Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

Chapter 390 - 339: This Is a Master!

"Yes, the threat she gives me is particularly strong..."

Chen Hanzhou expressed his feelings.

"Hey! You two are sparring, but no lethal moves allowed, got it?" Zhang Su said loudly.

At this moment, Lu Yubo and the Japanese woman were already standing in the middle of the road. Both nodded upon hearing Zhang Su’s words.

"Even if you’re a woman, I won’t go easy on you, understand?"

Lu Yubo swung his weapon, his gaze intense and serious.

The Japanese woman looked at Lu Yubo expressionlessly, said a bunch of stuff in her language, then nodded deeply with great politeness, and got into position.

Lu Yubo adopted a very standard high-stance offensive posture, seen in many combat styles, a conventional stance.

In contrast, the Japanese woman was completely different. She flicked her wrist, the slender steel rod quivered lightly, then she slowly moved her right hand to her left abdomen with the steel’s pointed end facing the right front, while her other hand was placed behind her back.

"Damn, what does that mean, giving me a hand?"

Seeing the opponent’s stance, Lu Yubo furrowed his brows but didn’t act rashly, as he felt a surging fighting spirit in the opponent’s eyes.

"I can’t be scared by a woman? Damn, let’s do it!"

Resolute, Lu Yubo initiated an attack on the Japanese woman.

He pushed off the ground with his foot and charged forward, his grain sampler darting toward the Japanese woman’s neck like an arrow released from a bowstring.

Although Zhang Su instructed not to make lethal moves, Lu Yubo thought that if such a strike could take the opponent’s life, keeping her alive seemed pointless. Consequently, with a determined mindset, his offensive was quite fierce.

The distance between them was only four or five meters. As soon as Lu Yubo launched his attack, the Japanese woman also moved.

"No good!"

"Damn..."

"Bozai is in trouble!"

Zhang Su and the others couldn’t help but exclaim after seeing the woman’s actions – her movements left them stunned!

Thud.

Thump...

In an instant, the two engaged in close combat, a dull sound rang, followed by Lu Yubo falling to the ground with a plop, tough as he was, he didn’t utter a single word.

When Lu Yubo initiated his attack, the Japanese woman kicked off the ground, but she didn’t meet Lu Yubo head-on. Instead, she leaned backward like a willow swaying in the wind, resembling a gymnast’s backbend but even lower, bending her knees into an exaggerated angle. Her hands didn’t touch the ground for support but wielded the steel rod to attack, with an utterly high degree of difficulty!

Lu Yubo, in a high-stance offensive posture, had no time to change direction. He watched helplessly as the slender steel rod swung toward his calf. His eyes could follow, but the momentum of his charge couldn’t redirect, so he helplessly tried to jump and evade, yet it was a bit too late...

If he hadn’t jumped, perhaps it might have been better. It’s like jumping insufficiently high, and the calf took a hit!

Rolling forward twice along with the force, Lu Yubo stood up again and solemnly looked at the Japanese woman, his usual arrogance nowhere to be seen.

Was the hit from before heavy?

Not light.

Did it hurt?

Wearing thick clothes, wasn’t much...

Yet, if it were a sharp object, what would the situation be now?

Lu Yubo didn’t dare to imagine...

"Damn, Brother Su, this woman’s moves are bizarre!" Wu Lue said, with a twisted expression, startled by the quick exchange, thinking such skills shouldn’t be possessed by an ordinary person?

Zhang Su nodded gravely without speaking, frowning as he looked at the two, couldn’t help but say, "Bozai, don’t be reckless, use the moves I taught you!"

With such skills, ordinary attacks would struggle to take her down, let’s see if Master Chen’s Mad Dog Fist strategy works!

"Okay!"

Lu Yubo nodded heavily, his eyes fixed on the Japanese woman. This time, he didn’t rush toward her but began to circle around, seeking an opportunity to attack.

The Japanese woman’s body technique was nimble, without a trace of arrogance. Her gaze stayed locked on Lu Yubo, circling along when he circled...

This scene reminded of the famous showdown between Zhu Qianlong and Li Tianran, only Lu Yubo and the Japanese woman didn’t pull out or change guns, just drawing circles in the middle of the road.

No one urged them; Zhang Su and the others watched with great interest. In an otherwise monotonous and dull world, they hadn’t encountered something so fascinating in a long time. Even Su Xiaoya bit her lip, carefully studying the Japanese woman’s steps, seemingly trying to learn something from them.

Finally, on the fifth circle, Lu Yubo couldn’t hold back any longer, initiating another attack, but this time not as headlong – he had a simple probing move with feints.

"Aiya!"

A sudden shout attempted to intimidate the opponent, but only startled Su Xiaoya...

Ping, pang.

Two sounds followed as the grain sampler’s two attacks got deflected by the slender steel rod, not by using the small surface area directly to block but by side strikes.

The Japanese woman remained unmoved by Lu Yubo’s vocal distractions and feints, as if she shut off all interference, always striking at the crucial moments.

"It doesn’t work..." Zhang Su muttered softly, shaking his head, said, "Bozai isn’t her match at all, this woman is truly a master among masters!"

Others might not have noticed, but Zhang Su was fully aware. The Japanese woman didn’t need to directly counter Lu Yubo. She could easily dodge, but she purposely made a show in brandishing her weapon and made excellent use of Borrowing Force between two swings of the slender steel rod. Her flexibility in mastering the force direction through her soft wrist was quite sophisticated!

Just this ability already ranked her at least two levels above Lu Yubo!

It’s not an exaggeration to say that her combat prowess is outstanding, reaching as high as a three-to-four-story building!

"Brother Su, should we call a stop?" Wu Lue asked nervously, worried that Lu Yubo, whom he was on good terms with, would be battered by the opponent.

Zhang Su shook his head, "One more exchange, it should determine the winner. Let her teach Bozai a lesson, to curb his arrogance!"

Upon hearing this, they all looked again at the match.

However, within the field, Lu Yubo didn’t see it as clearly as the outsiders. A probing attack gave him newfound confidence, and after another circle, he fixed his eyes on the opponent’s chest and abdomen, launching another attack.

"Aiya! Strike..."

The essence of Mad Dog Fist, shouting chaotically, attacking when the opponent is off guard, faking real and unreal moves, hitting the vitals.

The sharp grain sampler’s aim was elusive, stabbing the Japanese woman from an unclear angle. Lu Yubo’s eyes widened, yearning for his weapon to pierce the opponent’s body, hoping to see blood flowing from the grain sampler.

Dang, dang, dang...

Three crisp strikes sounded almost together.

Lu Yubo merely felt the grain sampler in his hand’s trajectory shift; his wrist struggled to control the direction. Immediately, a strong force came from his chest while the opponent’s steel rod was already pressing against his throat.