The massive body of the Tank finally revealed its shortcomings.
His wide, sweeping attacks could easily destroy mid-range enemies, but when faced with such close-quarter combat, his bulky limbs beca a burden, making his movents inevitably stiff.
The Tank never expected that Su Mo would grasp his flaws so accurately.
The Tank tried to distance himself from Su Mo, but was tightly entangled, unable to break free.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sound of fists hitting the body echoed unceasingly, with the Tank's tough skin faintly unable to withstand Su Mo's violent blows, cracking with streaks of blood.
"Co on! Co on, man!" The spectacular fight ignited the crowd's enthusiasm, and everyone was imrsed in it, even those who initially underestimated Su Mo were now cheering for him.
"Roar!" With a roar, the Tank stubbornly bore the hit from his side ribs, and the Great Ape King Battle Arm with a diater of over half a ter wildly swept around his body at 360 degrees.
This unreasonable fighting style successfully forced Su Mo back.
The Tank finally created distance and once again took the offensive, with his speed sharply rising under the augntation of the prosthetic. His fists rained down on Su Mo, each punch causing an explosive burst in the air.
No skill, no technique, just pure and extre power.
Even if these heavy punches brushed against Su Mo's body, they would tear off a layer of skin, and if slightly hit, even with the Mad Corpse Blood Code-enhanced bones, they could hardly bear the imnse pressure.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
Under this offensive, Su Mo was badly battered, coupled with severe physical exhaustion, and mistakes in movent were inevitable.
While dodging a heavy punch, he accidentally stepped on a sunken soil pit, causing his body to stagger and fall to the ground.
Among the spectators, whether those who understood combat or those who didn't, upon seeing this scene, all had the sa thought—he lost.
"Boom!" The Tank's heavy punch connected with Su Mo, slamming him hard into the ground.
The Tank did not relent, charging to continue pounding, each punch carrying a heavy thud, causing Su Mo to spit fresh blood.
After a dozen punches, the Tank raised the Great Ape King Battle Arm, the skin at the elbow end burst open, and the propulsion engine popped out, spewing flas nearly a ter long.
"Boom—" An unprecedented heavy punch attacked Su Mo, and under the engine's augntation, the power of this punch was imasurable, hitting the body would not just be a matter of bone fracture.
The crowd was stunned.
Still not surrendering?!
Suddenly, Su Mo opened his eyes, which were glued shut from blood, with only battle intent and madness remaining.
Facing the Tank's finishing punch, Su Mo didn't dodge at all, instead of turning to counter with an uppercut from bottom to top.
So street-fighting veterans could see that this was to trade injury for injury, forcing the Tank to withdraw his attack.
But they didn't understand that Su Mo's arm span was shorter than the Tank's, his hands fell significantly short, it was impossible to hit the opponent first, this move was aningless.
Moreover, even if each landed a punch on the other, the one to suffer would surely be the weaker Su Mo.
The Tank also couldn't understand what Su Mo was thinking, battle intent driving him not to retreat or dodge, gathering all strength at the fist's edge, pressing down with a punch.
At the mont when both chose to face-off directly, an anomaly occurred.
"Sizzle!" Sharp bone spikes suddenly grew from Su Mo's fist edge, and in an instant, their length along with his arm exceeded the Tank's arm span, following the montum of the uppercut to pierce his throat.
Ti seed to freeze at this mont, even the battle-driven Tank showed a look of shock.
"Stop!!!" Haywood yelled almost at the pitch of a rooster's cry.
Before Haywood cried out, the Tank and Su Mo had already assessed the situation.
The Tank stopped his heavy punch, and Su Mo also halted his thrust, both kill moves stopped at a point perilously close to each other's critical area.
Haywood watched the two withdraw their moves and wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead, saying in a deep voice: "It's okay, it's a draw, let's leave it at that, fighting further becos pointless."
The audience was still lost in the intense battle, unable to extricate themselves for a while before coming back to their senses, one after another bursting into applause:
"Exciting! Really exciting! This is way more thrilling than a movie!"
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"With your skill, you're like a champion brawler in the underground ring!"
"Great job, buddy! Tank, you too are aweso! Please look after us more in the future!"
Haywood began pushing these boisterous ones out of the courtyard: "You've seen the excitent, now disperse, let the two warriors recover on their own."
Everyone left, arm in arm, discussing the fight, reluctantly walking away.
The Tank and Su Mo sat on a nearby stone stool to rest, and Haywood brought them wet towels and bottled water: "Wipe off and drink so water."
Su Mo exhaled a breath of turbid air, wiped off the embarrassing bloodstains on his face, and drank large gulps of water.
The Tank's modified palm was many tis larger than an ordinary person's, the mineral water bottle seed like a pencil in his hand, he could only grip it with his index finger and thumb to drink.
After finishing the water, Su Mo suddenly spoke: "I lost."
The Tank responded in a muffled voice: "Yes, you lost."
He finished speaking, and flicked his finger against his neck.
"Clang." Besides the sound from the skin, there was a faint tallic ring.
It was the active alloy implanted beneath the skin, usually flexible and not affecting activities, it hardens upon impact, a very covert defensive prosthetic, perfectly guarding the Tank's neck.
If the fight had been a true life-and-death struggle, both killing moves landing on each other, Su Mo would have completely lost mobility.
While the Tank would rely suffer a scrape, easily warding off bone spikes with the active alloy.
The Tank finished his water, raised his large fist toward Su Mo: "But you're very strong."
Su Mo smiled a little and bumped fists with him.
Though he lost this ti, losing to a formidable opponent like the Tank is not shaful.
Moreover, this wasn't a duel, just a spar.
Victory or defeat wasn't important; what mattered was honing the blood code through battle.
Su Mo closed his eyes, quietly feeling the strength of the blood code within him.
Reality isn't like a ga, without a level panel, unable to visually see the blood code tier.
However, each minor tier improvent in the blood code brings a significant change in power, detectable by the carrier.
At this mont, Su Mo felt the blood code strength inside him was not much different from before the battle, indicating no tier improvent.
But he could faintly perceive that so power was accumulating within him, as if sothing deep in the cells was about to burst forth.
Evidently, after this high-intensity combat comparable to real battles, both his Crimson Rose Blood Code and Mad Corpse Blood Code received significant training, reaching the "Middle Tier of Awakening" should be imminent.
While Su Mo was resting, a phone call ca in.
He saw the number and showed a slight emotion, hurriedly answering: "Hello, Lady Countess."
Audiana's voice ca from the phone: "Young man, I've got a job, the location is in the Northern Industrial Developnt Zone, complete it and I'll give you a bottle of 'Blood Circulation Factor,' are you interested?"
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