**Chapter Sixty-One: Ultra-Strong Sixth Sense**
2015-06-14
**Author: Soren**
——“Landslide!”
The tall figure rushed in like a violent storm. As an advanced profession leaning towards the monk class, the strength of the Master of Fist is basically above the high levels. The woman in front sprang forward with a kick, covering more than ten meters in distance, her figure sweeping through the air, her long and strong thighs stirring up a haze of sand, directly whipping towards Soren’s abdomen.
Clang.
The Curved Blade “Ice d*ath” was instantly unsheathed, and Soren swung the blade upward in a horizontal slash.
Faced with the blade light coming from Soren, the tall woman showed no signs of panic; her long and strong legs tucked in, and surprisingly lifted her body off the ground without any point of support.
“Qi!?”
Soren’s pupils contracted instantly, and he curbed down to thrust the curved blade directly at her lower body.
——“Cloud Ladder!”
——“Ethereal Body!”
As Soren surged upward with the blade, the tall woman slightly furrowed her elegant willow-leaf eyebrows. She joined her palms, crackling electric sparks jumping in her palms, heading straight towards Soren while diving down, her figure unusually shifting half a meter sideways as she passed by Soren to avoid the blade light, her palms turning into a whirlwind aimed at striking Soren’s vital points.
——“Gale Attack!”
Electric arcs jumped in the air.
Soren was immediately alarmed in his heart, quickly shielding his chest to block the enemy’s attack. The adversary didn’t require a point of support; despite being in midair with nowhere to land, she could continuously launch attacks. The punches landed on Soren’s body, and while they didn’t feel overwhelmingly painful, he felt a jolt through his chest when she withdrew her fist, as if the force had penetrated his arms and struck directly at his organs. Tiny electric currents danced over Soren, and even with his exceptionally strong physique, he felt a tingling all over; if it were someone else, they probably would have been incapacitated by the electric current.
“Inch Power!?”
Soren’s figure dropped from the air. His chest heaved violently, and suddenly his throat tightened, with a trickle of bl**d appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Inch Power.
Or it could be called Dark Strength, as well as “Hitting the Cow Across the Mountain.”
A combat technique that ignores the opponent’s defensive capabilities; facing such an attack, Soren’s defense equipment essentially became ineffective, the opponent’s strength directly penetrating and attacking his organs. This is a power that can turn a heavily armored warrior into a joke. Under this special combat technique, any physical defense methods became essentially worthless.
——“Conceal Vision!”
Soren’s figure instantly vanished after landing, while the tall woman landed gracefully, her elegant eyebrows furrowing as she scanned the surroundings.
It was silent all around.
Soren seemed to have evaporated entirely, leaving no trace.
——“Shadow Leap!”
Soren’s figure suddenly appeared from behind her shadow, the curved blade gleaming with a cold light, directly stabbing towards her heart.
But.
Just as he launched his attack, the tall woman seemingly unaware of his presence, suddenly trembled all over and swiftly turned to dodge the incoming cold light behind her.
——“Instinctive Dodge!”
——“Ultra-Strong Sixth Sense!”
When Soren noticed that his attack was avoided, he felt a sense of dread and swung his blade upward horizontally.
Clang!
However, the following scene overturned his past combat experiences; the tall woman unexpectedly clapped her hands together, catching the curved blade he swung out.
——“Empty-Handed Catching a Sharp Blade!”
Crackling electric sparks flared. The current traveled along the weapon to Soren’s arm, as the tall woman revealed a cold smile at the corner of her mouth, let out a soft hum, and suddenly twisted her waist to spin. Her strong, powerful thighs clamped around Soren’s neck, locking onto his cervical vertebrae. Then, she exerted force, flipping him over onto the sandy ground.
Legendary!
This woman was undoubtedly a legendary Master of Fist!
Such reaction speed, such predictive ability, Soren even suspected that the opponent mastered the terrifying ability of “Sixth Sense.”
“Hmph!”
The tall woman adhered closely to Soren, her distance from him barely five centimeters. This close distance even allowed Soren to feel her long black hair fluttering during battle. Just as he thought to raise the curved blade, her elbow collided with his abdomen, followed by her fist striking his shoulder joint, making Soren feel as if his entire arm had gone completely numb, almost dropping the curved blade.
Elbow strikes, knee strikes, inch punches.
The storm of continuous techniques rained down on Soren, leaving him no chance to retaliate.
Any offensive move he attempted would be preemptively sensed by the enemy, hitting his weak points in an instant, rendering Soren unable to unleash even a shred of combat power. Especially those gloves that were constantly sparking with electricity; while they couldn’t deal significant harm to Soren, the electric arcs touching his body felt like a nightmare, each blow giving him the sensation of touching a high-voltage line.
In such a situation!
His combat ability was hardly even thirty percent of what it usually was.
The close-quarters attack power of the Master of Fist.
Stuck with the tall woman in front of him, Soren took over ten punches in just a second or two, feeling as if he were a human sandbag getting hit repeatedly by her.
If it weren’t for his astounding physique and remarkably strong vitality, he would have probably been taken down long ago!
Clang.
Facing the enemy’s frenzied storm-like attacks, Soren finally made a decision; he directly released the Curved Blade “Ice d*ath” from his hand, instantly pivoting and stepping forward to crash into her body with his shoulder.
——“Sticking Mountain Lean!”
Accompanied by the heavy sound of body collisions, the fiercely attacking tall woman was finally knocked back a few steps by Soren.
The distance instantly widened!
Soren quickly reached out to grasp the Curved Blade on the ground, while the tall woman shot forward, striking his chest with her palm.
Crackling electric light jumped.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Soren’s mouth; the hand grasping for the Curved Blade suddenly withdrew, and the next moment, a faint golden cold light emerged in his palm. As the tall woman charged towards him, he swung the exquisite golden dagger directly at her chest.
She fell for it!
The tall woman’s expression turned stern. With her forward momentum gone, she suddenly twisted and dodged while her long and powerful leg kicked fiercely at Soren’s chest.
Bang!
Both of them were sent flying.
Soren pressed his hand against his chest and coughed lightly, while the tall woman placed her hand on her elbow, where a slight bl**d mark appeared; if it weren’t for her outstanding dodging ability, it could have cost her half her life.
After all, the Master of Fist doesn’t use any other weapons besides fist wraps, and she hardly wears any armor at all. (Note: Armor type.)
“Absolutely a Sixth Sense!”
Soren shifted his foot lightly, placing the exquisite golden dagger horizontally across his chest; the Master of Fist’s breakthrough ability was too strong; once the distance narrowed, the curved blade would rather become cumbersome compared to the nimble golden dagger. The woman in front of him likely possessed a supernatural ability akin to the ‘Sixth Sense,’ otherwise it would be impossible for her to continuously dodge Soren’s attacks or even predict where he might strike. Soren also had the specialty of “Instinctive Dodge,” but when fighting the tall woman in front of him, it felt as if it didn’t exist at all. The only explanation must be that she possessed a more powerful supernatural specialized ability, completely suppressing Soren’s instinctive dodging effect.
——“Shadow Steps!”
The woman’s expression remained cold as she stared at Soren, removing a hair tie from her left arm. Without even glancing at the bl**d mark on her arm, she gently tied up her long black hair. Only now did Soren notice that she still had a hair tie on her arm; after neatly tying her hair into a clean ponytail, the tall woman’s aura suddenly became even more intimidating.
——“Shock!”
——“Inch Power: Landslide!”
The tall woman suddenly leaped high, gliding through the air like a wild goose, her ponytail flailing in the wind, delivering a sharp blow directly at Soren.
“Stop!”
But just as Soren gripped the exquisite golden dagger, ready to face her, the Eastern Dance Maiden suddenly appeared, shouting at the tall woman in mid-air: “Ti! Don’t fight! He’s not the enemy!”
………………(To be continued ~^~)
