Zheng Yingshan was genuinely shocked. He had thought Yang Xiaokun, who seemed to have no power to resist, would possess such a move. If his reaction had been even a fraction slower, the injury could have been much more severe.
His current wounds were not light, and the blood had flowed incessantly. Fortunately, the Light Sword hadn't struck any of the other vital points on his body, or it would have been far more troublesome.
Click! Zheng Yingshan quickly tapped several acupoints around his wound, and the bleeding abruptly stopped.
Yang Xiaokun gritted his teeth. His opponent could actually perform acupressure to stop bleeding.
"Do you think I'm as overconfident as you are about killing my enemies? So, why would I tell you my Quirk?" Yang Xiaokun sneered. "I already understand your Quirk now. I just need to ensure you can't touch me. But you, you still have no idea what my Quirk is."
Zheng Yingshan's expression darkened. Yang Xiaokun's words were clearly mocking him. He had boasted about easily killing his opponent, but now he was the one injured. This was the price of carelessness.
Indeed, he had been too confident. Several people had already died by his Quirk. Those individuals were all operating in the gray areas of society, so their deaths went unnoticed. However, after killing that man last month, the Police Department and Pro Heroes had gotten involved.
Left with no choice, he had joined the League of Villains ahead of schedule. He hadn't originally planned to join them so soon.
At this moment, Zheng Yingshan also felt how troublesome Yang Xiaokun was. He didn't dare to be careless again.
Now, both of them were injured. Yang Xiaokun didn't want to continue the fight, and Zheng Yingshan was also considering retreating. Although his bleeding had stopped, he was still wounded. If he were slashed again by his opponent, he might not be able to escape.
It was like a lion on the savannah; it could face a pack of wolves alone, but once injured, even if it could fight off three wolves, it would eventually be brought down by the pack.
Moreover, the Yang Xiaokun before him wasn't a wolf, but a tiger—someone capable of contending with him.
Zheng Yingshan also shelved his disdain. He understood that every Transmigrator was extraordinary. Their Quirks might be different, but their strength definitely wouldn't be too far apart, unless one of them was lazy and idle all day—the only exception.
But clearly, Yang Xiaokun wasn't that kind of idler. Nurtured by U.A. High School, his growth might be slower, but it was relatively safer.
As for Zheng Yingshan, he was in the dark zone, living on the edge every day. His combat ability might be much stronger than Yang Xiaokun's, but it was by no means an overwhelming advantage.
"Let's end the fight here for today. I underestimated you. But next time, you can just wait for death." Zheng Yingshan slowly turned and walked away. "However, in a week, you'll be a cripple. Perhaps you'll never have another chance to fight me."
Yang Xiaokun had no intention of giving chase. His stamina was greatly depleted, and he was injured as well. If he truly fought Zheng Yingshan to the death, it was uncertain who would perish.
But Yang Xiaokun didn't plan on a fight to the finish. Clearly, Zheng Yingshan didn't want one either. Perhaps Zheng Yingshan knew Yang Xiaokun would be a cripple in a week, so there was no need to fight to the bitter end now.
Today, Yang Xiaokun had used all his ultimate moves. The Light Sword was an offensive ability he had developed recently. If he reduced the range of the Light Sword, the damage would increase exponentially, but the area of effect would shrink.
The slash he landed on Zheng Yingshan earlier was wide-range. He had wanted Zheng Yingshan to bleed and fight him. However, Yang Xiaokun miscalculated; Zheng Yingshan could actually use acupressure to seal his meridians and stop the bleeding.
Watching Zheng Yingshan leave, Yang Xiaokun felt helpless. Dozens of seconds later, Zheng Yingshan disappeared from his sight.
The wind around them still blew. Normally, this chill wouldn't affect Yang Xiaokun, but now he felt cold all over.
His left rib throbbed with pain. Yang Xiaokun lifted his clothes and looked, seeing a purple spot surrounded by twisted, uneven purple lines spreading in all directions.
"Am I really going to stop here?" Yang Xiaokun knelt on one knee. He felt somewhat weak now, as if his time was running out.
"Let's find a place to rest first..." Yang Xiaokun stood up and walked towards a nearby abandoned building. At least inside, he could rest properly for a while. He was extremely tired now, and his body felt heavy.
"Damn it!" Zheng Yingshan leaned against the wall of an uninhabited building, using both hands to take off his black cloak, then removed the clothes underneath, revealing the long gash.
"It was almost a death point." Zheng Yingshan took out a small bottle of medicinal powder from inside his cloak, opened it, and, gritting his teeth, poured it onto the wound.
"Ah..." Zheng Yingshan cried out in pain. This was his second time being injured. The first was by an underground hero, where their combat abilities were vastly different. This time, he was injured by Yang Xiaokun.
In a way, he would rather be injured by Yang Xiaokun, since they were both Transmigrators. Yet, he felt a surge of frustration in his heart; he had been too careless. He could have eliminated Yang Xiaokun without getting injured.
What was past was past. In the coming week, Yang Xiaokun would suffer and then become a cripple. So, the stone in Zheng Yingshan's heart finally settled; at least, a future formidable enemy had been eliminated.
Meanwhile, Yang Xiaokun leaned against a dilapidated wall, panting heavily. His vision began to blur, and his body grew weak. The purple lines on his left rib expanded further, spreading to his back.
Yang Xiaokun slowly took out the signal transmitter Wu Shiyin had given him from his pocket. He truly had no fighting strength left; he could only call for help from the outside.
He had initially thought he could be of some help in the USJ incident, but unfortunately, he had only managed to deal with a few minor players. However, Yang Xiaokun knew that if Zheng Yingshan had targeted the other students instead of him, the consequences might have been even more disastrous.
Perhaps Zheng Yingshan wasn't very interested in the original characters of this world. It was like four gamers playing a game where the game world is virtual, and the people inside move according to the world's set trajectory.
And they, the four players, were the true interlopers in this world. That was why Zheng Yingshan was so intent on targeting him and desperately wanted to kill him.
After all, killing one now meant one less enemy to face five years later.
Beep beep beep~
The signal from the transmitter pierced through the USJ facility, sending a distress call to the nearby Police Department and Pro Heroes.
At this moment, all the students were fighting desperate battles, including Shota Aizawa, who was already severely wounded.
And Tenya Iida was already on his way to report to U.A. High School. But all of this seemed to accelerate the moment Yang Xiaokun pressed the signal alarm.
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