Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 86, Section 024: Bare-chested Deathmatch

Upon seeing the two sides arguing, the surrounding men immediately restrained the dragon horse that was about to move.

His hands were tied behind his back. He struggled with gritted teeth but could not move. The old wound on his chest and the knife wound on his arm made him grimace in pain.

Tani Taro slumped to the ground. He had already blocked the arrogant pursuit in time; the rest was up to fate.

He turned his head and saw the subdued dragon horse.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, clutched his severed hand, and stood up: "You brat, that arrogant woman is willing to risk your life just to hunt down our gang leader."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of loud banging noises were heard outside. To his astonishment, his men outside the door began to wail in pain.

The red flames stretched the shadows at the doorway. Before anything could be seen, the surrounding fire alarms went off one after another, spraying cold water like a showerhead.

It was as if a Tyrannosaurus Rex had broken into the hotel, rampaging through the corridors, causing the walls to vibrate and the decorations to sway, all of which demonstrated the terrifying brute force it was unleashing.

A figure engulfed in flames flew out of the corridor, howling in agony.

Enraged, his body was engulfed in black and red flames. He grabbed a member of the gang by the neck and lifted him up. When he looked into the room, the crimson-gold lava in his eyes seemed to be flowing with substance. His tall and powerful figure blocked the door completely.

He was engulfed in flames, and no fleshy torso was visible. He resembled a bear engulfed in flames, with muscles reinforced like steel bars. Crimson lava flickered in the cracks of his body, like volcanoes buried in his blood vessels, ready to erupt at any moment.

Ryoma had never seen him so enraged.

The man seemed to be venting all his anger from the past few days here, which made You Donglongma feel particularly sorry for him.

The water pipes overhead poured water onto him, which quickly evaporated into mist, obscuring the man's face.

"Don't come any closer!" Tani Taro shouted. "He's in our hands!"

He was about to draw his sword with his one arm and point it at the dragon horse when he noticed a heat wave approaching. The hot wind blowing in his face made him instinctively roll backward.

Two of his men, unable to react in time, had already turned into blackened embers, their outstretched hands frozen in mid-air, their vital signs fading away in the intensely distorted flames.

The enraged body kept its distance from the moving dragon horse, but the scorching touch still made the dragon horse horse's skin turn red and hot.

I feel like I'm almost fully cooked.

"You Dongjun, are you alright?" The flames blurred the man's face, and even his voice changed.

Feeling the heat coursing through his body, the dragon horse reluctantly responded.

He stood up and looked at Tani Taro.

Are you trying to cover something up?

Tani Taro clutched his severed hand and collapsed to the ground, shifting his body backward until he hit the wall.

"I...I said..." His voice sounded somewhat helpless.

“We were also instructed to destroy the Burning Mountain Hall and you.” His face was somewhat pale. “My elder brother has found a new backer. The other party is a huge new group with all kinds of cutting-edge technologies and countless talented people under its command, including powerful left-wing aliens.”

You Donglongma and Bao Nu exchanged a glance, clearly having found the right direction.

"Who is directing you?"

Gu Taro sat on the ground, looked up at the two men, and hesitated for a moment. But when he saw the two charred corpses behind him, he couldn't help but swallow.

"Speak!" he demanded in a fit of rage.

"Yes--"

The words had barely left his lips when the wall was suddenly pierced through, and a claw emerged from the hole, wrapping around his neck and digging into his throat. As it pried, Tani's terrified face contorted, but due to his severed trachea, he could only gurgle.

Before the dragon horse could react, it turned pale with fright at the sight.

The murderer behind the wall kept fiddling with his fingers, digging them deep into the flesh.

Instantly, Tani Taro activated his Otherworldly form, his skin turning a ghastly gray, his bewitching eyes widening and bloodshot. His sharp claws gripped the hand tightly, but he couldn't budge it at all, and could only let the other's immense strength slowly break his neck.

In the end, he could no longer kick his legs, and his head tilted to one side until it was nearly ninety degrees before he completely lost his life.

Enraged, he turned sideways and roared, using his shoulder as a point of impact, like a tank accelerating and crashing directly into the wall.

Instantly, the shattered wall collapsed like a block of tofu. The enraged Iron Mountain Lean slammed into the wall, and the figure behind it, unable to dodge in time, was hit along with the collapsing wall and rolled away.

As the dragon horse looked at the exposed electrical wires and walls, with faint flames flickering at the edges of the opening, it felt a chill run down its spine under the immense power emanating from them.

The wall-mounted TV in the next room shattered into several pieces from the impact. The pushed-over bedside table and the toppled nightlight smashed the glass lampshade, making a crisp sound.

He charged in furiously, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex tearing through the steel bars that blocked his way, striding past.

The dragon horse quickly followed.

Amidst the billowing dust, he finally saw that Fury was battling an unknown dark figure.

The opponent also had a towering physique, and when they fought the enraged warrior, it was like two colossal warriors battling it out.

The hammering was accompanied by loud thuds and punches colliding, as if both sides had inexhaustible power to release. Ryoma watched as the disadvantaged figure turned around, grabbed the entire bed, tightened it, and then swung it over as a weapon, making Ryoma's heart pound wildly.

With a quick run-up and a powerful stride, the scorching hot fist, like a shooting star, instantly set the bed ablaze, shattering the mattress and pulling out the white wadding and springs. However, the mattress absorbed most of the force of the furious punch.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the dark figure roared and unleashed a barrage of attacks.

The shadowy arms were like a six-armed giant swinging its arms, punching one after another—slam dunks, jabs, and straight punches. In the blink of an eye, the rage surged from its head to its lower body, and it had already taken several punches in a row. The flames on its body had also been mostly extinguished by the punch shield.

Even with its enraged body seemingly cast in bronze and iron, it was dented and deformed under the opponent's monstrous strength.

The twisted flames blurred the man's face; his rage was like that of a furious Vajra. He simply gripped the mattress with his fist and lifted it up, the burning mattress like a flaming brick, and slammed it down hard on the shadowy figure.

The shadowy figure, having exhausted his strength with a punch, was caught off guard and swept away. He staggered a few steps and crashed into the wall, causing the mural to shake violently.

The flames on the furious creature's body flared up, as if its opponent had also been ignited. The black, gelatinous substance obscured its shape, and its eyes turned crimson during the fight.

The other party also began to become ferocious, but was grabbed by the head with a furious palm, the top of the skull was pressed down and the back of the head was slammed against the wall. With a series of thuds, the skull made a thud, like a cracked egg, and pus instantly oozed out.

The other party then stopped struggling, its dark brown body sliding down the wall and sitting on the ground like a winnowing basket, clearly lifeless.

At this moment, the rage was palpable, his body radiating a bloodthirsty aura, and his slight breathing sounded like the low growl of a wild beast.

Seeing this, Longma felt a little uneasy.

“There is a threat.” The furious man turned to look at him, the flames in his eyes dimming slightly, and slowly said:

"Stay away from me, I don't have long to live."

(End of this chapter)