Chapter 96: Section 96 - Secret Technique: Fight to the Death

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Neanderthals! The War Professional who had unleashed his Battle Qi in full force was both shocked and enraged. The slender, spike-like cold weapon clearly was not light, and with every clash, the reverberating force transmitted up the dagger made him suffer a disadvantage. The flickering blood-red War Patterns indicated that this old fellow was no longer as mighty as he had once been. If he were to invoke the Neanderthal tribe's Secret Technique, this duel could very well become extremely thorny. "Old man, where's your Secret Technique? Use it, and let me have a look," he said. The Earth Element Warrior steeled his heart, planning to exhaust this old man to death. After all, the disparity in age was clear. His vitality was far from comparable to that of the young, and he was bound to burn out sooner or later. "You think I don't exist?" The invisible cutting force silently glided toward the neck of the War Professional, his Battle Qi, which burned like flames, detected the danger at the very first moment. Utilizing the recoil from yet another weapon clash, the dagger was swung back in his hand, striking directly against the stealthy Wind Blade attack. Hiss!~ The sound of tearing silk rang out, as the Wind Blade was forcibly scattered by the Sword Qi, posing no further threat. "Wind Barrier, Impact!" The timely arrived female executive manager pushed forward with both hands, and a tennis ball-sized gust flew over. She had to end the battle quickly. Even if the Energy Tower was damaged and the anti-air and radar systems were not working properly, the enemy's aerial strike was foreseen to arrive imminently. "Earth-splitting Slash!" The War Professional knew that he could not hold back any longer and immediately used his trump card. Compared to the old Neanderthal tribe's man he was fighting, the one-eyed woman posed a much greater threat. Boom!~ The shockwaves rolled, sending all three flying back together. "What the hell was that explosion?" The dizzy Chen Fei finally managed to recover his strength. "Eyes of Tyranny" was still cooling down, but his individual information was not looking very good. State: Larval Form Physical Energy: 10/12 Burst Strength: 45/60 .net Fullness: 37% Active time: 12 hours Energy Points: 211/5000 The quantified information reflected a feeling of being tired, hungry, and sleepy. Chen Fei felt that he probably could not hold on for 12 hours—the consumption was just too great. Lying on the ground pretending to be a dead dog while secretly catching his breath, he suddenly spotted a sneaky figure, quietly lifting a gun barrel, seemingly preparing to covertly shoot either Old Master Barut or the female executive manager. Without hesitation, Chen Fei leaped forward in a bound, pinning the other down to the ground before he could press the trigger, coldly saying, "I'll give you a choice—how do you want to die?" The opponent reacted very quickly, dropped the gun, and swiftly pulled out a tactical dagger from his chest, plunging it into Chen Fei with a clean thrust, and sneered, "I'd prefer to die of old age." The old man had after all been injured. No matter how mighty one had been, now age was taking its toll. A clay pot cannot stay unbroken on the well's edge forever, and a general cannot avoid death in front of the battle lines; in such intense combat, injuries were inevitable. "Come..." Just as Chen Fei was about to call for help, he was gripped by Barut's hand, which gently shook its head. "No need to call! It's not necessary!" "Are you alright? I'll call someone to treat your wounds." "Alright? Yes, nothing's wrong anymore, nothing at all." The Old Master still shook his head, indifferent to the injuries suffered, he sighed deeply and then said, "The glory of the Neanderthal tribe is finally coming to an end; it is time for it to end." "What is coming to an end?" Chen Fei felt that the old man was acting strangely, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what was off. Suddenly, Barut said, "Little Chen!" His eyes gradually became brighter, staring at Chen Fei until he felt a chill in his heart, forcing himself to stiffen up and say, "Grandpa Barut, whatever it is, please just say it." "Ever since I met you, you've always been skirting the line between life and death. I have a gift for you, though I don't know if it will be a good or bad thing." The flames seemed to be burning in Barut's eyes. "As a younger, I dare not refuse the gift of an elder. Whatever you give me, Old Master, I will take good care of it," said Chen Fei, while still trying to find an excuse to call a doctor. He began to feel an inexplicable unease. "I taught you the stance, the breathing techniques, so I might as well give you the last thing too." The hand that tightly grasped Chen Fei's suddenly became scorching hot but showed no intention of letting go. Instead, it gripped even more firmly. Old Master Barut's War Patterns suddenly lit up without warning, each line bursting into bright red light, exceptionally blinding. The blood-red tattoos that bloomed with dazzling light weren't static; they started to flow as if alive, gathering from all over Barut's body to his shoulders, down his arm, and wrist, forming a scorching torrent that coursed through his aged and withered fingers and surged into Chen Fei's body. "What's happening?" Chen Fei yelled in shock. "Hey, hey, hey, Old Master, what are you doing?" He himself began to glow, enveloped in a sinister red light from head to toe. But the Neanderthal tribesman still held on tightly to Chen Fei, refusing to let go, his eyes so wide that they bled, unleashing all his life force and bellowing with all his might, "Secret Technique: Fight to the Death!" As his words ended, the red glow that had enveloped Chen's body suddenly dimmed as if it had never been there at all. With his heart racing, Chen Fei finally broke free from Barut's grasp. When he came to his senses, he discovered that the old man before him had lost all signs of life, only his furious, wide-eyed expression remained. "Old Master?" Chen Fei could hardly believe it. Damn it, he had just been talking, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone! He quickly noticed that the blood-red War Patterns on the old man's body had disappeared, leaving only wrinkled and scarred withered skin. In life, we come with nothing, and we leave with nothing, unable to take anything with us... System: Ding! New skill "Secret Technique: Fight to the Death" discovered (Note: Only with a resolve to die can one find a way to live). -

Chapter 96: Section 96 - Secret Technique: Fight to the Death

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