Chapter 048: One Versus a Hundred

In front of the grand staircase adorned with eighty-eight pearls in the north, hundreds of agents stood collectively dumbstruck, beads of cold sweat breaking across their foreheads. The memories of the earlier slaughter, when their ranks were shattered, lingered vividly—especially when this lumbering brute was the first platform master, the agents were all struck silent, shivering uncontrollably.

Yet, under the radiance of countless strands of golden sunlight, Le Xiaotian strode forward, his steps unwavering.

“Haha, a cripple dares to climb the tower? Haven’t the lessons of these days been harsh enough?”
“Are you planning to use psychological tactics since brute force won’t work?”
“Is this kid’s head a bit messed up?”

Standing on the eighty-eight stone steps, over a hundred enforcers, former agents, and notorious criminals jeered, their faces twisted with ridicule.

Le Xiaotian disliked unnecessary chatter during a fight, unless it served a purpose. As his left foot touched the first step, the enforcer opposite finally lumbered forward to strike. The man threw a straight punch, leveraging the height advantage—the right fist appeared swift, heavy, and powerful.

Swish!

A faint gust from the punch swept past, but failed to connect; Le Xiaotian’s head tilted naturally to the left, evading the attack with ease.

In the next instant, his left foot pressed firmly onto the step above, while his right hand slid beneath the enforcer’s right forearm to grip his shoulder, locking it in place. His entire body surged upward with a burst of force.

Crack!

A sharp sound of bone fracturing echoed. Le Xiaotian ascended another step as the enforcer screamed in agony.

A true master is revealed in a single move. This technique caused the hundreds of agents and enforcers to narrow their eyes in alarm. This young man’s control over his body was precise—a troublesome opponent indeed.

Their earlier contempt shifted to solemnity. In the next moment, the enforcers charged forward, murderous intent blazing.

From the front, left, and right, attacks came simultaneously, encircling him completely.

Le Xiaotian’s aura shifted as well, his speed and focus heightened, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

Whoosh!

In a leap and sidestep, his right foot pinned the left foot of the enforcer on the far right, while his left foot swung up to strike the side of the man’s knee. The perpendicular forces snapped the shin bone, breaking through the skin and drawing blood.

“Ugh—ah!” A pig-like scream erupted as the enforcer collapsed, clutching his leg, drenched in cold sweat.

Le Xiaotian spun, delivering a flying kick to the inner right thigh of the enforcer who’d tried to kick him moments earlier. The enforcer was sent crashing into several others before falling, clutching his leg and gritting his teeth in pain.

For the last man, Le Xiaotian’s right palm slammed down on the back of his right hand, pushing forward to snap his wrist.

“Ugh—ah!” Another chilling scream, and Le Xiaotian seized his wrist, twisting it sharply behind his back.

As the shoulder bone snapped with a crisp crack, the enforcer hadn’t even had time to scream again before his neck was wrenched and broken.

Le Xiaotian turned, ascended another step, and seized the ankle of a foot swinging toward him, twisting it outward with force.

A tearing agony ripped through the enforcer’s hip, prompting a painful howl.

Having landed the blow, Le Xiaotian released and flipped onto the next step, delivering a right elbow strike.

Bang!

The enforcer’s temple was pierced by the blow, leaving him dazed. As his body collapsed, his left cheek struck the hard stone step, instantly splitting open, blood streaming out.

Sidestepping, advancing, Le Xiaotian’s right hand curved and clamped onto another enforcer’s Adam’s apple.

Crack!

The fragile cartilage shattered. The enforcer instinctively clutched his throat, only able to emit muffled whimpers. After a few convulsions, his eyes bulged, breath ceased, and he collapsed lifeless.

Facing Le Xiaotian’s ruthless killing techniques, the enforcers surrounded him fiercely, undaunted by death, not yet reaching panic.

Bang!

A knee strike sent an enforcer flying to the edge of the steps, his neck shattered in the process.

As the crisp sound rang out, Le Xiaotian, kneeling on the enforcer’s chest, leaned back, expertly dodging a sweeping steel-like kick.

Yet, in the next moment, his right shoulder was struck heavily by a kick.

With a muffled grunt, Le Xiaotian was knocked over, rolling down as he was surrounded. His ferocity intensified, each move targeting vital points.

Crack, crack, crack!

The echoing sounds of bone breaking and the continual screams sent chills through the bodies of hundreds of agents and elite soldiers.

Le Xiaotian’s appearance was unremarkable, and his right leg was crippled.

But his control over his body was exceptional—strength, speed, agility, and flexibility combined perfectly.

Elbow strikes, wrist breaks, throat crushing, knife-hand chops, knee strikes, and kicks—each movement was fluid, never sluggish.

This brawl was a feast of broken bones and flesh; his attacks were all about breaking, grappling, and incapacitating, relying on the principle of perpendicular force collisions.

Gradually, the battle grew fiercer, and Le Xiaotian took several hits himself.

Fortunately, the eighty-eight platform master battle, as proposed by Zhang Hao, retained a measure of fairness.

Neither side used weapons—purely hand-to-hand combat, iron and blood.

“Hey, comrade, have you heard of the Star Soul secret unit?”
“This man is from Star Soul?”
“Never heard of it, but he’s unbelievably strong. One against a hundred.”
“I wonder, is this Ziyang the expert from earlier?”
“Probably not. The previous expert seemed even stronger.”
“Not necessarily. That shot earlier must have drained him. Do you think that’s possible?”

Faced with Le Xiaotian’s formidable assault, the agents began speculating, though none could link him to the expert in their minds.

Soon, the battle ended.

Over a hundred enforcers lay scattered across the steps, dead or wounded, all rendered powerless.

At last, Le Xiaotian reached the first circular platform.

In the brief lull after the rapid fight, Le Xiaotian tore at the collar of his shirt.

Throwing the garment violently to the ground, he shouted at the first platform master, the lumbering brute, “Damn it! I bought this Nine-Headed Dragon shirt for ten thousand just for the livestream, and now it’s ruined. You’re responsible!”

Standing two meters tall, the giant tower-like brute roared at Le Xiaotian, pounding his chest furiously, a cruel smile twisting his face.

“Gasp!” Hundreds of agents and elite soldiers drew in a collective breath.

Their astonishment wasn’t at Le Xiaotian’s ruined designer Nine-Headed Dragon shirt, nor at the brute himself.

It was at the tattoo over Le Xiaotian’s heart.

So dazzling!