Another attacker ca from the side.
Ye Chen shifted slightly, letting the attack miss him by inches. His elbow drove backwards into the man’s ribs, folding him instantly.
Without pause, Ye Chen raised his leg and brought it down in a clean axe kick.
The man collapsed face-first onto the floor.
The sounds of fighting began to wake the surrounding inmates.
So sat up.
Others moved closer to their bars, watching silently.
No one spoke. They just watched.
Ye Chen stepped forward again, his movents steady and controlled.
Another attacker charged at him.
Ye Chen caught him by the collar, lifted him slightly, and slamd him hard onto the ground. The impact echoed sharply.
He didn’t stop. Every movent flowed into the next.
Without hesitation. No wasted effort.
"Is this all?" Ye Chen said, glancing at them.
His tone carried a hint of boredom.
"I thought you’d bring sothing better."
One of the n hesitated, then rushed forward with a shout.
Ye Chen moved faster.
A straight punch, and the man’s head snapped back.
Before he could fall, Ye Chen grabbed him and threw him sideways into another attacker, knocking both of them down.
Within monts, several bodies lay scattered across the corridor.
Groaning.
Heavy breathing.
And silence from those watching.
At the centre of it, Ye Chen stood uninjured.
His expression was calm. He rolled his shoulder slightly, then lifted his gaze.
His eyes settled on Du Wuchen.
"You sent them, right?" he asked.
There was no anger in his voice. Just certainty.
Du Wuchen stepped forward without a word.
The corridor had already turned into a ss of fallen bodies, but neither of them paid attention to it anymore. The distance between them closed slowly, both watching each other with the sa quiet focus.
Ye Chen shifted his stance slightly, his weight settling evenly.
Du Wuchen moved first.
A straight step in—fast and direct.
His fist drove toward Ye Chen’s chest without any warning.
Ye Chen didn’t retreat.
He raised his arm, blocking the strike at the forearm. The impact was heavy, the force traveling through his body, but he held his ground.
At the sa ti, his other hand shot forward, aiming for Du Wuchen’s throat.
Du Wuchen tilted his head, the strike brushing past his neck. His knee ca up instantly, driving toward Ye Chen’s abdon.
Ye Chen twisted his body sideways, avoiding the full impact, but still took part of the force. His elbow dropped sharply, crashing down toward Du Wuchen’s shoulder.
The two separated by half a step.
Then closed in again.
Their movents were fast.
Fist t fist.
Kick t block.
Every strike was precise, trying to break each other’s defense.
The iron bars beside them trembled as Ye Chen’s back brushed against them. He pushed off instantly, driving forward with a shoulder strike that forced Du Wuchen back a step.
Du Wuchen’s hand shot out, grabbing Ye Chen’s collar, pulling him in instead of letting him retreat. His head snapped forward.
*Thud.*
A clean headbutt.
Ye Chen’s vision blurred for a split second, but his response ca imdiately. His hand gripped Du Wuchen’s wrist, twisting it sharply while his leg swept low.
Du Wuchen’s balance broke for a mont.
Ye Chen drove forward, slamming him into the iron bars.
The tal rang loudly.
Before Du Wuchen could stabilise, Ye Chen grabbed his shoulder and threw him sideways.
Du Wuchen’s body hit the bars again, this ti bending one of the rods slightly out of shape.
The sound echoed through the corridor.
Inmates pressed closer to their cells, watching without blinking.
Du Wuchen straightened slowly, his breathing steady.
Then he moved again.
This ti, he was even faster.
His kick ca sweeping toward Ye Chen’s legs. Ye Chen jumped back, but Du Wuchen followed imdiately, closing the distance and driving a punch straight toward his face.
Ye Chen blocked it with his forearm, but the force pushed him back into the cell.
The narrow space didn’t slow them down.
If anything, it made every movent more dangerous.
Du Wuchen grabbed the steel fra of a bed and yanked it forward, smashing it toward Ye Chen.
Ye Chen raised both arms, blocking the impact. The fra crashed against him with a loud clang.
Before Du Wuchen could follow up, Ye Chen kicked the fra back, forcing space between them.
His hand reached down, grabbing the edge of a tal washbasin lying on the floor.
Without hesitation, he swung it.
Du Wuchen raised his arm to block, but the force still drove him back half a step.
The basin dented slightly from the impact.
Du Wuchen dropped his guard for a split second.
That was enough.
Ye Chen stepped in and drove his fist into Du Wuchen’s ribs.
A dull sound followed.
Du Wuchen’s body shifted, but he didn’t step back. Instead, his hand shot out, grabbing Ye Chen’s shoulder and pulling him down. His knee ca up sharply.
Ye Chen caught it mid-motion, forcing it aside, but Du Wuchen used the montum to twist his body and throw Ye Chen sideways.
Ye Chen crashed into the bars, the tal bending further under the impact.
With a final push, the bars gave way.
Both of them fell through. They hit the ground almost at the sa ti. The impact echoed loudly through the hall.
Neither stayed down. They rose again.
This ti, both of them reached for weapons.
Du Wuchen pulled out a dagger, its blade catching the dim light.
Ye Chen’s gaze flicked briefly toward one of the fallen n.
He stepped forward, grabbed the dagger from the man’s hand, and turned back.
Now, this flesh to flesh has beco deadlier as the steel ets steel.
The clashes were sharper and faster.
One mistake could very well be the end. Du Wuchen’s blade cut through the air, aiming for Ye Chen’s side.
Ye Chen blocked with his dagger, the two blades scraping against each other with a harsh sound. He twisted his wrist, redirecting the strike and countering with a thrust toward Du Wuchen’s abdon.
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