100: Defeat

"Are the Adam Five strong?" Xu Jingzhe asked.

"Hehehe..." Wang Teng sneered, saying, "Your question actually makes me curious. Who exactly are you?"

"In the Chemical Zone, to think someone would actually ask if the Adam Five are strong? Such a moronic question—could it be that your brain was knocked stupid just now?"

Xu Jingzhe didn't mind; he shook his arms and said, "I admit it, you are strong."

"But I haven't been defeated yet."

Wang Teng stepped back two paces and assumed a starting stance. The "wild punches beating the master" style he used earlier was truly crude; how could it befit someone who lived in Nüwa City?

For a long time, Nüwa City and Adam City had followed a path of prioritizing the Old Art, supplemented by technology.

"Thud!"

Leveraging the wall behind him, Xu Jingzhe pushed off with his right leg. His body vaulted nearly two meters into the air, his right hand coiled with power as he smashed down toward Wang Teng's head.

This punch carried immense power; if it landed, even a Grade 1 alloy would be shattered by the sheer force.

Wang Teng's expression remained composed. He stepped forward with his right hand, and the instant it made contact with Xu Jingzhe's arm, he pushed outward, his elbow following through with a downward press. He simply deflected Xu Jingzhe's powerful punch.

Xu Jingzhe stumbled, passing by to the side. Wang Teng turned and delivered a whip kick to his back. With a "bang," Xu Jingzhe went tumbling seven or eight meters away.

In terms of combat experience, Wang Teng absolutely crushed Xu Jingzhe.

The Old Art had been used by the two main cities alongside technology to this day; although suppressed, it could not be underestimated.

Simple applications like flicking, deflecting, intercepting, and striking could always find an opponent's weaknesses.

Xu Jingzhe stood up and hopped twice. Is the Old Art really that strong?

Continue, official.

With a simple running start, Xu Jingzhe leaped with both legs together, delivering a side kick with the force of a thousand jun.

His leg generated so much force that the surrounding air seemed to stall.

Just as he was about to make contact with Wang Teng, Wang Teng moved, leaning back at the waist to dodge with great ease.

After dodging, Wang Teng slapped the ground with one hand and instantly straightened his body. With a knee lift, he executed an "Old Ape Hangs the Seal," driving his knee toward Xu Jingzhe's chest.

Xu Jingzhe's reaction was swift; he pressed down with both hands, though his arms were jarred numb.

Failing the first strike, Wang Teng was not in a hurry. He grabbed Xu Jingzhe's retracting hands, pulled them down, used the leverage to flip behind him, and slammed his elbow fiercely into Xu Jingzhe's back.

"Pfft!"

The violent blow, weighing at least several thousand catties, slammed Xu Jingzhe to the ground, causing him to vomit blood.

In close-quarters combat, Wang Teng displayed the Old Art to the fullest; every part of Xu Jingzhe's body was a point of leverage for him.

Xu Jingzhe performed a carp kipping up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and let out a loud shout. His golden pollution core released energy, and his entire being became invigorated.

He disregarded everything, simply throwing punches at Wang Teng without any technique—trading life for life, injury for injury.

Wang Teng sneered, his hands becoming a blur as he used various techniques like flicking, blocking, parrying, and guarding to neutralize Xu Jingzhe's offensive.

Such meaningless attacks would rapidly deplete the opponent's internal energy; it wouldn't be long before he was exhausted and collapsed like a dead dog.

However, Xu Jingzhe's fists became increasingly swift; one could no longer see the punches being thrown or retracted. His footwork also accelerated as he utilized the speed of a werewolf.

From afar, it looked as though Wang Teng was surrounded by several figures.

"Bang!"

Failing to defend in time, he was struck in the back by a punch, causing Wang Teng to grimace in pain.

"Thud!"

Another punch landed on his head, instantly raising a large bump.

"Bang!"

"Thud!"

"Boom!"

The moment Xu Jingzhe landed his first punch on Wang Teng, Wang Teng's focus wavered, and flaws appeared frequently.

He had never imagined that one day, a sixteen-year-old boy would be able to land a hit on him.

Half an hour later, Xu Jingzhe stopped, panting heavily.

Wang Teng had also been forced into a corner, his rather handsome face beaten until his mouth and eyes were crooked, bleeding incessantly.

He glared with bloodshot eyes and let out a roar. Energy surged within his body, and his injuries healed instantly.

He was angry—truly angry.

He instantly dashed forward, arriving in front of Xu Jingzhe, and unleashed a full-power strike without holding anything back!

"Crack!"

"Thud!"

Xu Jingzhe did not fear him in the slightest; his own internal energy erupted, and he met Wang Teng's punch head-on.

In terms of pure physical durability, Xu Jingzhe was not inferior to Wang Teng, but when it came to strength, how could he compare to Wang Teng, who had the power to slay a twenty-year Contaminator?

Wang Teng's hand bones fractured, his skin tore open, and blood dripped down.

As for Xu Jingzhe, he was sent flying by the punch, crashing through five consecutive brick rooms before collapsing, unable to rise.

"My bones... they actually cracked." Wang Teng stared blankly at his fist. He had tested it; its hardness exceeded that of a Grade 1 alloy!

Then how formidable must Lu Fei's physical body be?!

For a moment, he found it hard to accept.

Impossible, impossible!

Lu Fei was only sixteen, not a genius like the Adam Five or someone backed by powerful technology. Even if he had undergone the baptism nine times, could every single one have been effective?

Wouldn't he build up a drug resistance?

The reason the Old Art in Nüwa City and Pangu City was suppressed was precisely because they hadn't developed agents to reduce drug resistance. Otherwise, if the agents from Adam City or Eve City were made public and used by those practicing the Old Art in Nüwa and Pangu City to lower drug resistance, their strength would inevitably see explosive growth!

"Which main city are you from, after all!"

Wang Teng let out a roar and strode toward Xu Jingzhe.

However, he searched the entire area and could not find a trace of Xu Jingzhe.

"Ah!!!"

Wang Teng roared again, venting the fury in his heart. He had attacked, yet he had actually failed.

He had been careless!

...

On the other side, Qiu Jie was carrying Xu Jingzhe, having passed through seventeen or eighteen walls.

A sweetness rose in her throat, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hey, wake up." Qiu Jie slapped Xu Jingzhe's handsome face.

"Cough, cough..." Xu Jingzhe woke up, his whole body feeling like it was burning.

Wang Teng's full-power strike was too terrifying. The immense energy had traveled through his arm to his entire body; in that instant, it was like being struck by a high-voltage electric current, damaging his muscles and meridians.

If not for his powerful recovery ability, Xu Jingzhe would not have been able to wake up at all.

"Thank you, Qiu Jie."

"You... you saved me again," Xu Jingzhe said weakly.

His body needed energy to continuously recover. His frantic output earlier—being able to suppress Wang Teng, who had the strength of a twenty-year Contaminator, even for a moment with his current strength—had consumed a massive amount of energy.

"Who told you to be so... so handsome, kid." Qiu Jie leaned against the bed, also having no strength left to move.

The two of them fell asleep just like that.

Large basement.

It was oppressive, devoid of the previous laughter and joy.

Including Xu Jingzhe, sixteen people had gone out in total, but only eight had returned.

Basically everyone was wounded.

Uncle B was wearing sunglasses, standing there motionless, playing with two walnuts in his hand.

"Uncle B, the Wang family deployed too many people this time, and their equipment was good, too."

"It wasn't just the Wang family's special assistance team; there were also invisible assassins raised by the Wang family. They were almost all concentrated in the west, which is why our brothers suffered such heavy losses."

The one speaking was the captain of this group of invisible assassins—the same one who had wanted to compete with Xu Jingzhe on kill count—named Li Chenglong.

"Furthermore, I suspect there is something wrong with this newcomer!"