Martial artists can never be ultimately insulted

"It's like self-eating."

Yuan Chen explained, "My life energy is being consumed at an alarming rate. Perhaps in seven or eight... no, at most five minutes, I will definitely lose my life as my organic components reach zero."

Although he said that, Yuan Chen did not show any worry on his face.

After hearing Yuan Chen's words and sensing the strange aura emanating from Yuan Chen, Sagat roughly understood what life energy was.

Thinking this, Sagat said after a brief moment of thought, "That dark red blood aura that was emanating from you just now... was it mine?"

"Correct answer!"

Yuan Chen nodded, his eyes filled with madness: "When you struck my heart again, I abandoned all retaliation, concentrating all my senses on this power originating from my soul and body! Using that wave of killing intent as a trigger—"

"And then, it became the core of life!!"

Upon hearing this, Sagat nodded and said, "I can feel that you are like a lump of coal... no, I should say a match? Burning yourself at an astonishing rate."

"Ah, the reason you lost is that your punch didn't smash my skull!"

Sagat simply shook his head: "The reason for the defeat? The battle is only just beginning, isn't it?"

"Ah! You're right! You're right, the battle has only just begun!!!"

Looking at Yuan Chen, who was unusually excited and seemed to be on drugs, Sagat narrowed his eyes slightly.

Regardless of Yuan Chen's current mental state, one thing is certain: Sagat is right.

That is, accompanied by the explosive awakening of this ability, which he calls 'life energy,' and the continuous burning of life, if Sagat was the ** before, then Yuan Chen was the match.

So now, Yuan Chen is still a match, but he's been splashed with gasoline.

The fire intensifies, and may go out in the next moment. But before it goes out, there is no doubt that it will burst into the most intense flames!

However... in a fight between fighters, the final victory is not determined by sheer strength.

Without creating an absolute gap, this mental breakdown...

Just as he was thinking, Yuan Chen suddenly calmed down in Sagat's sight, then patted his head helplessly, and looked at Sagat and said:

"Sorry, this is the first time I've entered such an overactive state of life energy. My nerves are a bit too active, and my brain is about to break down."

Seeing Yuan Chen suddenly regain his composure and calmness, Sagat's heart sank.

Yuan Chen shook his head indifferently.

Life energy has a certain degree of addictiveness—but this addiction is not a chemical dependence, but a psychological dependence that arises after a person experiences this feeling of being fully alive.

For this reason, in the first two years after arriving in this world, Yuan Chen himself always sold but never touched anything.

After thinking for a moment, Yuan Chen nodded and said, "Two minutes left... Haha, time is running out."

As the conversation continued, both Sagat and Chun-Li, located at the end of the street, could vaguely see some flashing police lights and hear the siren blaring.

As he spoke, Yuan Chen clenched his fist and said to Sagat:

“I don’t want to give someone else the chance to defeat you, and you don’t want to be taken away by Interpol.”

"So, there's no other choice. Come on... let's annihilate them as quickly as possible!!"

Upon hearing this, Sagat remained silent for a moment, then nodded and said:

"...Just what I wanted."

As he spoke, Sagat lowered his body, and golden energy began to surge from every inch of his skin, turning into a visible gold color, followed by a faint dark red flame.

With his legs slightly bent, the ever-accumulating pressure caused Sagat's feet to sink into the ground, and the cracked cement beneath his feet created a spiderweb-like pattern.

Everything—physical strength, fighting spirit, murderous intent, the pride of being an emperor, all the humiliations and obsessions of the past three years.

Even though it was their first meeting, for some reason, Sagat felt an inexplicable urge to win, sensing Yuan Chen's madness.

Yuan Chen also raised his right hand.

With five fingers pointing upwards, his slender fingers were brought together to form a knife. Violent life energy surged and churned like boiling oil.

The two moved at the same time.

There were no signals, no agreements, just a tacit competition to see who could accumulate the winning blow the fastest.

It's like two gunmen facing a pile of parts; there's no unnecessary process, it's just a simple competition of who can assemble it faster.

Soon, the first person to finish charging up emerged.

Sagat was the first to charge forward.

With the extreme exertion of his power, his figure left a dark red afterimage in the night, each step leaving a deep pit in the concrete.

In the blink of an eye, they covered a distance of more than ten meters and arrived in front of Yuan Chen.

Sagate, once the Muay Thai emperor, was defeated by Rung's Rising Dragon Fist.

So, Sagat practiced repeatedly against the powerful current beneath the deep mountain waterfall. Finally, under extreme resistance, he successfully combined the explosive power and speed of his waist, abdomen, shoulders, back, and fists into a single force. The moment he unleashed it, the explosive force caused the waterfall to flow backward.

Now, with a low stance, a twisted waist and rotating shoulders, all the anger, wildness, obsession, killing intent, and the fire of revenge are poured into the fist.

There were no fancy techniques involved; it was simply a matter of swinging the right arm at the moment of leaping up.

His powerful arm muscles bulged, leaving a scarlet afterimage in the air accompanied by a fierce wind that sounded like a ghost's wail.

Sagat's single eye erupted with blood-red light—Tiger Rising Dragon Strike!!!

As Sagat's fist approached Yuan Chen, Chun Li, Wu Fengshui, and the others instinctively held their breath.

Then, a teeth-grinding cracking sound suddenly rang out.

However, despite feeling the impact on flesh and blood, Sagat's face showed not the slightest bit of excitement.

With a burst of fighting spirit, Yuan Chen's left hand slammed down first, and was instantly shattered the moment it collided with the Fierce Tiger Rising Dragon Break!

His forearm twisted from the middle to one side, the pale bone piercing through the flesh, and blood gushing out. With the transfer of force, Yuan Chen's entire arm was flung backward like a boneless strip of cloth, splattering countless drops of blood.

But what suffocated Sagat was that, despite his left arm being shattered and the force of his Tiger Rising Dragon Strike being deflected, Yuan Chen's face showed not a trace of pain.

It was even filled with a kind of morbid ecstasy.

With his right arm raised high, the surging life energy was compressed to its limit. It was not bright, but it gave people the feeling that the whole world had darkened, leaving only the raised right hand to attract everyone's attention.

"Driven by life energy"

The next moment, Yuan Chen's palm blade slashed down into Sagat's left shoulder, and his collarbone shattered the instant it made contact.

But it didn't stop.

The palm blade continued downwards, slicing through the pectoral muscles and ribs, cutting into the abdomen, diagonally across the chest from the left shoulder, and reaching the right rib, as if it were trying to slice Sagat open diagonally!

"Hellish Funeral Hand Chop!!!"

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With a single strike, a huge scar appeared on Sagat's chest.

The surging life energy rushed in wildly through the cut wound, burning blood vessels and scouring bones. While destroying all the energy flowing in Sagat's body, it also forcibly activated Sagat's nerves, amplifying the original pain several times over in an instant.

Feeling the sudden, excruciating pain that could knock someone unconscious, Sagat's single eye widened abruptly.

It wasn't anger, it wasn't fear—it was shock.

The golden flames that poured into the wound traveled upwards along the bones and blood vessels, piercing through the cervical vertebrae and crashing into the cranial cavity.

The feeling was as if the brain was struck head-on by some kind of energy in that instant.

Neurons instantly lose control under the onslaught of life energy; sight, hearing, touch, pain—all senses seem to be compressed into a white light in the same instant.

Then, accompanied by a strange drowsiness originating from the soul level, Sagat, who originally thought he could still hold on, had his eyes roll upward uncontrollably, and in the instant he fainted, his tall body fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Yuan Chen, WIN! ! !

As the battle ended, the life energy surging around Yuan Chen slowly dissipated. Accompanied by the increasingly close sirens, Yuan Chen exhaled a breath of stale air, then looked behind him and gave Chun Li a thumbs up.

"We won!"

Upon hearing this, Chunli simply stared blankly at Yuan Chen, who clearly didn't care much, or rather, he no longer had the ability to respond. With his life energy severely depleted, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"Ah Chen!!!"

Watching Chunli rush towards Yuan Chen, Wu Fengshui said with some surprise:

"They actually... won?! My God, was that the Liberation Army? Something doesn't feel right. Even the Liberation Army couldn't have achieved that, could they?!"

"..."

Wu Jialuo remained silent in response.

This made Wu Fengshui look at Garuda with some confusion. As her good sister, Wu Fengshui knew very well that Garuda's silence after witnessing such a battle was not in line with her personality.

Standing to the side, Wu Jialouluo remained silent in response to Wu Fengshui's words, only staring blankly at the unconscious Yuan Chen—he had clearly won, but the price he paid and the injuries he suffered were obviously greater than those of Sagat…

Silent, Wu Jialouluo turned his gaze to Wu Fengshui beside him.

I'm in love.

"Huh?" Wu Fengshui was taken aback.

"It's wet."

"Huh?" Wu Fengshui was surprised.

"..." Wu Jialouluo simply turned his gaze back to Yuan Chen, looking at his handsome face and feeling the lingering madness.

A moment later, Wu Jialouluo also took out his phone from his backpack to take pictures, in order to facilitate subsequent portrait collection and intelligence investigation.

Then, Wu Jialouluo turned his gaze back to Yuan Chen. Just by gazing at him quietly, two blushes uncontrollably appeared on his handsome, fair cheeks, and his dark irises were filled with excitement and fervor.

"Rape!"

Seeing Wu Jialouluo's excited appearance, Wu Fengshui scratched his head.

Although as a member of the Wu clan, Wu Fengshui was well aware of Wu Jialouluo's strength and understood the personality of her good sister... or rather, the entire Wu clan.

But there's no way around it. As a sniper specializing in assassination, Wu Fengshui is naturally used to being calm, and it's really hard for him to agree with his family on some things.

For example, right now...

"Rather than love... I get the feeling you just want to beat him up and take him back as your Star Fury Force?" Wu Fengshui felt he couldn't understand.

Looking at the unconscious Yuan Chen from afar, Yuan Ye stroked the short beard on his chin. Especially after confirming that Yuan Chen had not been affected by the killing intent, he unconsciously relaxed a lot.

Ordinary people might not understand, but having once grasped the fluctuations of murderous intent, Yuan knew very well that this was definitely not the right path...

However,

The name Yuan Chen is truly fitting, as it involves burning life energy to unleash such a power burst.

While pondering, Yuan also transformed into a fleeting shadow and sped away into the distance.

Now, Yuan Chen will obviously need some high-quality life energy to replenish himself after waking up. Before waking up, he also needs to stabilize his physical condition... After all, at least at this stage, Yuan Chen obviously cannot regenerate severed limbs.

……

In his hazy dream, Yuan Chen felt his consciousness drifting in nothingness.

Just like being struck in the heart by Sagat for the first time, temperature, color, air, light... everything that people take for granted was reduced to nothingness.

Having already experienced it once in battle, Yuan Chen felt much better this time. In fact, he opened his eyes almost without any hindrance.

then……

"...Where is this?"

Opening his eyes, Yuan Chen was not greeted by the scene of being stuck in the void when he was on the verge of death, but by a ball of light floating in front of him.

Some curious hands reached out, but the ball of light nimbly dodged. Yuan Chen reached out again, and the ball of light dodged once more.

Seeing this, Yuan Chen raised an eyebrow and then pounced on it, grabbing the ball of light with both hands.

It was very soft, but it didn't feel like flesh and blood. Although it had some fabric-like texture, in Yuan Chen's perception, it seemed more like some kind of special energy.

As soon as they grasped it with both hands, the ball of light began to move and struggle nimbly.

Although it looks small, about the size of a rag doll, it was so tight that even Yuan Chen couldn't hold it firmly when it really struggled.

Fortunately, although Yuan Chen currently lacks a physical body, his life energy can still erupt from his spirit. With a forceful effort, Yuan Chen tightly grasped the ball of light.

But at that moment, sensing something, Yuan Chen looked behind him.

What came into view was a magic circle radiating the light of stars, with many intricate orbits engraved on its not particularly complex patterns, vaguely revealing the image of a person raising their hands with their back to the sun.