You're Already Dead

Zhang Biao had carefully filed his fingernails before entering the arena.

All ten fingernails had been shaped into fine, serrated edges!

This technique would crown him the Great Jing's premier manicurist!

If there was a downside, it was that fingernails could never be trained to be hard, making them too easy to chip!

But for just one fight, it wasn't a problem. While the damage might not be high, the psychological effect was excellent.

If Chilie hadn't had his arm covering his eyes earlier, that claw attack might have gone straight for his face.

Only now did Chilie fully understand.

This fellow who looked like a strength-type fighter was actually an assassin!

But how could someone specializing in underhanded tactics have such great strength?

Those rapid hits to his crotch earlier still left him numb!

Before Chilie could make a move, Zhang Biao was already in motion after landing.

A sweeping leg kick raised another cloud of dust, from which handfuls of sand continuously flew toward Chilie, with claw attacks added whenever an opportunity arose!

The arena had plenty of sand, and Zhang Biao was fast and strong. Combined with his constantly changing position, Chilie found himself unable to counter effectively.

His eyes were too irritated to open, so he could only calm his mind and observe through the narrow slits, relying on his hearing to locate his opponent.

The fingernail trick would at most cause some external injuries, which were of little consequence to him.

His main concern was protecting his eyes from this dirty fighter's sneak attacks.

Once he caught him, he would kill him on the spot!

Just as Zhang Biao was darting and weaving, Chilie swept his legs several times and finally caught Zhang Biao.

His heart leaped with joy as he opened his eyes, threw aside his arms, and prepared to continue his pursuit!

But Zhang Biao raised his arm to block, using Chilie's momentum to roll several times on the ground, grabbing two handfuls of sand and throwing them in his face again.

Fuck!

Mother fucking bastard!

Chilie finally lost his composure!

In all his years, he'd never fought such a frustrating battle, unable to even open his eyes until now!

As his anger grew, he threw back his head and roared, "Despicable coward!! Come out and face me head-on!!"

Whoosh!

Zhang Biao snuck behind him unseen, his five fingers driving hard toward Chilie's buttocks!

Chilie let out a howl and rolled on the spot, terrified that this shameless bastard would attack his vulnerable areas.

Zhang Biao did indeed have such intentions, but Chilie's buttocks were too large, and he feared getting trapped, preventing him from employing this traditional technique.

After this strike, Zhang Biao immediately jumped out of the dust cloud.

The dust inside was too much for him to bear as well, so after leaving, he jogged over to the broadsword.

Leaning on the sword to rest, he waited for Chilie to come.

As the dust gradually settled, Chilie's figure slowly emerged.

The host immediately exclaimed, "Black Mountain Chilie has appeared! He's covered in wounds! What happened in there?!"

"But judging by his appearance, he doesn't seem too badly affected!"

Chilie was bent over, slowly straightening his body, his hand somehow gripping the half-spear that Zhang Biao had discarded.

Only his appearance was too miserable, with blood trails all over his body, as if he'd been whipped by a group of people...

The Great Jing citizens in the audience were once again filled with high spirits!

Especially Lord Ji Er from the Inferno Gang, who stood up in excitement.

He roared, "You little bastard! Have you never seen the underworld? How dare you provoke my Brother Biao! Today you'll see what black hands really are!"

Gang members around him hurriedly pulled Lord Ji Er back to his seat.

They all advised, "Boss... the Emperor is over there... and Lord Fang's people are here too... keep a low profile! Low profile!"

Lord Ji Er immediately sat down, though his heart still overflowed with satisfaction.

Chilie stood tall, now laughing in extreme anger, holding the half-spear and laughing wildly: "Zhang Biao, if you had used the spear to ambush me earlier, you might have had a chance, but unfortunately you lack brains!"

"Hehe, your broken sword must be cold by now! Those little tricks end here!"

With that! Chilie charged forward with his spear. Though it was only half a spear, its length still exceeded that of a normal iron spear.

Zhang Biao remained calm and unhurried, his right hand resting on the broadsword as he lightly triggered a mechanism at the connection between the hilt and the blade.

Then from within the blade, he slowly drew a Tang knife that still emitted a dark red glow.......

Chilie looked and immediately felt his mind go blank.

He stopped abruptly, planting the spear into the ground in a sudden halt, staring uncertainly at the knife in Zhang Biao's hand.

A mother-son sword?!

In the broadcasting room, Fang Zheng and the others exclaimed in amazement!

The knife is out! Finally out!

Brother Biao's true strength was actually his knife technique! The knife technique naturally came from Zhou Tie.

This broadsword was specially crafted for Zhang Biao, with many ingenious designs! First, it trained strength, and second, it could trick an opponent!

He was already strong in power and quick in speed.

Now with the Tang knife, his damage would be maximized!

Zhou Tie wore a smug expression, looking at Fang Zheng and the others, saying: "Zhang Biao's knife technique should have about seventy percent of my skill!"

Seeing no one respond, all eagerly watching Zhang Biao, Zhou Tie's face slowly lengthened as he reluctantly picked up his telescope to continue watching.

Chilie hesitated only briefly before charging again.

What's a mere knife? In a direct confrontation, he feared no one!

Zhang Biao watched the approaching Chilie and bent slightly forward.

He tapped twice in the middle part of the broadsword, causing two iron pieces to fall away, revealing handles inside.

Without its hilt, the broadsword immediately became a shield!?

Gripping the handle, he held the shield in one hand and the knife in the other!

Chilie had nearly reached Zhang Biao, but seeing him produce yet another trick, he again braked hard, shouting in exasperation: "Fuck! Will you ever stop?!"

Zhang Biao paid no attention, advancing sideways with his shield and knife, his vital points all protected by the broadsword to prevent Chilie's spear thrusts.

The host was now watching in bewilderment, unable to utter a word.

Mysteriously pulling a knife from inside the sword, turning the original sword into a shield... it wouldn't be surprising if two hidden weapons shot out from the knife handle next!

Seeing Zhang Biao coming to meet him, Chilie roared: "Die, you dog!!" With his right arm gripping the spear, he used all his strength to sweep at Zhang Biao's lower body!

His distance calculation was extremely precise, with the spearhead aimed at Zhang Biao's legs! This sweep had all his strength behind it, determined to break him into three pieces!!

The spear's force was so violent that the wind pressure created a whistling sound near Zhang Biao's ears!

Just as it was about to sweep down in mid-air, the spear shaft made a crack sound... somehow breaking into two pieces.

The spearhead flew toward the audience with a whoosh.

Chilie stared dumbfounded at the thirty-centimeter piece of spear shaft in his hand, unable to react in time.

Zhang Biao's charge had already reached him, his entire body crashing forward with an immense, overwhelming force that directly knocked Chilie to the ground!

The next second! The knife was at his throat!

"You're already dead." Zhang Biao knelt on one knee atop Chilie, the broadsword pressed against his chest, the heat from the knife still causing a slight burning sensation.

"Coward! Shameless! Coward! You fucking dared to tamper with my spear!!"