Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

The expression on the young man's face remained unchanged, or rather he had no expression at all, aside from the eerie smile he showed at the beginning.

At this moment, both of them were entirely focused on each other, without any time or possibility to consider their surroundings. They only thought about how to knock the other person down; otherwise, the outcome of tonight would be uncertain.

Equally panting slightly, but the young man's situation was much better than Zhu Bufan's. He stretched out his tongue to lick his slightly chapped lips; the opponent's flames were truly powerful, forcing him to use his full strength to cope. As he was thinking this, Zhu Bufan moved again.

Once again, flames emerged from his hands. From the start, Zhu Bufan never enveloped his whole body with flames, as that would be impractical and wasteful. This wasn't some magic show; this was a life-and-death battle. Any method that could cause extra energy waste was a joke with one's life.

Raising his fist, body slightly bent, moving swiftly almost against the ground, Zhu Bufan's movement technique was extremely perplexing and unpredictable. This was due to his training in the Virtual Realm. Although he didn't possess the awe-inspiring speed of a Wind Element superpower user, the speed Zhu Bufan displayed at this moment was astonishing.

The young man couldn't catch Zhu Bufan's figure because his movements changed too much, and his movement technique was too bizarre. He stood still, waiting for the opponent's arrival. No matter how strange the opponent's technique was, the final target would be him, so as long as he could capture the opponent's figure when they got close, it would be enough. His face flashed with a cold light, and his eyes shone with Silver Light. Tightening his fists, he was determined to resolve this fight now; prolonging it any further would be dreadful.

With his mind made up, the young man accelerated the circulation speed of his Inner Qi, enhancing his perception of his surroundings, while also closely monitoring the opponent's movements. Even though he couldn't catch the opponent's figure, he could still see the general outline.

Suddenly, Zhu Bufan, originally five steps away, unexpectedly closed in, lifting his right hand for a simple palm strike. Flames enveloped the hand, as if it had been turned red by the fiery blaze.

With a sizzle, the high-temperature palm pressed against the young man's body, burning through his clothes and directly touching the skin. A savory smell of meat surfaced. After this successful strike, Zhu Bufan prepared to launch another attack. But the young man had already reacted.

His body twisted, and the young man's left hand turned in an uncanny manner, directly grabbing Zhu Bufan's right wrist. Silver Light shimmered at his left hand, immediately suppressing the burning flames on Zhu Bufan's hand. Then he grabbed Zhu Bufan's left hand and abruptly pulled, forcefully drawing Zhu Bufan close. Smiling at Zhu Bufan, the young man's right hand punched forward.

A sudden, indescribable pain welled up in his abdomen, along with a stinging sensation like a knife cut. Zhu Bufan clearly knew there was a deep wound in his abdomen, with warm blood gushing out.

With a low growl, the Silver Light in Zhu Bufan's eyes suddenly surged. Originally wrapped only around his palm, the flames moved suddenly, turning into a Spiritual Snake, coiling upward along the young man's left hand.

The red Spiritual Snake climbed from Zhu Bufan's right palm onto the young man's left hand.

As soon as the flames touched him, the young man shivered involuntarily. Though they were fiery flames, they caused a sudden, chilling sensation. He quickly released Zhu Bufan's left hand, flung his left arm, wanting to fling off the flames from his arm. But to his surprise, the flames clung persistently, like maggots in the bone.

The flames wrapped like a Spiritual Snake around the young man's left arm, tightening more and more, the scorching heat eroding his skin. If allowed to continue, the young man's arm would be completely severed.

Having escaped, Zhu Bufan ignored the pain from the wound in his abdomen. He merely smudged his left hand over the wound to cauterize it, then crouched and charged shoulder-first at the young man. His right wrist still throbbed with pain, indicating the strength of the young man's previous grip. His left hand pressed against the abdominal wound to prevent the freshly closed wound from bursting again and bleeding.

With a sound, Zhu Bufan's shoulder made solid contact, forcibly knocking the young man flying. The young man let out an angry roar, his right hand shimmering with Silver Light, wiping the flames off his left arm. Once the flames were removed, he twisted mid-air, landing steadily and then pushed both feet hard, charging towards Zhu Bufan.

Considering he struck the opponent earlier, the young man thought Zhu Bufan's speed would surely be affected. To resolve this, he had to act now. As he thought, he acted quickly, his face twisted beyond recognition. He was furious, unable to fathom how difficult this opponent was.

With no time to dodge the opponent's advance, the wound pain in Zhu Bufan's abdomen slowed his movements by a fraction, making it impossible to evade the aggressive rush.

A punch came, carrying overwhelming pressure and wind as sharp as a knife. Zhu Bufan's body slightly shifted, evaded the punch, but couldn't avoid the sharp wind from the fist.

With a sizzle, a shallow cut marked his cheek, and red blood oozed out.

Zhu Bufan wasn't one to sit and wait for death. As the opponent's punch came, he too launched a palm strike enveloped in flames. The high temperature distorted the surrounding air, even twisting Zhu Bufan's fist. The young man didn't bother looking at Zhu Bufan's fist, nor did he attempt to evade it; he steadfastly faced Zhu Bufan, taking the punch directly.

With a boom, the flames on the fist scattered and scarcely had any impact, instead, the strength contained in Zhu Bufan's fist made the young man let out a muffled grunt.

Evading was now unnecessary; there were no fancy moves or techniques. They stood face to face, exchanging blows punch for punch.

Wind-roaring fists, flame-scorching fists, advancing and retreating, they were now vying to see whose body would fall first, to see who could stand last.

Thud thud thud sound echoed, each punch hitting the target solidly.

Every punch from the young man left a small wound on Zhu Bufan, lifting a trickle of bright red blood, making his fists turn red as if cast from fresh blood.

Each punch from Zhu Bufan made the young man issue a muffled groan, a trickle of bright red blood seeped from the young man's mouth corner, while Zhu Bufan's fist flames fluctuated, constantly scattering and converging. Tiny sparks danced around, illuminating their faces, painting the world in bright crimson, blood-red.

Mechanically repeating their actions, their strength seemingly inexhaustible, their bodies like iron casts, neither retreated a step, nor advanced a step, standing in place, exchanging blows at a reach.

Thud thud thud, thud thud thud, thud thud thud...

The dense sound carried a pulse-stopping rhythm, nearing breathless cessation.

Suddenly, both withdrew their fists, gathering strength.

The thud thud thud sound suddenly ceased, the scattered fiery sparks dimmed instantly, both again cloaked in darkness, deathlike silence froze between them, suffocating, erasing any desire to survive.

With impeccable timing, they both issued a furious roar, simultaneously swinging their right fists towards each other's chests.

Silver Light flickering fist, flame-flickering fist, crossing paths yet untouched, like unrelated cars on separate roads.

Bam! Both fists landed solidly, Silver Light penetrated Zhu Bufan's body instantly, the flame exploded consuming the young man's figure, as both grunted, the impact from the fists caused both figures to fly sideways at once.

The fine wounds on their bodies simultaneously burst, blood spraying from them, scenting the air as the night wind scattered it.

With a crash, they fell to the ground. Zhu Bufan's face bore no expression, yet internally a thought arose, defeated.