The Universe Is Innately Just 213 Memory Of The Slums Part Five

Right after the first exchange, Fell came to understand that the red-haired man was one strong body cultivator. It was the first time in his life, fighting someone who surpa.s.sed him with body cultivation, and every aftershock of their hit would leave Fell a bitter taste in the back of the throat.

The two opened exchanged dozens of fists, and kept going. The number of attacks exchanged soon broke through the hundredth, and finally, they separated and stood a few meters away from each other.

"I guess you're quite the real deal.", said the red-haired man with a bloodied grin on his lips.

"Can say the same to you.", responded Fell while spitting a mouthful of blood.

Fell's right hand could be seen trembling, and the skin near his fist was red as if he had been smashing his fist against steel plates. "Such a hard body…", thought Fell while lightly swaying his right hand.

The two opponents stepped forward, and clouds of dust billowed in the wasteland. The strength of their legs caused the ground under them to splinter, and to open up in two as if it was fragile clay. Their figures would disappear from one place and reappear in a different corner of the wasteland.

They fought with every inch of physical strength that laid in their muscles and traded one fist with another without any hesitation. Their faces, soon turned, bloodied and Fell nearly had teeth knocked out

Sounds of laughter exploded. At the same time, the ground under them ruptured. The wind screamed at every movement from the pair of body cultivators, and the impact of their fists produced a sound similar to two colliding trains made of steel. A cacophony of sight and sound took place in the deserted place

Time pa.s.sed, and with each minute that flowed, hundredth of moves would be shared between the two opponents. Their savage fighting style turned the wasteland in the Core into an apocalyptic scenery. Short mountains had risen from the Earth, and pits created with a move from their limbs.

Dozens of minutes pa.s.sed. But to the two fighters, it felt as if not even twenty-second had pa.s.sed after the start of the fight.

The intensity of their attack rose with the length of the fight; at some point, the red-haired man grabbed Fell by the arm and threw him out of the wasteland.

The young cultivator's figure flew out of the ample deserted s.p.a.ce, and his body began falling toward a narrow street close to the coliseum. Fell recovered himself and somersaulted on the ground a few times to reduce the momentum acc.u.mulated in his body. The moment his body came to a stop, he heard a hearty burst of laughter, and he raised his head and put his guard.

"You're good, you're good!". Exclaimed the red-haired man with arms raised in the air; his limbs snapped forward, turning into shadows that encompa.s.sed the area in front of Fell.

A drilling noise reverberated in the street, and the ground under Fell broke down to bits as he began retreating with a raised guard.

The savage and destructive man pushed Fell out of the narrow street.  The pairs arrived in a vast plaza where the coliseum was constructed, sounds of footsteps resounded between the barrage of punches they sent.

Before long, the numerous gladiators had arrived in the place, with Sifiso among them who couldn't help but look at the fight with a strange gaze.

After only a few seconds in the plaza. A wall was taken down, and Fell inadvertently threw the red-haired men into an old boutique. When the man flew out of the shop, he head-b.u.t.ted the young cultivator and caused him to be thrown straight toward a small habitation.

Their surroundings were breaking down at a fast pace. One wall after another was destroyed and fell down with loud thuds, raising gigantic billows of dust in the plaza. At some point and due to their fights, a significant layer of dust had acc.u.mulated on the ground. Sifiso had an unsightly expression on his face, and he couldn't help but advance and speak in a loud tone.

"You b.a.s.t.a.r.d, you're going to destruct the last remaining standings s.h.i.ts in this town.", his voice boomed through the plaza and managed to enter the fighters' ears.

They looked around them for a second. And Fell flashed an indecent and shameful, self-deprecating grin on his face, while the red-haired man didn't show any expression. He looked around, and unwillingness to stop flashed in his eyes before stopping. Even with his strength, in his heart, he couldn't ignore Sifiso's request and unwillingly stopped fighting.

"You're strong, but I don't think you will beat me without using that sword.", said the red-haired man toward Fell in a manner of fact tone. A glimpse of pride escaped from his eyes, and it could be seen that he knew that his body was stronger than Fell's physique.

Although the strength and tenacity of their body weren't that different, Fell's body had a certain, sharp trait in it, while the red-haired man was more explosive and well rounded in every aspect. His speed, power, and endurance weren't to be belittled, and Fell was absolutely certain that the man had hidden his card deep.

What he had shown him was only the visible part of the iceberg. What was hidden under his sea of potential could only be revealed when the red-haired man would fight with his life on the line.

"Huh…", grunted Fell while contracting his back. He wiggled around a little, and manage to dislodge himself from a wall he had smashed in. The steel-plated wall had a large dent in it, the size of Fell's figure, and was bent at a near forty-five-degree angle.