The Moonlight Swordsman

Chapter 292 Yongiri Vs Soren (Part 3)

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With a defiant glare, Soren extended his hand, taunting Yongiri to come at him and challenge him once more.

Soren got ready for the eventual crash as Yongiri's anger drove him forward. He extended both hands, intercepting the oncoming punch. 

The impact seemed like a booming hammer smashing into his defenses, and the force behind the blow was equally as great.

Soren's body shook from the impact, and his feet left the ground as he flew through the air backward.

Yongiri, fueled by his anger, gave chase without hesitation. 

With a bone-jarring impact, Soren crashed into yet another unyielding wall of the dungeon, his body absorbing the brunt of the collision. 

The resounding thud reverberated through the dungeon,  sending dust and debris cascading from the ceiling.

Soren's limbs hurt as he slumped against the firm concrete, and his breath came in short bursts.

"Don't lose your ATTENTION KID....

Yongiri's throat let out a primal roar as he got closer to Soren. His fist was pointed straight at Soren's chest.

The force behind the blow was cataclysmic, resonating with a deafening crack as it collided with Soren's defenseless form. The impact reverberated through the chamber, causing the very walls to quake and shatter.

The sheer force of the hit caused the wall, which had already sustained damage from the previous attack, to collapse. Bricks and stones blew up into a cloud of dust that filled the air and made it hard to breathe.

The commotion knocked Soren backward and tossed his body around like a rag doll. Blood came out of his mouth as the violent crash jolted his body, leaving him gasping for air and struggling to stay awake.

"It's time to end this stupid battle. You are making me do this.. *Tsk*

"Please, Master... Spare him..." Sasha yelled. She tried to rush toward Soren, but Yongiri stopped him. 

"Stay away from this, Sasha. One must die in this battle."

*Rubble*

Yongiri's heightened senses picked up on the chaos around him, prompting him to tap into his mana senses. 

As if guided by an invisible force, his fist propelled him forward with extraordinary swiftness.

Soren was caught off guard and ran into the incoming strike, which hit him in the face.

Yet the retaliatory force unleashed by Soren's own punch struck Yongiri in turn, creating a convergence of power that sent shockwaves through their bodies.

"STAY DOWN, KIDD...

"COME COWARDD...

Yongiri's fist propelled forward with unrestrained fury, finding its mark against Soren's face. The impact jolted Soren's head backward, threatening to disrupt his balance. 

Reacting swiftly, Soren instinctively positioned his hands in a defensive stance, forming a shield of protection for his vulnerable face.

Yongiri, consumed by a surge of aggression, unleashed a barrage of punches with unyielding force.

Each blow rang through the air and was directed at Soren's face over and over again. 

However, Soren remained resolute, his hands acting as seasoned boxers' gloves, absorbing the onslaught with calculated precision.

Yongiri's hands hit Soren with thunderous force, and each blow was meant to break down his strong defenses.

In a fleeting moment of respite, Soren seized the opportunity to retaliate; his clenched fist propelled him forward. 

But fate proved unkind as Yongiri's powerful counterpunch found its mark, crashing against Soren's face with brutal force, shattering his nose in an explosive burst of pain.

Seeing his chance, Yongiri leaped forward with a fierceness that came from his very nature. 

Soren's vision blurred, his head spinning from the impact, as Yongiri's relentless assault began. Blow after bone-crushing blow, Yongiri mercilessly pummeled Soren's face. 

He tried to get away from the barrage, but Yongiri caught his arm in his iron grip and pulled him closer and closer. 

Yongiri subjected Soren to a relentless barrage of headbutts. 

His head shook with each hit, and the pain and confusion made it hard for him to think straight. 

Yongiri unleashed a barrage of punches upon Soren, each strike landing with the force of a battering ram. Soren's face, now a canvas of blood and swelling, absorbed blow after merciless blow. 

It was as if Yongiri considered him nothing more than a punching bag, and he let loose with blow after blow. 

"Young Master..." Sahsa murmured, closing her eyes quickly.

The onslaught intensified as Yongiri executed a powerful one-two combination, the impact reverberating through Soren's already battered frame. 

Before Soren could even register the pain, a bone-jarring uppercut followed, lifting his limp body momentarily off the ground.

The brutality of the strike had reduced him to a walking corpse, his face a shambling display of bruises and blood.

"I know I've made many mistakes in my life, kid. You don't know how much I regret every day...

"And now I am going to regret it once again..

With a surge of mana coursing through his veins, Yongiri infused his hand, amplifying its power to its utmost limit.

He lunged forward, determined to inflict a final, deadly blow on Soren. 

But just as Yongiri's punch was about to land, Soren's quick and clever reaction altered the course of their fateful encounter. 

Summoning forth a water container from his storage ring with lightning speed, Soren deftly poured its contents toward Yongiri's footing.

"What th...

The unexpected dousing caused the ground to become slick, disrupting Yongiri's balance ever so slightly.

Soren took advantage of the chance and threw a strong uppercut that shot straight up. Yongiri's jaw was jarred by the hit, which momentarily caught him off guard. 

With the taste of newfound momentum, Soren threw a barrage of fast punches, each one fueled by a mix of sheer willpower and memories of past pain.

Yongiri took blow after blow, and his barriers broke down under the constant attack. The tables had turned, and Soren embraced the role of aggressor. 

The relentless barrage echoed throughout the dungeon, punctuated by the sharp crack of bone meeting flesh. 

Soren's hands were like a storm that never stopped.

With each blow, he turned his pain, anger, and frustration into an unstoppable force that pushed him forward.

"You"

Boom Boom

"Left her to die"

Boom Boom

"You escaped and left her to fight on her own."

Boom Boom 

As Soren's hands danced through the air, memories he had kept hidden for a long time came flooding back. With each blow, he felt raw, uncontrolled emotions that fed a burning fire inside of him.

Yongiri, who was now bruised and bloody, tried hard to fight back against the attack. 

His once-imposing guard crumbled under the sheer weight of Soren's relentless assault. Blow after blow found its mark, leaving a trail of crimson in their wake. 

Yongiri tried to stop or deflect the blows, but Soren's power grew stronger with every second that passed.

It was as if the core of Soren's being had changed and gone beyond the limits of mortal limitations. His punches grew heavier, driven by a surge of otherworldly strength that left Yongiri helpless. 

The once-dominant combatant now found himself at the mercy of a force far greater than his own.

Soren's constant attack stopped suddenly, and he quickly switched to a new strategy.

He put a sleeper chokehold on Yongiri by locking his arms around his neck with the speed of lightning.

The sudden shift in momentum caught Yongiri off guard, and he found himself tumbling to the ground, Soren's weight pressing down upon him.

As Soren tightened his grip on the chokehold, Yongiri's breathing became weak and labored. The once-ferocious warrior fought to get air, and his gasps sounded like a desperate fish thrashing around on dry land. 

"Don't...act... like you regret trash," Soren said, fighting his grip on Yongiri.

"If you had cared for her... you wouldn't have left her in the midst of the enemies.

"You escape with others to save your own ass, coward."