Chapter 455 - Furious Battle

"I won't let you take my life!"

Xiao Luo twisted his body like a cat and dodged the attack. His eyes began to turn cold as he positioned both of his hands in preparation to receive the attack.

Yang Yuanzhong's violent and aggressive attack pattern began to increase in tempo. The fire palm that he executed created a burning scent in the air, like the aftermath of a firestorm.

His attack was simply too fast, like the force of a gale!

It was as if there was a hurricane within the hall, twirling and roaring like a raging beast.

Su Li gradually widened her eyes and opened her mouth in astonishment. The two figures looked as if they were entangled together despite being four to five meters away. Even then, she could still feel the intense exchange of power between both of them.

Just who in the world was this guy called Xiao Luo?

And just who the hell was Yang Yuanzhong? No one could probably experience this sort of scene even with all the computer-generated graphics used to produce a martial arts film.

She was utterly shocked. Everything that she witnessed today wiped away her understanding and knowledge of what was logical. It was hard to believe that martial arts masters actually existed in this world.

The two black-shirted men suddenly realized that something did not seem right. They exchanged glances with one another and then tried to go for Su Li. They couldn't take any risks, and only by holding this woman hostage would they be guaranteed a chance of victory.

Their pale hands were like the claws of a ghost, and in the ongoing confusion, they went straight for Su Li's neck!

"Trying to harm her, you guys better not even think about it!"

Xiao Luo scowled coldly as he pulled away from Yang Yuanzhong, turned around, and went to confront the two men. He then charged toward the men like a runaway train and displayed his terrifying power.

One of the men received a direct kick that smashed his ribcage. An immense amount of force was delivered, crushing all the bones in his body and causing him to double over in excruciating pain. It was as if he had been shot by a shotgun. The black-shirted man lost a lot of blood, and his life was about to end here. Xiao Luo then slammed into the other man and sent them both flying through the air, before crashing hard onto the floor.

It was over in a matter of seconds, and the entire sequence of actions appeared like a single move, as Xiao Luo charged forward and tore into the two men like a ferocious tiger.

One of the men could sense the danger that was approaching him, and without thinking at all, he steadied himself by slamming his palm onto the floor. Like a spider, he made use of his arms and legs, spun around, and backed off immediately, slamming his feet into the ground after shuffling four to five steps away. He managed to maintain his balance before pulling out the moon-shaped scimitar from the front of his waist.

SHING~

The black-shirted man drew his scimitar as quick as lightning, and as the well-honed blade sliced through the air, it emitted a cold aura accompanied by a sharp metallic ring.

Xiao Luo could still clearly remember the Wild Wolf Mountain Racing team member, who died in the hands of these two assassins that night. He was cut in half with just one stroke, which was more than enough to prove that this sword was a deadly weapon. Xiao Luo's body has been altered by the system's skills, and although most blades that his regular foes used could barely injure him, this particular adversary did not fit into the same category as a "regular" foe.

Quickly shifting his body to one side, he managed to evade the deadly stroke of the moon-shaped scimitar. Instantly, he slid his palm along the back of the sword like a snake and moved closer and closer towards the black-shirted man's chest.

The black-shirted man's eyes widened as he alarmingly saw the terrifying palm closing in on his chest. In a panic, his scalp felt a numbing sensation even as he stumbled back to avoid being hit.

"You little bastard, I'll take your life!"

Suddenly, Yang Yuanzhong roared. He shaped his palms in a circular motion drawing forth his power and rushed toward Xiao Luo in a fierce attack.

Yang Yuanzhong's action caused a slight lag in Xiao Luo's movements, and the black-shirted man managed to retreat from his fatal attack, avoiding serious injury. Instantly, Xiao Luo turned around. Without avoiding the oncoming blow, he counterattacked instead with his dragon palm that crackled audibly with energy.

The clash between the fire palm and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm!

BOOM!

It was no less terrifying than a clash between a power that could break a mountain and a raging tsunami. The sheer amount of energy expended caused the floor beneath their feet to crack. The tremendous flow of inner force surged through the entire hall, causing it to shake like an earthquake was occurring that very second.

"T-this…this…"

In fright and absolutely shocked by what she was seeing, Su Li took a step back, and then another step until she finally withdrew all the way back into a corner. This tremendous display of raw power that was happening right in front of her eyes had completely overwhelmed her, numbing her scalp, and made her tremble in fear. Her heart started to thump rapidly, and had she not witnessed this in person, she would not have believed that martial artists such as these two still existed in this world. And to think her nominal husband was actually one of them made it even more unbelievable.

BOOM!

Yet another exchange between Xiao Luo and Yang Yuanzhong, which saw them both stagger back. Xiao Luo stopped after two or three steps, while Yang Yuanzhong flew backward like a cannonball towards his wife's memorial tablet that was already smashed into pieces. The memorial tablet was broken entirely, sawdust and ashes were strewn all over the ground, and it was a mess.

A burning sensation rushed up to his head, and as Xiao Luo looked down, he saw that his right hand that he had used to meet Yang Yuanzhong's fire palm earlier been turned black. The skin on his palm was singed and reeked of the acrid smell of burnt flesh. Xiao Luo could feel his organs churning as the energy from his opponent's strike penetrated deep, and there were signs that he was starting to lose control of his body. Xiao Luo furrowed his eyebrows and knew that this was all due to Yang Yuanzhong's fire palm.

"Urgh…"

A growl could be heard as Yang Yuangzhong emerged from the debris and ash-covered floor. His entire body was coated in ashes, and blood could be seen dripping from the corner of his mouth. He looked somewhat mentally unstable as he continued to grind his bloody front teeth. Like a ferocious wild beast, he glared angrily as he approached Xiao Luo. His fire palm, like angry waves about to hit the shore, aimed for Xiao Luo's chest.

An overpowering intent to kill surged from deep within Xiao Luo's body. His eyes turned blood-red, and his wrath was about to be released.

"Old man!"

Xiao Luo roared ominously as he thrust his iron fist like a thunder strike, smashing right into Yang Yuanzhong's fire palm.

BAM!

The immense force generated from the impact engulfed both fighters in a fiery sphere of heat and energy.

"Oomph!"

Blood started spurting out from Yang Yuanzhong's mouth as his body quivered. Instantly, he was thrown back forcefully, knocking a large hole in the wall behind him. When the dust settled, Xiao Luo realized there was another room hidden behind that wall. Within it, bricks were scattered all over the place and covered in fine dust.

As Xiao Luo took a deep, heavy breath as the anger gradually subsided, and his blood-red eyes returned a familiar hue. He had lost his mind momentarily and could not control himself. It was as if another spirit was living inside his body, and it was bloodthirsty, cruel, and took hold of his mind.

Was that his true nature?

Xiao Luo lost some focus…

Suddenly, the black-shirted man saw the opportunity to take advantage of the moment and dashed forward. But the aura emitting from Xiao Luo's body affected him, and he could only attempt to strike with his sword even though he wasn't within the proper range.

WHOOSH~

The stroke cut open a deep wound on Xiao Luo's back, and blood splattered copiously, soaking his shirt.

The rage that he managed to gradually suppress began to erupt again like that of a volcano. Xiao Luo's eyes turned blood-red again, and he immediately reacted by striking out with his palm.

Hiya!

Xiao Lo roared as his palm struck like a thunderstorm directly on his assailant.

BOOM!

The black-shirted assassin sailed in the air like a broken kite in a storm and spat out a mouthful of blood, just like Yang Yuanzhong did.

With a cold expression on his face, Xiao Luo rushed forward like a beast and caught up to the assailant while he was still mid-air. Pivoting on his left foot as an axis, he swiveled his body even as his right foot smashed into the assailant's chest like a massive iron rod.

The black-shirted assassin died instantly before his dead body flew from the hall like a cannonball before he even landed. A great splash could be heard when it fell into the man-made lake in front of the mansion.