area51novel Chapter 931 Confrontation with Rum
Chapter 931 Confrontation with Rum
boom!
Rum struck first, delivering a swift straight punch straight to Baijiu's face, the force of the blow fierce.
Baijiu reacted with lightning speed, tilting his head swiftly as his fist grazed Rum's cheekbone. Almost simultaneously, Baijiu's left hand shot out like a venomous snake, grabbing Rum's wrist as he threw the punch, while his right elbow slammed into Rum's chest!
Rum seemed to have anticipated this, and with a clever twist of his wrist, he not only broke free from the grappling, but also struck out with his other hand, deflecting Baijiu's elbow strike.
The two touched and separated, only to collide again in an instant.
This was an extremely dangerous battle fought in an extreme environment.
The roof of the car beneath my feet was slippery and constantly swaying; any misstep could lead to an irreversible plunge into the abyss.
Both men's movements were extremely concise and efficient, without any fancy tricks or feints. Every strike went straight for the vital points—joints, throat, temples.
*Snap!* Baijiu Ge delivered a high sweeping kick, then followed up with a low sweeping kick aimed at Rum's lower body.
Rum nimbly leaped to avoid it, but his foot slipped slightly as he landed. Baijiu seized this fleeting opportunity and delivered a vicious jab straight for his center.
Rum, however, displayed astonishing flexibility while off balance. With a strange twist of his body, he dodged the punch and slashed at Baijiu's neck with lightning speed!
The liquor was drunk quickly and then tilted back, the coldness of the hand grazing the skin.
He seized the opportunity to grab Rum's arm, which had not yet retracted, and tried to throw him away, but Rum's lower body was as stable as a rock. Instead, he used the force to get closer and slammed his knee into Baijiu's abdomen!
Ugh! Baijiu grunted, taking the blow head-on, but his grip on the other's arm didn't loosen at all. His other elbow slammed down on Rum's knee like a hammer!
The two men tumbled and leaped on the roof of the car, the sounds of their fists and feet mingling with the noise of the wind and the rumble of the wheels.
The sweat that had just seeped out of my pores was blown away by the strong wind, leaving only a burning pain and muscles taut to the extreme.
They were indeed evenly matched, with their offense and defense switching so fast it was dazzling. For a time, neither could gain the upper hand, resulting in a brutal stalemate.
Fists and kicks clashed, and every attack and defense was fraught with danger.
Just as White Wine Graham was about to unleash a vicious heart-splitting claw attack and turn to retaliate, his peripheral vision caught a sudden, unusual phenomenon appearing above the track ahead—
A huge, flashing red warning light, like a sudden giant, was coming straight at the speeding train!
Its hanging position is neither too high nor too low, just at the height of the upper body of a standing person.
Rum also sensed the danger at almost the same instant.
A fleeting, sharp decision crossed his cold face. He immediately abandoned his impending continuous attack, and his body, as if his bones had been removed, abruptly slumped onto the wet, cold car roof.
The enormous warning light, accompanied by suffocating wind pressure, swept past the two people almost touching their backs!
The flashing red light even briefly stained the skin on the back of their necks, and the strong airflow generated by the metal lampposts made their scalps tingle.
Life and death hang in the balance in those fractions of a second.
As the lamppost swept past, the two could even feel the hard metal object brushing against them from above.
Several light bulbs continuously shuttled overhead.
Vermouth stopped in front of the heavy metal door of the driver's cab. The door handle remained motionless, and the electronic lock emitted a relentless red light.
She rammed the door a few times, a dull pain shooting through her shoulder, but the door remained firmly in place.
She stopped making futile attempts, leaned back against the cold carriage wall, and breathed heavily.
His fingertips tapped impatiently on the wall, his brain racing, searching for other ways to get into the driver's seat.
Outside the car window, the scenery rushed past at an alarming speed, as if silently reminding her that time was running out.
The obstacles above had disappeared, and the gale once again became the sole ruler.
The liquor and rum almost simultaneously sprang up from their prone positions and regained their footing.
Without the slightest pause, Rum's eyes flashed with ferocity. With a low growl, he charged towards Baijiu like an arrow released from a bow!
When he was just a few steps away, he suddenly leaped into the air and delivered a fierce flying kick straight to Bai Jiu's chest, the sole of his shoe whistling sharply!
That kick came too fast and too hard! Bai Jiu's pupils contracted slightly. In the nick of time, he only had time to turn his body to the side at the limit!
"Hey!"
The shoe tip grazed his shoulder, tearing his combat uniform and causing a burning sting to his skin. But it had avoided a vital spot.
Rum missed his first strike, and using the momentum, he tumbled twice in the air to dissipate the force. The moment he landed steadily, his right hand was already reaching behind him.
With a flash of cold light, he grasped a long, sharp dagger in his hand, its tip gleaming deadly in the hazy mist.
He stared intently at the liquor, like a hungry wolf locking onto its prey.
Bai Jiu steadied himself, glanced at the tear on his shoulder, and his eyes turned completely cold.
He did not back down, nor did he even look for weapons.
He simply adjusted his breathing, assumed a close-quarters fighting stance, clenched his fists, and his knuckles made a slight popping sound.
Facing a blade barehanded is extremely dangerous, but the aura emanating from him was even more chilling than the dagger itself.
The air between the two seemed to freeze, with only the roar of the train and the howling of the wind remaining.
The next second, Rum moved, the dagger drawing a sinister arc as it thrust straight at him!
Baijiu swayed slightly, narrowly avoiding the blade.
The cold glint of the dagger wove a web of death in the mist.
Rum's attacks are ruthless and efficient, without any unnecessary frills. Every thrust and every slash has a very clear target—directly aimed at the heart of the liquor!
The blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound, each time narrowly missing Baijiu's chest and ribs.
Baijiu (Chinese liquor) brings out the body's flexibility to the fullest.
He moved swiftly on the constantly swaying roof of the car, his steps as agile as a butterfly flitting among flowers, each dodge relying almost entirely on muscle memory and animalistic instinct.
He sometimes leaned back, letting the blade sweep across the tip of his nose;
Sometimes it would slide to the side, the cold metal brushing against his waist and abdomen, taking away a piece of fabric;
He would retreat rapidly at times, the tip of the knife always following him like a shadow, only inches away from his heart.
He couldn't easily parry; facing a sharp blade barehanded, any attempt to block could result in serious injury to his arm.
He could only dodge, focusing intently on dodging, searching for any fleeting opening in the opponent's storm of attacks.
Sweat dripped from his forehead, stinging his eyes, but he dared not blink too hard.
The whole world seemed to shrink, leaving only the ever-approaching, retracting blade tip and Rum's murderous eyes.
The roar of the wheels and the howling of the wind became background noise; all he could hear was his own rapid heartbeat and the sound of the blade cutting through the air.
This is a dance with death, so fast it's breathtaking.
Rum's offensive was like a never-ending tide, while the liquor was like a reef in a raging torrent, seemingly about to be swallowed up at any moment, but always narrowly escaping at the last moment.
However, the sustained high-intensity dodging took a huge toll on his stamina, and Baijiu's breathing became increasingly heavy.
Rum seized an opportunity, his wrist suddenly shifted, and after a feint, the dagger slashed upwards from an extremely tricky angle!
Bai Jiu's pupils contracted sharply, and she retreated to the limit, but the sharp knife tip still managed to slit a hole in her clothes with a "rip".
A cold line ran down my skin, followed by a burning pain, and blood slowly seeped out.
A cruel smile curled at the corner of Rum's lips, and his attack intensified.
Bai Jiu's gaze grew increasingly cold and calm; he knew he couldn't continue to be passive like this.