X-ray Eyes Little Wild Doctor-Chapter 222 - 217: The Night of the Decisive Battle

Seeing Ye Tian’s ferocious approach, even the King of Hell was shocked.

In a duel between masters, victory or defeat could often be decided in an instant. The King of Hell had no time to think further; he took a deep breath, let out a loud shout, and charged forward, delivering a mid-air strike with brute force.

"Boom!" Their fists collided in mid-air.

The King of Hell felt an overwhelming force surge from Ye Tian’s fist, causing his whole body to tremble. As he fell from the sky, he quickly circulated his unique evil power to neutralize the force of the punch.

Ye Tian rushed up to the villa and struck from below, punching the King of Hell and sending him staggering back. Lightly touching the railing on the second floor with his toes, he launched a second attack, aiming a kick directly at his opponent’s face.

The King of Hell had not yet regained his footing when he sensed the fierce wind of the attack. Knowing the kick was powerful, he didn’t dare to be careless and immediately mustered ten layers of force to fend off with all his might.

With a thud, Ye Tian’s kick landed heavily on him. The King of Hell groaned, not injured but propelled forcefully against the balcony railings. Amidst the crashing sounds, the entire balcony turned into a waste area. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

"King of Hell, old ghost, I want your damned life!"

Ye Tian immediately executed a high-pressure slashing kick. His right leg swung high over his head, like a guillotine blade, cleaving straight towards the King of Hell. The force was so intense that a hit would not result in death but surely in flaying skin.

The King of Hell let out a loud ’Hei!’ Despite being a giant in the path of evil, he was no simpleton; he suddenly flickered thrice, using three different techniques to intercept the leg blade within a short span of time, effectively weakening the strength of the leg blade by a third.

Ye Tian’s eyes lit up as he sneered, "Didn’t expect you to resort to your trump card so soon. King of Hell, old ghost, you’re too weak!"

As he spoke, he suddenly exerted force in his leg, as heavy as Mount Tai, pressuring the King of Hell who struggled to breathe, almost to his knees on the balcony.

The once high and mighty King of Hell, with Ye Tian’s leg weighing down his shoulder, knelt on one knee!

The King of Hell clenched his teeth tightly, as a terrifying vibrating power transferred from Ye Tian’s leg, through his body, and onto the balcony, accumulating more and more force. The King of Hell’s waist bent increasingly, his forehead getting closer to the ground, seemingly about to kowtow to Ye Tian in a greatly ironic scene.

The shoddily built second-floor balcony could not withstand the horrifying force, and with the sounds of snapping and cracking, it suddenly collapsed completely. The ground beneath the King of Hell’s feet crumbled, reducing the pressure on him significantly, and he, along with Ye Tian and the debris, fell down together.

In that falling moment, Ye Tian transformed his palm into a claw attempting to grab the King of Hell’s shoulder with the ferocity of a tiger seizing a sheep.

Amidst the dust cloud, the King of Hell felt the power approaching from behind and knew Ye Tian was striking again. He hurriedly swung a punch backward, colliding with Ye Tian’s hand. His punch carried significant force, and in mid-air, the interaction of their powers flung him backward even faster.

As soon as the King of Hell’s feet touched the ground, Ye Tian’s aggressive assault resumed, launching dozens of punches in the blink of an eye, forcing the King of Hell to fend off desperately.

Under the bright moon, Ye Tian’s punches roared, sending sandstone flying. The red maples around him wilted from the force of his punches, cascading down in a beautiful shower.

The King of Hell, knowing Ye Tian’s internal fist technique was formidable, could only try to dodge while countering. Yet, Ye Tian’s speed was astonishing; escape was impossible.

"Wind-Rolling Clouds!" Ye Tian shouted, feinting and delivering a solid kick. This move was the culmination of his leg technique, truly incomparable when executed.

The King of Hell only saw a blur, as if thousands of legs were kicking at him at once. Unable to discern the real from the feints, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his face. He heard the sound of his nasal bone breaking just before his body was sent flying backward, crashing through the fence along the U River and splashing into the mire on the riverbank in utter disarray.

Ye Tian’s face was pale as he, too, felt unwell because of the Crystal, but he let out a cold laugh and jumped down to the U River. Despite standing in the muck, his feet did not sink.

The King of Hell, muddied in his once-proud black robe, slowly rose from the mire by the riverbank. Devoid of his usual domineering presence, he seemed diminished and pitiful.

"King of the Night, even if you kill me, it’s no use. Your death is certain!" Despite his disheveled appearance, the King of Hell retained his defiant attitude.

Ye Tian didn’t waste words on him. Knowing his adversary was mad and desperate to wring the secrets of the Crystal from him, he first intended to make the King of Hell suffer deeply.

Gliding over the mud as if skiing, Ye Tian moved swiftly. After several leaps, he stood before the King of Hell, his initial attacks like a whirlwind and downpour, dazzling to witness.

Compared to the agile and elusive Ye Tian, the King of Hell was much less adept, his feet deeply stuck in the mud. In such a difficult situation, he couldn’t move and was left only to take the blows.

Under the bright moon, by the U River.

The two unparalleled masters began another duel. The fight had just begun, but the outcome was already sealed.

Ye Tian punched the Dark Lord in the chest, unleashing the Vibrating Power that shattered his bones. Following through with his fist turned claw, his fingers clamped down like evil iron pincers, gripping the Dark Lord’s legs. With a twist of his wrist and a crisp snap, the Dark Lord’s legs were broken.

"Ah!" The disheveled Dark Lord let out a cry of pain.

Ye Tian closed in, seizing his throat. With just a bit of effort, he could end the Dark Lord’s life.

"What exactly is the secret of the Crystal Ball, and how can it be lifted? Speak!" Ye Tian demanded loudly.

Thinking the Dark Lord had no strength left to resist, unexpectedly, he powered through on one leg and sprung from the mud, throwing two punches. These punches, neither entirely straight nor curved, were incredibly peculiar and utterly unpredictable.

With the Tai Chi Cloud Hands, Ye Tian parried these two punches, thinking to himself that the Dark Lord truly lived up to being an Evil King. The sophistication of just these two punches was unparalleled, with perhaps no more than three people in the entire world who could match them.

The Dark Lord stood on a large rock by the edge of the Wu River, his black robe torn, revealing charred skin underneath. Already unattractive, his appearance under the full moon now gave off the vibe of a hellish demon.

He sneered, "King of the Night, do you really think you can kill me? You’re sorely mistaken."

Ye Tian didn’t respond. His body light as a feather, he stood quietly on the mud.

"Your internal martial arts are indeed profound, and you, Ye Tian, do possess supernatural powers. But, I must tell you, you’re doomed! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!" The Dark Lord’s face was smeared with blood, which made his laughter all the more terrifying.

As he spoke, he suddenly produced a Crystal Ball. Ye Tian instantly frowned; this crystal was identical to the one inside him, also filled with red clotting blood, giving him an odd sensation.

Ye Tian could ascertain that this Crystal Ball was somehow linked to the one within him, even guessing that his internal crystal turned red for no reason but because of this very Crystal Ball.

"I must destroy it! Sever the connection!" That was Ye Tian’s first thought.

In the midst of his laughter, the Dark Lord’s expression turned serious. With his right hand forming a secret seal and chanting under his breath, the floating Crystal Ball in his palm began to shine brightly.

"Not good!" Ye Tian frowned.

Though he didn’t know what the other was up to, Ye Tian was certain that it was nothing good.

Whoosh! Ye Tian transformed into a gust of wind and vanished, appearing instantly before the Dark Lord. As the Crystal Ball glowed intensely, Ye Tian didn’t hesitate to strike it with his palm. The Crystal Ball, extremely hard, fell into the mud and was promptly picked up by Ye Tian.

"No!" The Dark Lord was furious, even hysterical.

"Tell me, what’s the secret of this crystal?" Ye Tian wiped the mud off the Crystal Ball but found it was as clean and transparent as ever.

"Keep dreaming!" The Dark Lord spat, but Ye Tian dodged it.

Ye Tian’s brows furrowed: "In the past, you didn’t die by my hand because heaven felt you hadn’t suffered enough, thus letting you linger on. However, tonight, I must kill you!"

With that, he delivered a smashing elbow strike to the Dark Lord’s chest. The already shattered chest couldn’t withstand such a heavy blow, caving in as broken bones crushed the organs, causing agonizing pain that nearly made the Dark Lord pass out.

As the Dark Lord vomited blood, his life seemed to hang by a thread, as if he couldn’t even muster the strength to breathe. But his sinister eyes were fixed on Ye Tian. If looks could kill, Ye Tian would have been slain thousands of times over.

"You’ve been my enemy since the Dark World, and up to this day, we cannot coexist under the same sky. Wherever there is Ye Tian, there is no place for you, Dark Old Ghost!" Ye Tian said coldly, "The thing I hate most are those eyes of yours, like a serpent, like hooks!"

With a nimble turn of his palm, a Dragon-whisker Needle appeared. With a flick of his finger, the needle became a streak of light, burrowing into the Dark Lord’s eyeball under the cold moon, blood spurting forth immediately.

"My eyes, my eyes!" The Dark Lord clutched his bleeding eye, howling with all his might.

Ye Tian felt no compassion for him. Flipping his palm once more, another Dragon-whisker Needle appeared, shimmering distinctly under the moonlight, its point giving off a piercingly cold gleam.

"What are you going to do?" The Dark Lord was noticeably tense.

"Tell me the secret of the Crystal Ball, tell me how to dissolve it," Ye Tian said icily. "Otherwise, you’ll lose your other eye. I suppose you don’t want to be blind, so let out that secret."

At these words, the Dark Lord suddenly burst into laughter, seemingly forgetting the pain in his eyes, the wounds on his body, and nearly bending over from the hilarity.