyone turned to look at Zhang Xuan, trying to see from his face whether Hong Yang's words were correct, but they saw his eyes vacant, his body trembling slightly, still looking as if he was about to faint.

"I don't have that ability..." Zhang Xuan shook his head weakly. "I can't hold on any longer. I can't fight you..."

In this underground market's life-and-death arena, the biggest taboo was deception, and he didn't want to get into trouble.

"That's not for you to decide! I, Hong Yang, want to fight someone, and no one can stop me!"

With narrowed eyes, Hong Yang stepped forward.

Boom!

The entire arena was filled with true energy, and a mighty force pressed down, giving the feeling that if you didn't fight, you couldn't leave.

"You're going too far..." Zhang Xuan lifted his chin, his eyes full of indignation.

"Going too far?" Hong Yang shook his head. "Make your move. If you don't go all out, I can guarantee you'll die here!"

He smiled lightly, true energy swirling in his palm, as if ready to unleash a devastating attack at any moment.

"Hong Yang insists on fighting this guy. A battle between them is inevitable. Who do you think will win?"

"No need to think—I bet on Hong Yang!"

"I bet on Hong Yang too. Every time he fights, he's extremely brutal, tearing people apart. This time... I guess this guy will be torn into four pieces!"

"I think six pieces!"

"No matter how many pieces, he's dead for sure..."

...

Hearing Hong Yang's words, the spectators in the stands were all excited, their faces flushed.

"Betting is open..."

Seeing the crowd's excitement, Zhang Jiuxiao also clenched his fists in excitement.

In the previous matches, the odds were not far apart, at most doubling. This Hong Yang was so fierce, the odds would surely be high.

He quickly went to the bookmaker and indeed saw that the odds for Zhang Xuan winning had reached over ten times!

That is... almost everyone had bet on Hong Yang winning, and no one believed that this guy who looked like he might faint at any moment could win!

"Jackpot..." Eyes shining, Zhang Jiuxiao immediately handed over his storage ring. "I bet 1,800 high-grade spirit stones of pure essence on Zhang Xuan winning!"

"Bet on Zhang Xuan?"

The person in charge of the betting, seeing that this guy was still betting on him, shook his head, said nothing more, and quickly processed the transaction.

If no one gambled, how could they make money?

It was foreseeable that this guy's 1,800 spirit stones were as good as lost...

Betting in the stands was in full swing.

On the stage, Hong Yang looked at the young man again. "Make your move!"

"Better not. I'm no match for you..." Zhang Xuan shook his head.

"It's not up to you!"

Seeing him still refuse, Hong Yang sneered, not bothering with further words.

Whoosh!

His figure flickered and appeared in front of Zhang Xuan, a massive fist roaring down like thunder.

He was huge, and Zhang Xuan looked like a child before him. The punch came with a howling wind and a thunderous sound that seemed to tear the air. It looked like if it hit, it would crush him into a meat patty.

Seeing that the other party attacked without warning, Zhang Xuan was full of helplessness.

As expected of someone who had survived life-and-death situations many times—his sixth sense was truly strong.

He had disguised himself well, and no one around had noticed, but this guy wouldn't let it go, clearly seeing that his true strength was far from simple.

"Forget it..."

Feeling the overwhelming force of the punch, which was so powerful that even he might be killed on the spot if he didn't block it, Zhang Xuan helplessly stepped to the side.

Swish!

The step was small but just enough to dodge the downward attack.

"Hmph!"

Before the punch had fully extended, Hong Yang turned it into a sweep, chasing after him.

"Such a fast change of moves..."

Zhang Xuan was startled.

If it were someone else, using his method of dodging with perfect precision would have made the attack miss completely, hard to follow up. But this guy changed moves on the fly without any awkwardness, as if he had prepared it beforehand. His reaction and combat awareness were even superior to the previous Hall Master Xing.

"I reckon... he's almost as good as one of my three selves... Impressive!"

After calculating, Zhang Xuan was shocked.

A black market fighter matching the reaction speed and adaptability of one of his three selves was already terrifying.

Knowing he couldn't dodge in time, Zhang Xuan forcefully exhaled, his chest caving in, making his whole body as thin as a sheet of paper.

This move wasn't learned from his clone; it was a special martial technique used to evade close-range attacks.

For an ordinary person, exhaling could make the chest sink several inches, let alone for a cultivator.

This involved drawing the true energy from the chest into the abdomen in an instant, using air pressure to make the chest concave, leaving only the thickness of a fist.

In a duel between experts, every millimeter counts. With his chest suddenly caved in, Hong Yang's attack missed again, but he didn't stop, changing his fist into a palm and pressing down.

The palm was already very close to his chest; if it hit, his heart could be pierced, killing him instantly.

Just as everyone thought he would surely be unable to dodge this time, Zhang Xuan, whether because he had no way to avoid it or had truly exhausted his strength, suddenly let his chest spring back.

Like an inflated ball, it met the palm, and a tremendous force pushed upward.

Hong Yang's palm was directed downward, and the rebounding chest pushed to the side, deflecting it in an instant. Then Zhang Xuan stepped in close and grabbed at him.

It was the same move he had used successfully in ten consecutive wins.

"Hmm?"

Unexpected that under such a disadvantage, this guy who looked like he might fall at any moment could still counterattack. Hong Yang narrowed his eyes.

His attack just now might have seemed simple, but it was actually his famous Triple Combo. Ordinary people, even Ten-Time Champions, had never lasted past the first move!

This guy not only dodged the consecutive attacks but also seized the opportunity to counter. His strength was indeed extraordinary, just as he had guessed.

Excited, he raised his other arm to block the opponent's hand and break it, when he suddenly saw the young man close at hand, the corners of his mouth lifting into a faint, ambiguous smile.

With a bang in his head, Hong Yang's body swayed, and he felt dizzy.

"Damn, it's the Enchantress's ability..."

His pupils contracted, and he was horrified.

That smile was exactly the most famous move of the Enchantress profession—'Hundred Charms'!

Legend has it that the creator of this move was an extremely powerful and extraordinary figure among the Enchantresses over ten thousand years ago: 'One glance and a hundred charms bloom, all palace beauties pale in comparison.'

Once hit, one would immediately lose consciousness and thus lose combat ability.

But... wasn't this move only usable by women?

Why could a man use it, and with such captivating effect?

Feeling the dizziness in his mind intensify, Hong Yang quickly bit his tongue. Just as he felt a bit clearer, he saw the opponent's hand already in front of him.

Five fingers spread wide, like a great mountain, impossible to dodge, as if there was no way to avoid it.

Smack!

A crisp slap, and five finger marks immediately appeared on his face, red and swollen.

"You..."

Feeling the burning pain on his face, as if it were being torn in two, Hong Yang was frantic, on the verge of losing his mind.

A Hundred-Time Champion of the underground black market, slapped in the face with just one move... This was an utter humiliation.

"I'll tear you apart..."

With a roar, Hong Yang was about to attack when he saw the young man, after slapping him, retreat seven or eight steps, as if his strength was drained again, his body trembling uncontrollably, about to fall. "I told you, I can't hold on any longer. I can't fight you. Let's call it off. I'm really no match for you..."

"You..."

Hong Yang was about to explode.

After slapping him so fiercely, he wanted to call it off? How could it be that easy!

No match for me... If you're no match, you almost crippled me. If you were a match, would I be killed instantly?

Boom!

He stomped his foot and charged again.

This time he used his full strength, true energy shooting from his fingertips like a huge cage.

"Hong Yang is furious!"

"When he gets angry, someone always dies..."

"That slap just now was just luck. This time he won't be so lucky..."

The stands erupted again.

Everyone was stunned when Hong Yang was slapped, but now seeing him fully enraged, they grew excited again.

Whoosh!

The palm force reached Zhang Xuan, like a stamp of reversal that could pierce heaven and earth.

As expected of a Hundred-Time Champion, his combat power was not to be underestimated.

Facing the pressure, Zhang Xuan retreated again, twisted his body to avoid the strongest force, reached out, and slapped him again.

The same movement, the same move as before.

"Using the same move on me twice? Dream on..."

Seeing the same move again, Hong Yang gritted his teeth in anger and met it with his palm.

Just as his palm was about to clash with the opponent's, he saw the young man smile again, a sinister, charming smile.

This time, it was even more radiant than before.

His vision went black again, dizziness returned, and his outstretched palm froze in midair.

Smack!

Another burning pain on his face, and his body involuntarily spun twice.

"Ah..."

Coming to his senses, Hong Yang tore at his hair.

With a roar, he charged again, but halfway there, he heard the young man's helpless voice once more: "I told you, I can't hold on any longer. I can't fight you. Let's call it off... You just won't listen! I really don't want to fight... I'm really no match for you!"

"No match? Don't want to fight?"

Touching the two red, swollen palm prints on his face, Hong Yang trembled.

You call this not holding on?

If you could hold on, wouldn't I be beaten to death by you?

Can you not be such a poser?