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Chapter 366 - 340 Single Challenge

Chapter 366: 340 Single Challenge

The newly selected music now suited the scene somewhat better.

"My apologies."

Amidst the sounds of clashing armor and swords, a man with a stern look in his eyes took the initiative. He lunged forward with a straightforward punch that was devoid of any fancy moves, aiming for Liao Xiangdong’s face.

Liao Xiangdong dodged by tilting his head to the side.

Xumi.

Another assailant charged in, lifting his leg to block Liao Xiangdong’s retreat.

"Smack!"

Liao Xiangdong’s ribs immediately took a hit.

"Mr. Liao, be careful not to underestimate them."

Ye Tingxuan didn’t feel happy; on the contrary, he called out a loud reminder.

The music continued without interruption.

Even though Liao Xiangdong wasn’t seriously harmed, Jiang Chen still realized the gravity of the situation.

If it had been just five disorderly fighters, it wouldn’t have been a big deal, but the key issue was that all five of them were highly skilled, and they also worked together seamlessly.

This was no simple matter of addition in mathematics.

Liao Xiangdong’s pupils contracted slightly.

An expert is known by his first move.

If he continued to passively defend in this isolated situation, the enemies could wear him down to death just by attrition.

The only way to break the stalemate.

Was to make a move and go on the offense.

Muscles bulging, Liao Xiangdong, like a lone tiger, sprung at the trained pack of wolves. The scene was incredibly dramatic, with each punch and kick, each move and style, articulating the very essence of violent aesthetics—so captivating it made the blood of those watching boil with excitement!

Of course.

Since this was a "friendly martial exchange," it naturally couldn’t be as brutishly life-threatening as an underground boxing match.

Regardless of whether it was Liao Xiangdong or the five opponents, they all held back in their strikes, purposely avoiding vital areas.

Liao Xiangdong was indeed strong, but he wasn’t an invincible deity after all, and reality isn’t a novel.

It’s hard to fight against many with just two fists, let alone when each of the five adversaries was an exceptional veteran coming from the ranks, far from being ordinary.

In the early spring amidst the deep mountains, an extra chill was added.

In the span of just one song, both sides were already sweating profusely.

As the silvery goblets shattered and the weapons clamored, two fists collided with raw power in the rapid beat of the drums, causing both fighters to violently recoil.

Liao Xiangdong breathed heavily, managing to steady himself, but the other man staggered and fell to the ground, unable to suppress spitting out a mouthful of blood, his right hand trembling uncontrollably.

The Persian handmade carpet inside the villa was instantly stained a shocking crimson under the light.

The remaining four men turned their heads.

"Good!"

Their own man had faltered, yet Ye Tingxuan laughed instead of getting angry, clapping his knees and cheering loudly.

"Mr. Liao truly lives up to his reputation. Congratulations, you now have only four opponents left!"

Jiang Chen, however, couldn’t feel happy.

Such high-intensity fighting terrified him due to the extreme physical exhaustion. Liao Xiangdong was already showing signs of fatigue; how much longer could he hold on?

With their comrade fallen, the remaining four men were undoubtedly incensed. They attacked Liao Xiangdong with even less restraint, their moves becoming more ferocious.

Facing enemies on all sides, coupled with the huge drain on his stamina, Liao Xiangdong made a shocking choice in this situation.

He completely abandoned defense!

Both sides fought as if they were enraged, as if they had lost all sense of pain, seeing only their adversaries, the sole thought in their minds being to bring the other down.

Punch for punch.

The sounds of powerful impacts seemed to even suppress the intense background music.

"Magnificent, absolutely magnificent!"

Ye Tingxuan heaved a sigh of emotion.

"You’re simply a madman."

Pei Yunxi said, nearly gasping for breath with suppressed emotion.

The fighters were nearly covered in wounds, yet they refused to stop.

All for.

The perverse pleasure of one man.

How absurd is this world?

"Madman, haha, Miss Pei, you’re not the first to call me that. Honestly, I’m not fond of that nickname."

"Enough."

Pei Yunxi clenched her hands.

"Have them stop. I’ll stay here."

Ye Tingxuan turned his head, leisurely sizing her up for a moment.

"Miss Pei. You really are different from other female stars."

"Tell them to stop."

Pei Yunxi repeated.

"Sorry, I can’t do that."

Ye Tingxuan sighed, "The game has already started; there’s no stopping midway. Don’t worry, the end is near."

It was evident to everyone that the physical strength of the combatants in the arena had greatly diminished, and victory or defeat could be decided within minutes.

"Bang."

Another fighter fell to the ground, clearly exhausted.

At this point, the contest wasn’t just about one’s ability to withstand hits but, more importantly, about one’s willpower!

The fighters’ clothes were completely drenched in sweat, without exception; they were all panting heavily, and their movements had inevitably slowed compared to before.

"Smack!"

A leg swung and hit Liao Xiangdong squarely on his broad back, causing him to stagger involuntarily forward—but he managed to grab one of his opponents and, using the momentum of his forward tilt, performed a tyrannical over-the-shoulder throw!

All of them hit the ground, one after another.

"Thud!"

The whole villa seemed to shake!

The man’s face contorted in pain, yet he forced himself not to make a sound, his body involuntarily curling up and failing to rise again.

Liao Xiangdong, supporting himself on his hands, wobbly stood up.

Jiang Chen’s gaze was filled with awe.

What defines a man?

This is what defines a man!

Even the remaining two men didn’t seize this rare opportunity to launch a surprise attack. Instead, the looks they gave Liao Xiangdong were filled with genuine respect.

The smile that had lingered on Ye Tingxuan’s face unwittingly shifted, becoming slightly unnatural.

He enjoyed the process of the game, sure.

But probably no one likes losing.

"Do you still have the strength?"

One man asked.

The sheen of sweat gave his skin an even more bronze-like appearance.

"Give up."

Liao Xiangdong, already like a spent arrow, ignored the situation. Blood threads started to ooze from his skin, but his eyes remained resolute. He replied with only two simple words.

"Continue."

The only two remaining men exchanged glances.

They respected him, indeed.

But that didn’t mean they would go easy.

The pair, one to the left and one to the right, assaulted their opponent from both sides in a standard pincer move.

Given Liao Xiangdong’s current condition, there was no way he could avoid them all.

As expected.

Liao Xiangdong didn’t evade the attacks on one side, and it could even be said that he didn’t even try to dodge!

He knew his own physical state better than anyone else. The fact that he could still stand after being struck countless times was unbelievable. A normal person would have probably collapsed by now.

He had no assurance of overcoming the remaining two men.

If the fight continued normally, defeat was inevitable.

But the only chance for a turnaround.

Was now!

With the last of his strength, Liao Xiangdong made a desperate move as the two men closed in.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

All three were repelled at almost the same moment, then they all fell to the ground.

Ye Tingxuan suddenly stood up.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

All six men, including Liao Xiangdong, collapsed without exception, not one could stand up again.

Ye Tingxuan’s face showed surprise, as he clearly hadn’t expected this outcome.

Since they had all held back to some degree, their lives were likely not in danger. But the key point was that all six had fallen. How should the victor be determined?

"Young Master Ye, Mr. Liao fought against five, defeating all his opponents. We have won."

Jiang Chen quickly spoke, trying to pre-empt the argument with a switch in concept.

But Ye Tingxuan wasn’t fooled by him.

"But Mr. Liao also fell, didn’t he? How can that be called your victory?"

Jiang Chen said in a deep voice, "What does Young Master Ye think should be done, then?"

"Here it is quite simple, everyone has fallen, so naturally it’s a tie," Ye Tingxuan stated matter-of-factly, fair and just.

A tie?

It seemed right to say so, but crucially, Ye Tingxuan hadn’t previously specified what the result of a tie would be.

Of course.

Nobody had anticipated this situation would occur.

"Young Master Ye, if it’s a tie, what should we do?" Jiang Chen inquired.

"Hah, quite simple, a tie means I’ve won, of course."

Jiang Chen was taken aback.

"Why?"

Before he could say anything, Pei Yunxi couldn’t help but interject, "If it’s a tie, why would you be the winner?"

Ye Tingxuan explained at his leisure, "Miss Pei, haven’t you ever been to a casino? When the points are the same, the dealer wins all. So, I’m sorry, but you’ve lost."

Pei Yunxi’s expression shifted dramatically. She was a professional actress and quite indifferent by nature, but at that moment, she couldn’t help but feel the urge to curse.

Jiang Chen didn’t bring up the word "fair" again and looked around at the six men lying on the ground.

"Young Master Ye, it’s true that the house wins all, but even in casinos, the rules are usually laid out clearly before the players start, not told to someone after the fact. If you play games this way, who will play with you in the future?"

Ye Tingxuan raised an eyebrow, and along with Pei Yunxi, turned his gaze towards Jiang Chen.

He pondered for a moment.

"You seem to have a point."

Jiang Chen knew Pei Yunxi was watching him, but at that very moment, he couldn’t afford to care, fixating on Ye Tingxuan with a calm, cold voice, "Young Master Ye, all six have fallen, and no victor has been decided, so the game has not ended."

Ye Tingxuan paused, clearly intrigued, and asked meaningfully, "What do you mean?"

"Since the game has not ended, we must, of course, continue."

Pei Yunxi’s gaze fluctuated, completely unaware of what the other party intended.

"Continue?"

Jiang Chen nodded.

"How should we continue?" Ye Tingxuan inquired with curiosity.

"Of course, we should continue according to Young Master Ye’s rules."

Jiang Chen calmly uttered two words.

"Duel."

Pei Yunxi was stunned.

"Duel?"

Ye Tingxuan was also taken aback.

With Liao Xiangdong down, how could they duel?

Jiang Chen quickly cleared his doubt.

"You and I, a duel."

Pei Yunxi was in a daze, her mind went blank as she stared at the young man who wasn’t looking at her, but instead at Ye Tingxuan.

Ye Tingxuan was also shocked; clearly, he had never encountered such a situation before. He raised his hand to point at himself and, after a long pause, began to laugh in disbelief.

"You want to duel with me?"

Jiang Chen nodded, "Does Young Master Ye not dare?"

He had no way out.

Even if, quite possibly, no one had ever been so audacious.

"Jiang Chen, you’re mad!"

Pei Yunxi yelled in distress.

Regardless of winning or losing, challenging Ye Tingxuan would lead to a dire outcome.

Jiang Chen acted as if he hadn’t heard her, his gaze fixed firmly on the young royal with a tumultuous background.

Ye Tingxuan’s smile was uncontrollable, and locking eyes with Jiang Chen, he questioned, "Why should I accept your challenge?"

"Is the fact that I’m her man sufficient reason?"

Instantly, the villa fell silent.

Pei Yunxi stood frozen, her face rigid.

"Hahaha... how interesting, truly interesting!"

Sudden, uninhibited laughter rang out through the villa.

"Fine, let’s have a duel!"