Chapter 30 – Frenzied Battle with Luo Xie in True Martial Combat

Referee: “Begin!”

As the words fell, the entire venue plunged into an inexplicable silence.

Luo Xie, however, abruptly charged forward, taking the initiative to attack. His fierce style dominated the arena.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang’s footwork was equally swift. With a deep exhalation, he stood firm as a rock, unmoved by wind or rain.

This scene was unexpected by all—the moment they engaged, both had swiftly entered their combat states!

Their strikes were vicious, squarely aimed at each other’s vital points.

Luo Xie’s fist technique was domineering and fierce. As afterimages flickered, his punches transformed into blurred remnants.

His attacks adhered to the principles of speed, ruthlessness, and precision, erupting like a torrential downpour, capable of piercing metal and shattering stone.

Ye Kuang, meanwhile, shifted his footing continuously, his arms swelling with surging energy. He consistently countered with overwhelming force.

Yet, to the audience below the stage, it seemed as though the Dark Horse was at a disadvantage.

Noticing this, Luo Xie grew even more arrogant. “What’s wrong? Where’s that earlier bravado? Let me make it clear—I’ve had enough of you. Now lie down!”

With that, Luo Xie closed in, extending his arms to wrap around his opponent’s waist.

As for this fighting style, Ye Kuang had never seen or heard of it before.

But that was no reason to let his opponent run rampant—it only fueled his fighting spirit!

In his eyes, no opponent could hinder his advance.

If there was a fight, then let it be frenzied!!!

Instantly, Ye Kuang leaped into the air, unleashing a Springing Leg—the “Sweeping Army.”

Whoosh!

The leg technique emerged silently yet swift as thunder, startling the audience below.

For that leg force was like a Heavy Edge weighing a thousand pounds, carrying a crushing, destructive power!

If it landed squarely, even metal would bend.

Luo Xie: “You underestimate me too much. Do you really think I’m like the trash you’ve faced before?”

Boom!

At the critical moment, Luo Xie explosively leaped upward, producing a thunderous crack.

In the blink of an eye, he soared half a meter into the air, cleanly evading the leg strike.

This move elicited gasps from the crowd.

Luo Xie’s leaping ability far exceeded expectations—he moved like an agile monkey, leaving no opening!

Meanwhile, Ye Kuang’s eyes flickered with surprise as his kick missed, clearly astonished by his opponent’s maneuver.

Was this how the Arena was meant to be played?

In that moment, his thoughts raced, but with his opponent mid-air, Luo Xie had become a live target.

Yet, who could have predicted that Luo Xie would deftly tap Ye Kuang’s leg, using the momentum to launch a fierce counter-kick of his own?

Clang!

Simultaneously, Ye Kuang’s right foot slammed heavily onto the Arena, producing a metallic clang.

If he chose to block the kick head-on, he would inevitably fall into a passive position.

But avoiding it would yield equally severe consequences!

With no time to hesitate, Ye Kuang rooted his stance, his lower body feeling as if infused with molten lead, immensely heavy.

His Divine Martial power surged intensely, channeling entirely into his hastily raised arms.

Thud!

The heavy impact reverberated, causing the audience’s hearts to tremble in response.Despite Ye Kuang’s stance being as stable as Mount Tai, he was forced back three consecutive steps.

This alone spoke volumes about the sheer ferocity contained within that strike!

Seizing the opportunity, Luo Xie stomped the ground and dashed forward with swift strides, his fists shooting out as stealthily as a ghost.

It was none other than the “Nether Ghost Hand”!

By the time Ye Kuang realized it, it was already too late.

A heavy punch landed squarely on his chest, the explosive force akin to a sledgehammer strike, instantly flushing his face crimson.

As if having anticipated this, Luo Xie burst into laughter, “Haha!” and sent out a rapid succession of punches.

Indeed, the speed of these punches was astonishing, resembling dozens of hammers striking simultaneously, making it difficult to discern the real from the feigned in that instant.

Though Ye Kuang’s vision surpassed that of ordinary people, even he found it challenging to distinguish the real from the unreal.

But as he had thought earlier, this was no reason to let his opponent run rampant.

“Do you truly believe I fear you?” Ye Kuang said in a low voice, then launched his own assault.

Roar, roar, roar!

Whoosh, boom, boom…

His fists erupted one after another, carrying the force of wind and thunder, deafening the onlookers.

For a moment, even Luo Xie couldn’t help but tense up, though the smirk on his lips remained unchanged, clearly confident in his plan.

Without pause, he closed in aggressively.

The moment Ye Kuang made contact with his opponent’s fist, his expression shifted drastically.

Repeated heavy blows landed on his chest, forcing him to stagger back repeatedly.

Luo Xie’s punches were as unpredictable as a venomous snake, seemingly real and fake but all illusory; yet the moment one dismissed them as fake, they would strike with lethal force.

Realizing this, Ye Kuang suppressed the discomfort in his organs and abruptly advanced again.

He leaned back then slammed forward with a violent elegance, startling the crowd into excitement.

This move was unmistakably the Dark Horse’s signature opening, leading everyone to believe Ye Kuang was about to counterattack.

Boom!

Under the force of this strike, Luo Xie was pushed back more than three steps in just two or three moves.

A closer look would reveal Luo Xie’s hands trembling slightly.

At that moment, Ye Kuang’s fighting style shifted abruptly—not only were his movements swift as a leopard, but his strength also surged, becoming overwhelmingly powerful.

As he closed in again and executed another sweeping “Springing Leg,”

Luo Xie’s smirk returned: “Hahaha, is that all you’ve got?!”

No sooner had he spoken than Luo Xie’s entire body mimicked his previous move, leaping up like a nimble monkey.

This time, however, Luo Xie countered with a mid-air kick.

Ye Kuang’s gaze turned icy as he sank into a low squat, narrowly evading the aerial leg strike.

He then slapped the ground with his palm, propelling himself upward with a speed that had clearly escalated several notches.

The sight left the spectators in an uproar.

Ye Kuang soared high into the air, resembling a great roc spreading its wings, his leap noticeably surpassing Luo Xie’s height.

Witnessing this, even someone as composed as Luo Xie couldn’t hide his shock.

But what followed was Ye Kuang’s spinning axe kick!

In less than half a breath, Luo Xie let out a low grunt, seemingly losing his balance as he plummeted rapidly. He caught himself with both fists on the ground and launched a sweeping leg strike in retaliation.

Bang!!!Before their eyes, their legs collided with a dull, thunderous impact.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

The exchange happened so swiftly that the spectators rose to their feet one after another, momentarily forgetting their allegiances.

Though nineteen other Arenas remained active, the one where Ye Kuang stood had unquestionably become the most intense battleground!

Ye Kuang’s Springing Leg was blocked, yet his assault seamlessly shifted.

He pivoted like a drawn arrow loosed from its bow—committed, with no path of retreat.

Luo Xie responded with a rapid succession of backflips, launching himself onto a nearby iron pillar.

The recoil from his landing became his most potent source of leverage.

Wind and thunder seemed to roar across the Arena as the two unleashed their true Martial Arts prowess.

Just as Tie Feng had foretold, this was no contest of victory or defeat—only a pure struggle of Martial Arts, a clash of fist and foot.

Together, they transformed the nature of the match into a breathtaking contest of agility and speed.

Thump!!

Luo Xie landed heavily—only to strike empty air.

His eyes swept the surroundings before he lunged forward once more.

Ye Kuang roared inwardly, using the ropes to execute a Swallow’s Return—a spinning maneuver that channeled all his momentum into a devastating iron fist.

Boom!

A deafening impact, like thunder from a clear sky, echoed through the Arena.

Luo Xie felt as though his right arm had been struck by a force of fifteen hundred pounds.

The blow sent him stumbling backward, unable to halt his retreat until the ropes brought him up short.

Meanwhile, Ye Kuang kicked off the ropes with explosive force, his body taut as a fully drawn bow.

His fighting style was nothing short of unbelievable.

So swift were his movements that even an opponent of Luo Xie’s caliber could only react defensively.

Not only did Ye Kuang exploit the Arena’s terrain to unleash genuine Martial Arts power within its confined space—his raw strength alone was terrifying. Combined, the effect was overwhelming…

“Damn it…” Luo Xie, who had initially underestimated his foe, now abandoned all carelessness. “Nether Ghost Hand!!!”

Faster than words could follow—

Ye Kuang bellowed in response, “Did you think the same move would work on me again?!”

A dragon-like roar erupted, stunning the entire audience.

His ferocious posture resembled a leopard pouncing on its prey—swift as the wind.

A single punch—

yet it seemed to contain the essence of countless fighting styles he had mastered.

Bang!!!

Bang!!!

Two earth-shaking collisions erupted in succession, leaving the spectators wide-eyed and incredulous.

Luo Xie slowly crumpled to his knees on the Arena floor, as though slipping into unconsciousness.

Had Ye Kuang not maintained a firm grip on his right fist, he would have collapsed entirely.

The crowd fell into a stunned silence, watching the scene unfold without a sound.

Truth be told, the fighters’ movements had been far too rapid for most to follow.

Only when the referee declared the Dark Horse Ye Kuang the winner did the Arena erupt in uproar.

Though not grandiose in scale, the duel between Ye Kuang and Luo Xie embodied the very essence of true Martial Arts combat.