You promised steampunk martial arts, but you've got an internal combustion engine in your chest

Boom! !

Baili Jing and Wu Yan'an collided violently.

With this internal combustion engine in his chest, Baili Jing's originally turbulent blood and qi have now become extremely docile.

In the past, when he fought with others, he relied entirely on his passion and blood surging wildly within him, and he could only use two or three tenths of his strength at most; but now, the moment he twists his waist and throws a punch, the core of his internal combustion engine will contract violently, pouring all his power into his right fist within microseconds!

Whoosh!!

This punch was at least three to five times stronger than his previous ones!

The fist tore through the air, creating a violent gust of wind. The force of the fist radiated outwards in a fan shape, causing the lanterns on the mast several meters away to shake violently, and extinguishing the flames inside the lanterns.

However, no matter how strong you are, it's all in vain if you can't hit the target.

Even though Wu Yan'an was injured, his speed was far beyond what Baili Jing could keep up with.

His speed increased rapidly. In just three or five rounds, Wu Yan'an had already unleashed more than twenty claw strikes, but Baili Jing couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

clang clang clang!

A series of crisp sounds exploded on Baili Jing's body.

Although most of the claw strikes only left shallow white marks, Wu Yan'an's claw angles were extremely tricky, and his speed was getting faster and faster.

Baili Jing was unable to react at first and could no longer catch Wu Yan'an's figure. Finally, his vision blurred and he felt a violent tearing sensation in his chest, abdomen and shoulders, where he was scratched with several deep, bone-revealing cuts!

Fortunately, the internal combustion engine reacted quickly. With a thought, Baili Jing's core roared again, accurately distributing the blood and nutrients to the wound. The muscles twitched and tightened, instantly stopping the gushing blood.

However, this is still not a long-term solution.

If Baili Jing continues to be on the defensive and unable to even touch a hair on his opponent's head, his defeat is only a matter of time.

Not far away, the woman was holding a notebook and writing something down quickly with a pen, her eyes shining.

C twisted the hem of his clothes with a worried expression.

"Oh dear, this won't do. This skeleton ghost is getting faster and faster. If this continues, young man will suffer a great loss sooner or later and won't be able to defeat it."

The woman didn't even look up, her tone extremely agitated:

"It's better if he can't beat me! Only by being unable to beat me can I force the internal combustion engine to its limits! I want to see how high his heart rate and engine speed can spike when he's on the verge of life and death!"

Old Man Jia put his hands in his sleeves and sighed softly:

"Sigh, I only stuffed about five pounds of demon beast meat into his mouth just now. I don't know if that's enough for him to eat like that."

"That's enough!"

The woman was extremely excited:

"The internal combustion engine compresses his vital energy in multiple stages before outputting it. The energy conversion efficiency is now at least ten times higher than before! Whether he kills the opponent in the end or is killed by the opponent, this energy is enough for him to use until the very last moment!"

These words made Baili Jie's face turn pale. He asked nervously:

"Three masters... Even after my brother installed this new machine, will he still be unable to beat the opponent?"

C sighed deeply:

"Little guy, your brother may have a good foundation, but he hasn't learned any martial arts. Having strength alone isn't enough."

Old Man Jia nodded in satisfaction and stroked his beard.

"That's good. If he survives today, and he learns real martial arts in the future, we'll have more data on the targeted output of those skills, so we can make a better comparison before and after."

Baili Jie let out a soft breath, stopped asking questions, and simply clenched his fist.

……

In the center of the battle, Baili Jing was indeed finding it increasingly difficult to fight.

At first, he was able to catch Wu Yan'an's movements and correspondingly strengthen the defense of a certain part of his body, or occasionally throw punches and kicks to disrupt the opponent's rhythm.

But as time went on, he could no longer see the other person's movements clearly.

Cross-shaped bloodstains began to appear on his body, and he could only passively repair his body by constantly activating the internal combustion engine.

Moreover, the pain of having his skin and flesh torn apart each time was real, greatly affecting his movements and reactions.

Baili Jing wasn't stupid. He knew that if he continued to passively take the beating, his health and mana would eventually be depleted and his recovery speed would not be able to keep up with the frequency of the storm-like attacks.

"Then... I'll give you a really tough one!"

Baili Jing's eyes darted around, and he suddenly gritted his teeth, stopping his pointless punches. Instead, he crossed his hands to protect his face, adopting a hard defensive stance.

With a thought, the pointer on the dial on his chest suddenly jumped upwards, directly approaching the red zone!

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

The internal combustion engine emitted a deep roar.

Baili Jing distributed all the accumulated demon beast flesh energy in his body to every inch of his skin, regardless of the cost!

Swish!

In an instant, his entire body, from head to toe, turned crimson red, radiating an intensely red glow that was impossible to look at directly.

"Full defense?"

Old Man Jia tilted his head: "This consumes a lot of energy, but it doesn't cause any harm."

Bing raised her delicate fingers and said softly, "Is the young man... at a loss?"

"Let me look again, let me look again!"

The woman became even more excited: "This kind of data is valuable!"

At this moment, Wu Yan'an was speeding past Baili Jing.

He lunged forward, scratching Baili Jing's back and neck with all four claws. But this time, all that could be heard were a few sharp "clanging" sounds. When the claws touched Baili Jing's skin, they didn't even leave a mark.

"What?!"

Wu Yan'an's expression changed.

He knew his half-crippled body couldn't hold out for long. Since his opponent had started to take the hits, he had no choice but to force his way through!

He stomped his foot hard on the deck, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

The next second, he was lifted off the ground, his ten fingers pressed together like steel cones.

Using his body's momentum, he spun rapidly, turning himself into a human-shaped drill, and hurtled towards Baili Jing's chest!

Click, click!

The iron drill pierced Baili Jing's chest, sparks flying everywhere in an instant!

Wu Yan'an spun faster and faster, eventually drilling through the rolled-up flesh little by little on Baili Jing's chest, which was as red as iron!

However, Baili Jing instead revealed a sinister smile.

"You bastard, we've been waiting for you to walk right into our trap!"

The next second, Baili Jing suddenly spread his arms wide, raised his head, and let out a deafening, ferocious roar:

"It's boiling!!"

The pressure that had accumulated to its limit inside the internal combustion engine found its only outlet in an instant.

laugh! ! !

In an instant, large amounts of high-pressure steam began to spew out from every open pore on Baili Jing's body!

These steams were much hotter than the exhaust steam from a regular steam engine. After being compressed multiple times by an internal combustion engine, they burst out at an alarmingly high temperature. In the blink of an eye, a large section of the wooden deck beneath Baili Jing's feet was charred and carbonized by this high-pressure steam.

A vast expanse of steam, like a blazing white field, began to spread, forcing even the onlookers, Jia, Yi, Bing, and Baili Jie, to retreat several steps due to the scorching heat.

As for Wu Yan'an, who was closest to Baili Jing, his fate was predictable.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!"

A scream of agony rang out from the steam.

Wu Yan'an had already been burned with blisters on most of his body. Now, being directly and completely exposed to high-pressure steam, large areas of his skin immediately ulcerated, and even fragments of his clothes melted into his flesh.

Pain destroyed all his composure.

Wu Yan'an scrambled backward a dozen steps, finally revealing himself amidst the dissipating steam.

At this moment, he looked as wretched as a skinned rat, his body steaming and trembling violently, baring his teeth.

"Wow, that's innovative! That's a great idea!"

Old Man Jia was overjoyed: "That's a great idea!"

The woman, however, was not happy: "Isn't he about to win? I feel like he hasn't pushed himself to his limit yet. Why don't we go and fight him too? Wouldn't it be better to beat him half to death?"

"What's the rush?"

Bing chuckled: "Look, the young man isn't in good shape either. This time, the output power is too high."

He's right, Baili Jing's situation isn't optimistic either.

He simultaneously performed full-body defense and, under extreme conditions, released high-pressure steam, consuming an unimaginable amount of energy from the internal combustion engine.

But while energy consumption is one aspect, another is the rapid "rapid acceleration and braking" in a short period of time.

This kind of tinkering is like forcibly flooring the accelerator of a car, then suddenly pulling the handbrake to stop, and then flooring the accelerator again...

The pointer on Baili Jing's chest snapped and fell back to the bottom.

He felt a wave of weakness and emptiness wash over him, and his once rosy skin instantly faded.

His right leg buckled, and he lost his balance, half-kneeling on the deck, coughing violently.

The woman pursed her lips, scribbled a few notes in her notebook, and clicked her tongue in amazement:

"Tsk, the makeshift basic transmission valve is indeed too poor in performance. It immediately caused valve jamming and energy interruption after heavy load output. I need to make some improvements and replace it with a deep gasket..."

On the other side, when Wu Yan'an saw Baili Jing suddenly collapse and kneel down, his eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"...The person who will die today is you again!!"

He let out a trapped beast's roar, and despite the large areas of burns all over his body, he forced himself to stand up, preparing to charge forward and finish off Baili Jing.

However, after he took his first step forward...

Crack... Bang!

A metallic snapping sound came from his left calf.

Wu Yan'an staggered forward, nearly falling headfirst to the ground.

He slowly lowered his head in horror, looking at his left leg.

All I could see was that the gears inside the modified mechanism on his calf... had broken.

After a prolonged and intense battle, being scorched by the fire from the machinery, and then subjected to the high-pressure steam... those gears finally reached their limit and shattered into several pieces.

Wu Yan'an's face turned even paler than a dead man's.

Without these mechanical leg components, he could never run at his previous speed. Now, he was just an ordinary man, severely injured and exhausted.

He couldn't hold on any longer.

What was more devastating than the physical damage was the psychological blow. As the gears in his leg broke down, despair began to spread in Wu Yan'an's eyes.

On the other hand, Baili Jing supported himself on his knees and slowly stood up.

With each breath, the pointer on his chest began to sway and stabilize slightly, rising a few notches.

There's still energy left; it just crashed for a moment.

Baili Jing raised his hand, grinned, and revealed a set of white teeth:

"Sorry, looks like I'm the one who got the better deal today."

Wu Yan'an forced himself to take a deep breath, his body twitching strangely as he hopped on one foot, raised his iron claws, and used his last bit of strength to grab at Baili Jing's throat.

But this claw strike was many times weaker than before, both in speed and power.

Baili Jing didn't even bother to dodge.

He raised his right hand and precisely grabbed Wu Yan'an's wrist.

rise!!

With a sudden burst of strength, he lifted the gaunt Wu Yan'an high above his head, then lowered himself from the horse, as if to smash Wu Yan'an's spine against his own knee!

At this moment, Bing suddenly chuckled and called out in a soft, feminine voice:

"Hey buddy, have mercy! Leave him alive, we still have questions for him."

Baili Jing paused slightly.

He looked up at Wu Yan'an and curled his lip in disdain:

"Alright. You're lucky today."

Wu Yan'an's eyes were filled with despair and resentment. He was still struggling, but no matter what he did, he could no longer move.

The next second, Baili Jing swung his arms down sharply, slamming Wu Yan'an heavily onto the deck!

"puff!"

Wu Yan'an spat out a mouthful of blood. His steam-powered modifications were smashed to pieces, with countless fragments flying everywhere. Finally, his eyes rolled back, his body twitched a few times, and then he collapsed there completely, motionless.