Chapter 914 - 736: Intense Battle, Isn’t It Nice to Just Be a Spectator?

Chapter 914: Chapter 736: Intense Battle, Isn’t It Nice to Just Be a Spectator?

The whirlwind kick barely swept over his head and the Mechanical Department man’s lower body, hitting the house behind.

The old brick wall, like butter cut by a hot knife, was smoothly sliced in half, and the upper part slowly slid down, stirring up even more dust.

"Ah—!!!"

The Mechanical Department man let out a piercing scream in the air that was so shrill it changed pitch, and his urine uncontrolledly drenched his pants as the sensation of weightlessness and brushing past death almost stopped his heart.

He deeply regretted coming along with Worries Relief Studio to watch the performance.

Wouldn’t it be better to honestly remain a spectator in the rear!

Now, look what happened. The spectator has turned into an actor, most likely the type that exits permanently—ahhhh—

Chen Ya advanced again, alternating between finger gun and whirlwind kick, sometimes engaging in close combat, sometimes executing long-range slashes, his form moving with high speed like a specter, elusive and unpredictable.

Even more indefensible was his entire body, seemingly transformed into a launching nest of secret weapons.

With sleeves fluttering, pants legs swinging, and even during the gaps between opening and closing his mouth, poisoned silver needles unexpectedly shot out with extremely tricky angles, targeting weak points like the eyes, joint gaps, and even ear holes, forcing the White Mask to split his attention remarkably.

The White Mask maximized his advantage of small stature and uncanny footwork.

He moved like a white ghost, maneuvering rapidly amidst the storm whipped up by Chen Ya, his actions completely devoid of predictable patterns, sometimes darting close to the ground like a lynx, sometimes leaping and flipping like a monkey.

Fists, feet, elbows, knees, and even unexpected headbutts; every hard part of his body was turned into a deadly weapon, and his moves were ruthless, direct, and highly efficient.

Moreover, his strength was astonishingly large, far exceeding the limits of what his petite body should possess. Each clash with Chen Ya’s limbs, covered by the reinforcement effect of the iron block, produced a dull thud, making one’s eardrums tingle.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rose and fell repeatedly.

In the next instant, Chen Ya caught a slight flaw during the White Mask’s attempt to block the finger gun, and his form rose sharply, flipping like a kite, cleverly maneuvering to the upper diagonal of the White Mask, just evading the latter’s fierce elbow strike that was closely following.

His legs were like motors, rapidly executing whirlwind kicks at a dizzying speed.

Whirlwind Kick: Chaos!

Not just one, but a dozen invisible vacuum slashes interweaving into a web of death, emitting a "whoosh" slicing sound, descending from above like a heavenly net covering the White Mask on the ground.

"Puff puff puff puff—!"

Most of the whirlwind kicks missed, slashing fiercely on the ground, creating a terrifying network of crisscrossed marks, sending stone shards flying like bullets.

However, two of the most deceptively angled slashes accurately struck the White Mask’s back and the outer side of his left leg.

"Crack!"

The external exoskeleton on the back split open with a long centipede-like crack, faintly revealing the complex wiring and components sparking inside.

Moreover, the armor on the outer side of the left leg was chipped away, scattering fragments, exposing underneath... seemingly some kind of silver-white material.

"Chance!"

Chen Ya’s eyes flashed with brilliance. He landed with slightly bent knees, perfectly cushioning the impact, and immediately executed the shave again, his form advancing like a fired cannonball towards the White Mask, whose movements had slightly paused due to the injury.

The finger gun stabbed directly, aiming at the exposed back opening due to the damaged exoskeleton.

But the White Mask’s battle instinct and adaptability were equally ruthless.

He didn’t attempt to turn around to block — it was too late for that — instead, he twisted his torso even more thoroughly along the direction of Chen Ya’s advance.

This not only cleverly avoided the vital spot on his back, but his rotating arm also swung back like a steel whip without bones, using the enormous power from his waist rotation to reverse and strike at Chen Ya’s temple.

Chen Ya could not dodge and hastily activated the iron block to resist.

"Boom!"

Like the sound of a struck bell.

Chen Ya felt his head buzz, as if thousands of bees were flapping their wings simultaneously inside his skull; his vision instantly darkened, and countless golden stars swam disorderly.

Warm liquid from the corner of his brow immediately flowed down his cheek, staining his view red.

What terrifying force, even the iron block was shattered this time.

And at the moment of the head receiving a heavy blow, Chen Ya’s instinctive secret weapon technique was also triggered reflexively.

Dozens of fine silver needles burst out from the sleeve of his other hand, the folds of his collar, and even amidst his hair loosened by the impact, like a startled swarm of bees.

Scattering Flowers of the Goddess, indiscriminately enveloping the White Mask’s head and neck region at such close proximity!

The White Mask abruptly tilted his head, attempting to avoid most attacks.

Most of the flying needles "dinged" against his mask and neck armor, bouncing off or sliding away.

Yet three or four managed to exploit tiny gaps in the armor connections, successfully embedding into the side of his face, with even one directly piercing through the edge of the mask, creating a visible crack in the pale mask.

"Hmm..."

A barely detectable muffled groan came from beneath the mask, with the White Mask’s movements temporarily faltering.

Evidently, the toxin refined on the silver needles was not ordinary; it was some neurotoxin capable of directly affecting or killing nervous functions.

The White Mask not instantly succumbing was solely due to his remarkable toxin resistance.