Bang!
Iron Armor staggered back from the kick, his head buzzing.
He shook his head twice sharply, his eyes becoming fiercer, like an enraged beast.
Phase Kill landed steadily at this mont, his gaze stern, breathing steady, as if the fierce confrontation just now was just a warm-up.
"Kill!"
Before the word was finished, Iron Armor suddenly burst forth, his body like an out-of-control war chariot charging towards Phase Kill.
The arena trembled beneath his feet.
Phase Kill's eyes narrowed, his body slightly lowered, ready to et Iron Armor's impact.
Their figures clashed again, the sound of fists and feet colliding echoed like thunder across the arena.
The cheers and shouts of the audience rose and fell, the entire venue boiling over this peak showdown.
Phase Kill's offensive gradually accelerated during this process, like a storm, so fast it was dazzling.
Every punch, every kick was precise, as if honed through countless trials.
anwhile, Iron Armor was like a moving mountain, withstanding Phase Kill's attacks with his great strength and tough defense, constantly seeking counterattack opportunities.
The battle entered a white-hot stage, the body technique battle of the two combat masters showcasing the ultimate in strength and speed.
The audience held their breath, afraid to miss any spectacular mont.
Bang!
Several minutes later, with a muffled noise, the blood-soaked Iron Armor crashed to the ground.
The outco of this duel was decided, and the strongest of the new generation in Blood Kill City was born.
The bell marking the end of the duel echoed above the arena, Phase Kill stood in the center of the stage, slightly panting.
His fists were still tightly clenched, knuckles slightly pale from exertion, yet the stern look in his eyes was not diminished in the slightest.
The cheers from the audience poured in like a tidal wave, but he seed to be in another world, hearing only his own heavy breathing.
Without lingering, he turned and walked off the arena, through the long corridor, back to the resting room.
The door closed gently behind him, the clamor from outside instantly cut off, leaving only silence and darkness in the room.
After a short pause, he walked into the bathroom.
Turning on the faucet, cold water instantly poured down from above, washing away the sweat and blood from his body.
The water flowed down his shoulders, chest, and waist, taking away so of the fatigue.
It also eased his tense emotions.
Closing his eyes, allowing the water to beat against his face, he felt every inch of his skin gradually relax.
"Won."
He murmured to himself, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
This victory was not easy, Iron Armor's strength and tenacity far exceeded his expectations.
Each collision of fists and feet, each dodge and counterattack, replayed in his mind.
The water gradually beca warm, steam spreading in the bathroom, blurring the reflection in the mirror.
Raising his hand, wiping away the water droplets on his face, he looked at his rugged body covered with scars in the mirror.
His gaze finally fell on his calloused and scarred hands, each one a testant to countless training and battles.
Lightly clenching his fist, feeling the strength from his fingertips, an indescribable sense of satisfaction arose within him.
"Not enough."
He muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the empty bathroom.
Although he won this battle, he knew his goals were far beyond this.
A true warrior never stops at the victory before them.
After finishing washing, Phase Kill turned off the faucet, picked up a towel beside him, casually wiping his body.
Then he changed into a clean set of clothes, returned to his room, stood by the window, and opened it.
The night breeze brushed his face, bringing a slight chill.
He looked up at the night sky, stars scattered, distant tall buildings ablaze with lights, the bustle continued, but at this mont, he felt an unprecedented peace.
Every ti a thrilling battle ended, it brought him unparalleled joy.
This was a fighting instinct that grew stronger as he aged.
He still rembered as a child, he naively asked his teacher why the Giant Python Clan didn't pursue modern technology, always wasting ti on aningless battles.
He pointed out that no matter how strong the Giant Python Clan's fighting skills were, they couldn't withstand the Moon Eclipse Clan's technological weapons, so what's the use of training.
Facing the question, the teacher was silent for a long ti, then said seriously:
"Phase Kill, do you know why the Giant Python Clan is born warriors?"
He rembered that the teacher didn't wait for his answer but continued on his own:
"Fighting, for us, is not just entertainnt or glory, it is an inherent aning that exists in us."
"The ancestors of the Giant Python Clan once lived on desolate lands, where there were no abundant fruits, no mild climate, only endless wilderness and fierce beasts. Our ancestors did not choose to escape, they used their fists and willpower to carve a path to survival from that land. Fighting is etched in our bones."
"In battle, we feel pain, fear, but it also brings us an enhancent of strength."
"The warriors of the Giant Python Clan do not fight for slaughter but to understand the aning of life, because we always believe that life is not a comfortable journey, but a constant practice of self-improvent... the Earth environnt is too comfortable, but we have not forgotten our instincts, arenas are built because only in battle can we truly see ourselves."
The teacher's words were like a bolt of lightning, cleaving through the fog in his heart.
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