Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 179 - 182: Mysterious Bracelet

Chapter 179: Chapter 182: Mysterious Bracelet

Chapter 182: The Mysterious Bracelet

Zhang Biao’s tiger-like body shook as he was struck by the belt in Lin Zifeng’s hand, a hit that really didn’t feel too good. A belt’s power striking one’s face can be incredibly hot and painful. Most importantly, being whipped by Lin Zifeng with a belt was a blow to his dignity.

This time, Zhang Biao had apparently learned his lesson.

With his War Blade in hand, he stabbed furiously towards Lin Zifeng’s abdomen, and in the blink of an eye, he sprinted to Lin Zifeng’s side.

Lin Zifeng, calm in the face of danger, revealed a cold smile on his stern face.

In the fight just now, he had held back some of his strength, but now he wouldn’t let him off so easily.

He wrapped one end of the belt around his right palm and lashed the other end out.

The belt made a crisp "snap snap" sound in the Void.

Before long, the two were locked in battle, Lin Zifeng’s belt snapping crisply in the Void, as if it had come to life, and Zhang Biao’s War Blade was just as relentless, with each slash carrying a piercing screech through the air.

Almost with every Sword Slash Zhang Biao made, Lin Zifeng’s nimble movements were like that of a rabbit, constantly changing positions, the sharp blade slicing into the crates, sparks flying, and even tiny flames splattering onto Lin Zifeng’s face.

"Agh...!"

Seeing Lin Zifeng’s agility, Zhang Biao finally became enraged, letting out a long roar towards the sky, the War Blade in his hand emitting a Killing Aura as he stabbed fiercely towards every position that Zifeng shifted to.

The swordsmanship was cunning and the strikes were ruthless.

Chopping, slashing, stabbing, picking, flicking, numerous kinds of Power-filled sword techniques were incessantly unleashed, and their speed combined with Lin Zifeng’s own martial prowess made it quite difficult for him to endure. However, fortunately, Lin Zifeng’s speed was also fast, avoiding Zhang Biao’s attacks and even making it tough for Zhang Biao to withstand his offensive.

The belt in Lin Zifeng’s hand kept lashing out, striking various parts of Zhang Biao’s body, causing him to wince in pain, nearly crying out for his mother.

When the last belt lash hit his fierce face, the guy completely lost his temper.

The War Blade changed through countless positions and sinister techniques, forcing Lin Zifeng to retreat again and again. At last, just as Zhang Biao’s War Blade was about to pierce Lin Zifeng’s heart, who could have known that Lin Zifeng’s belt, as if endowed with Life Force, wrapped around Zhang Biao’s War Blade.

As Zhang Biao was shocked, Lin Zifeng followed up with a sweeping kick from his right leg. If it connected, the consequences for Zhang Biao could be easily imagined.

He let out a loud yell, his thick arms exploding with immense Power, hard enough to shake Lin Zifeng’s belt into pieces.

Even the belt flew apart.

Seeing this, Zhang Biao’s savage face stretched into a grin, and he taunted, "Kid, got any more moves?"

After causing Lin Zifeng’s belt to fly apart, a hint of a smirk appeared on Lin Zifeng’s stern face.

"It’s not over yet!"

After saying that, to Zhang Biao’s surprise, Lin Zifeng quickly altered his hand gestures, discarding the remaining part of the belt, and clasped his fists. As Zhang Biao was dazzled, Lin Zifeng’s fists spun like a windmill.

"Boom, boom, boom...!"

With tiger-like fists, the force of the punches was fierce. Each punch was almost only a fraction of a second apart, and in nearly one second, Lin Zifeng actually unleashed nine punches!

This technique seemed possible only in movies by Bruce Lee, but Lin Zifeng was able to do it!

Every punch landed solidly, with almost identical speed and power. After the ninth punch landed, Zhang Biao’s chest was caved in, blood streamed from the corners of his mouth, and even his eyes started to roll back.

In the end, it was Lin Zifeng’s kick that sent him flying.

"Pfft...!"

Spitting blood and his mind in a blur, Zhang Biao staggered back more than a dozen steps before coming to a halt. However, his vision was already blurred, and it seemed as if Lin Zifeng’s figure split into five or six shadows in front of him.

Zhang Biao shook his head fiercely, trying to make himself more alert, but Lin Zifeng’s Killing Aura was intense, taking advantage of his weakness. This was a combat strategy taught to him by the old man — never show mercy to any enemy. Showing mercy to an opponent is undoubtedly sowing the seeds of a fatal threat to oneself.

Lin Zifeng’s fingers formed claws, striking fiercely towards Zhang Biao’s eyes with clear intent — he wanted to gouge out Zhang Biao’s eyes to deprive him of his fighting ability.

But in a cornered beast’s struggle, the instinct to survive forced Zhang Biao to muster all his strength. As Lin Zifeng’s fingers furiously targeted his eyes, Zhang Biao reacted quickly, swinging his right arm to block Lin Zifeng’s attack. Sadly, he overlooked Lin Zifeng’s other hand that was fiercely aiming for him.

"Pfft...!"

"Argh...!"

A blood-drenched eye was viciously gouged out by the middle finger of Lin Zifeng’s left hand, along with the ghastly clumps of white flesh within it.

The air was thick with blood mist, and Zhang Biao’s screams were relentless, rising and falling in agony as he clutched his eyes with both hands. His entire body curled up like a shrimp, it was evident that losing an eye to Zifeng’s merciless act drove Zhang Biao nearly insane with pain.

Standing beside the cargo container, Zifeng’s expression was one of chilling indifference, his hand still holding an eyeball, bloody and with the flesh turned inside out.

"Kill me! Just kill me already!"

Zhang Biao’s face was deathly pale as he pleaded with Zifeng, hands still pressed over his eyes, begging to be killed.

But why would Zifeng dispose of him so easily? Now that they had become enemies, Zifeng certainly wouldn’t let Zhang Biao leave alive. As long as Zhang Biao was not dead, Zifeng would never be at ease.

A cold, sinister smile crept across Zifeng’s face as he picked up the pointed dagger that had fallen to the ground from Zhang Biao’s grasp, clutching it tightly in his hand and taking deliberate steps toward the agonized Zhang Biao.

Even though Zhang Biao was practically bereft of his fighting ability, he still had at least a basic, dying instinct to resist, so Zifeng had to remain cautious.

As Zifeng closed to within one meter of Zhang Biao suddenly! Zhang Biao drew a gleaming steel knife from his waist and malevolently slashed at Zifeng’s throat. Under the afternoon sun, the light glared blindingly off the blade, menacingly casting its reflection toward Zifeng’s eyes.

Zifeng had anticipated Zhang Hu’s desperate counterattack and, with Sword Slash in hand, was so much faster that he brutally stabbed toward Zhang Hu’s abdomen.

However, what Zifeng had not expected was that upon his dagger piercing into Zhang Biao’s abdomen and blood flowing down the blade, Zhang Biao’s face filled with a wicked smile.

"Not good!"

Zifeng cursed inwardly, promptly pulling the dagger out and preparing to retreat. But Zhang Biao’s hand was gripping the hilt of the dagger embedded in his body. Regardless of the severity of his palm’s injury from the dagger, or whether the stab was fatal or not, Zhang Biao now had a death wish, determined to take Zifeng with him—a suicidal counterattack!

Seeing the dagger firmly in Zhang Biao’s hand and realizing it was too late to retreat, Zifeng saw a flicker of a triumphant smile on Zhang Biao’s gaunt, ashen face. If he was going to die, he’d make sure to drag Zifeng down with him.

Just as Zhang Biao raised the dagger to strike at Zifeng’s head, a sudden chill went through Zifeng!

It was as if he felt the threat of death itself. How familiar this sensation of death was to Zifeng, although he hadn’t experienced it since his escape from Dark Prison. It seemed he may indeed perish here and now, meeting a violent end on the spot.

To err was to harbor an eternal regret, and nothing could be more apt to describe Zifeng’s current predicament. He had never expected Zhang Biao would gamble with his own life just to drag Zifeng into the Netherworld. Such a person was either or mad or a lunatic.

A life for a life.

As the War Blade was about to strike Zifeng’s neck, he almost instinctively raised his arm in defense—a person’s innate reaction. In that Instant, Zhang Biao even revealed a sinister smile on his face,

because even if Zifeng were to use his arm to block, it seemed impossible to avoid being slain. The dagger’s sharpness could easily sever any part of Zifeng’s body, even grinding bones into dust.

However, when the tip of the knife, carrying its Killing Aura, came slashing down toward Zifeng’s wrist, a clear ringing sound of "clang" was heard as his wrist emanated a crisp, vibrating noise.

Zifeng had thought he was surely doomed, but to his surprise, his arm, just like his neck, was unharmed.

Instead, a strange Power on his wrist bounced off Zhang Biao’s War Blade!

Zhang Biao’s eyes were filled with horror. He stared unbelievingly at the event, and even Zifeng didn’t understand what had occurred until he took a closer look, which caused even him to inhale sharply in shock.

On his wrist, the black bracelet—always shrouded in Silence—had just saved him from certain peril!

And it had even emitted a faint glow!

Could it be that this bracelet held some hidden secret?

Zifeng knew that apart from being somewhat valuable, the ordinary-looking bracelet seemed to have no special features, even when the old man gave it to him, the origins of the bracelet remained unclear.

But in the current situation, Zifeng couldn’t afford to ponder too deeply. He swung his arm fiercely, striking at Zhang Biao as he went.

Zhang Biao was repelled by the bracelet a distance of nearly seven or eight meters, and by the time Zifeng reached where Zhang Biao had been, he had vanished beneath the sea without a trace.

Viewing the vast patches of blood surfacing on the sea, Zifeng had no interest in pursuing him any longer; with such serious injuries, whether dead or alive, Zhang Biao would likely struggle to survive.

Now was not the time to chase after Zhang Biao. Zifeng quickly checked his own condition, finding only minor injuries and not giving them much thought, he then took the bracelet from his wrist and observed it closely, only to find it was still the same as before—still Silent, indistinguishable from ordinary bracelets except for its archaic material and somewhat colder temperature, seemingly like those displayed in branded stores.

"Could it be that the bracelet really saved my life?" Zifeng frowned, but this was not the time nor the place for contemplation. He hurried straight home,

He was determined to uncover the true nature of this bracelet.

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