Hold on for ten minutes?
That was what Muto himself said.
Yes, Xiaofan's Inner Strength is nearly depleted. But it's definitely not just ten minutes as Muto suggested.
With over sixty years of solid Inner Strength supporting him, the reason Xiaofan made it this far is certainly not just luck.
Who would reveal their final killer move before the last mont?
Just like earlier, Xiaofan deliberately feigned helplessness, enticing Muto to pursue aggressively, and thus in the mont of receiving Muto's palm, he managed to seal Muto's right hand with the needle.
The opportunity presented itself just once, and only soone as daring and strategic as Xiaofan would dare to make such a bold move in a crisis like this and succeed.
As long as Muto's right hand is sealed, and before he realizes it, using the Sobbing Palm could definitely kill him.
Who would have known soone blind would run into the fire at such a crucial mont?
At this mont, it was one-on-one, Xiaofan against Muto. Can Xiaofan muster enough strength to unleash the Nine Sobbing Palms one more ti?
"What a heartless person, abandoning your junior brother at the last mont." Xiaofan looked at the now breathless corpse and sneered disdainfully.
"A wise man adapts to circumstances. I knew going over would entangle with your Nine Sobbing Palms, why would I go to my death? If I die, then it's death, if he dies it's also death. My strength is greater, so he died in my place, proving his death was valuable."
"Hmm, that's so reasoning, but it's the first ti I've heard soone harm their junior brother and still speak so grandly…"
"You…"
"Hmph." Xiaofan snorted coldly, casting a disdainful glance at Muto.
"You punk, now it's just the two of us. I suppose your Inner Strength is fully exhausted after using the Nine Sobbing Palms, don't pretend anymore, you can barely stand. Just accept your fate."
"What, are you scared?" Xiaofan's lips curled into a smirk, and he looked at Muto with a cold smile.
Faced with Xiaofan's question, Muto was at a loss for words. Indeed, he was fearful, afraid that Ye Xiaofan might still have the strength to unleash the Nine Sobbing Palms once more.
Logically, the required Inner Strength to activate the Nine Sobbing Palms is imnse. Considering the prolonged battle and energy expended to detoxify himself and that woman, surely even the strongest Inner Strength would be depleted by now.
But Muto thought the sa monts ago, yet the Nine Sobbing Palms were indeed executed right in front of him. Who knows what other moves this guy has up his sleeve?
But now, there's no one to help him. His three junior brothers have successively fallen to his hands. Those subordinates are all too scared of his killer move to dare approach.
Hmm, the army… There's still the army on the island.
But the island's army is not directly under his command. In this situation, unless soone brings the army, they're likely focusing on putting out the fires first.
So, it's up to him to deal with Ye Xiaofan.
'Boom.'
Suddenly, a loud bang echoed inside the base.
This blast was unlike the previous explosions, a multitude of sparks shot up, straight into the sky.
Simultaneously, the entire island shook, trembled.
Has it reached that side already?
Xiaofan knew this was the ammunition depot exploding. There are many powerful warheads in that depot, and if they all detonate together, the entire island might be flattened.
So, the ti left for Xiaofan is running out.
The wind has risen…
After the calm, a strong wind indeed arrived, mixed with water droplets falling on Xiaofan, awakening so senses to his exhausted body.
Oh, how he longed for a hot soak in a warm and cozy bathtub.
It had been a while since he tasted the food cooked by the old squad leader. He longed to have it again.
There were still so many things he wanted to do. If only he could survive.
The rain fell harder and the explosions grew more frequent.
People on the island began to panic and flee.
The sound of gunfire reached them, likely from officers shooting to warn soldiers trying to escape.
Muto and Xiaofan, as if oblivious to all this, locked eyes intensely.
Neither had the confidence to secure a win; neither dared to say they wouldn't be killed in the next mont.
Glancing at Leng Yue who hid at a distance, Muto smirked to himself.
Even though he ca to the island with dozens of n, now they are either dead or fled. He faced Ye Xiaofan alone.
And Ye Xiaofan? He brought just one woman to the island, and regardless of the life-and-death battles, that woman stayed by his side, unwavering.
To Muto, this was a huge irony.
'Step step step step…'
'Step step step step…'
Both n knew ti was short. They had to end the fight quickly, or they'd be consud by the island's bombing.
Forget about a peaceful resolution, going their separate ways.
They had reached a point where it was kill or be killed, and even in death, they couldn't let the other go.
At least, Muto thought so.
If he couldn't kill Ye Xiaofan here today, even if he returned to Japan, after explaining everything, he'd have to commit seppuku.
Both n fought in the mud soaked by rain, battling amidst the fierce storm.
"Hahaha, you really have no Inner Strength left."
As soon as they clashed, Muto sensed Xiaofan's weak and powerless punches. No matter how Xiaofan tried to disguise it, he couldn't fake a strong front.
Just as Muto's confidence surged, Xiaofan took out a Willow Silk Needle and waved it in front of Muto's eyes.
Seeing it about to pierce into his eye, Muto hurriedly retreated in fright.
This guy is adept at sealing the human body's ridians. Who knows if he still can unleash the Nine Sobbing Palms…
Seeing Muto retreat, Xiaofan naturally pursued with quick steps for a strong attack.
However, with his speed greatly reduced, he couldn't chain his moves effectively, failing to suppress Muto.
Originally, Muto's Inner Strength was profound, and just now he was rely frightened.
Seeing his limp wrist, Muto steadied himself and reached to grab Xiaofan's wrist.
Once Muto caught his vital pulse, Xiaofan wouldn't be able to escape. Only death awaited.
Before his fingers turned, Xiaofan lightly flicked the Willow Silk Needle towards Muto's eye. It turned out that when Xiaofan tossed the toothpick, Muto didn't see his technique; it was flicked out with a finger. Could such a gentle flick really have that much power?
When the eye is threatened, normal people would instinctively dodge.
But Muto didn't back away, rely shifted slightly to the left.
"Heh…"
Xiaofan smiled a cunning smile.
He stepped forward, bent over…
Seeing Xiaofan's action, Muto was shocked; isn't this the opening move for the Nine Sobbing Palms? Impossible, how does he still have the Inner Strength to perform this move?
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