(This is a chapter error; it should be Chapter 552. The content is in the correct order.)
Night fell, and in the dark stairwell, Feng Yuxiu followed the trail of corpses step by step toward the top floor of the Royal Hotel.
Looking at the hallways, stairwells, and casinos filled with bodies killed by Wang Han with a single punch and kick; seeing the guns, machetes, and bullet casings scattered on the floor; seeing the claw marks, fist and foot marks on the walls, and the wounds on the corpses, the scene of these people being killed almost automatically flashed into Feng Yuxiu's mind. It was a fierce, and utterly crushing battle.
Finally, upon reaching the top floor, looking at the place that resembled a hellish corridor, Feng Yuxiu showed no fear or hesitation; instead, he became increasingly excited.
This is what he most wants to challenge: a true master who doesn't make a move unless it's absolutely necessary, and when they do, it's all-out, a single, fatal blow. Although even he might not escape that fatal blow, isn't this the kind of martial arts he's pursuing? It's about determining superiority and defeat, life and death, without so many other constraints, without so many worldly distractions. Only in a life-or-death struggle can one truly unleash their full power, without any reservations. This is the true meaning of a fair fight.
"An absolute master, a true top-tier master, this is the master I'm looking for."
Feng Yuxiu muttered excitedly to himself, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. The thought that this person's martial arts philosophy was the same as his own automatically surfaced in his mind, and he was convinced that this was it—this was the master he had always sought, the invincible master, the master he most wanted to challenge. Although he knew that challenging Wang Han would mean certain death, he couldn't contain his excitement. It seemed that his life's goal, his life's value, lay in being killed by such a master. Only in this way could he avoid dishonoring all the skills he had learned throughout his life. Even if he was killed in one blow, just witnessing such a top master's prowess made it all worthwhile.
"Seeing so many corpses, you still have the guts to come up here? You're special. Aren't you really afraid of death? Aren't you afraid of becoming one of them?" Just as Feng Yuxiu was about to search room by room for Wang Han, the door to room 002 suddenly opened, and the dramatic Wang Han walked out, looking at Feng Yuxiu who was trembling with excitement. He hadn't expected Feng Yuxiu to come tonight.
“I’m afraid, but I’m even more afraid of not being able to fight a master like you. If I could fight a master like you, I would be willing to become one of them.” Looking at Wang Han as he walked out of the room, Feng Yuxiu became more and more excited. He clasped his hands in a fist and said to Wang Han, “Feng Yuxiu has come to learn from you, to decide who is better and who will live or die.”
“A challenge, you’ll see once you beat me,” Wang Han said with a smile.
As soon as Wang Han finished speaking, Feng Yuxiu, who couldn't wait any longer, immediately formed tiger claws with both hands and attacked Wang Han.
"Tiger Claw!" Wang Han recognized Feng Yuxiu's kung fu routine at a glance. He also made tiger claws with both hands and met the attack with the same speed as Feng Yuxiu. His five fingers precisely collided with Feng Yuxiu's, breaking the grasping fingers. He also moved away without missing a beat, giving Feng Yuxiu no chance to change his move or use a grappling technique to grab his hands.
With just one move, Feng Yuxiu realized the vast difference in skill between himself and Wang Han. Wang Han could precisely strike with his own fingers, easily subduing Feng Yuxiu, whose strength far surpassed his own. However, this vast difference only excited Feng Yuxiu more. He immediately raised his leg to kick Wang Han's shin, his fist clenched, ready to strike at any moment. Clearly, he intended to disrupt Wang Han's balance before making his move.
"Springing Leg!" Wang Han recited Feng Yuxiu's martial arts move again, raising his leg to kick at Feng Yuxiu. It was also a springing leg, but Wang Han arrived first and accurately blocked Feng Yuxiu's leg. At the same time, his right hand was also clenched into a fist, which collided with Feng Yuxiu's fist.
After exchanging blows with Wang Han twice, Feng Yuxiu was immediately forced back several steps and was even knocked down by the corpse.
Using the same moves and the same fighting style, Wang Han struck first despite being the one to attack later, and Feng Yuxiu knew that he was far inferior to his opponent.
Now that the fistfight was over, it was time for other things. Feng Yuxiu stood up again, picked up a machete from the dead thug, and at the same time picked up another machete from the ground and threw it at Wang Han, assuming a fighting stance.
"Knife skills? That's my forte!" Wang Han caught the cleaver that Feng Yuxiu threw at him, and with a slight push of his feet, he charged towards Feng Yuxiu. Being passively beaten was not Wang Han's hobby; he preferred to be the one doing the beating.
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"vomit!"
Following the bloody footprints, they pushed open the casino door, and a strong stench of blood immediately assaulted their senses. Zhou Xingxing and the Flying Tigers members couldn't help but gag. The entire casino was filled with corpses, numbering no less than two or three hundred. Some of the bodies had been cut in half, their internal organs and blood splattered everywhere. Even though they were Flying Tigers, elites, and had witnessed many inhumane crime scenes, they were not veterans of the battlefield and had never seen such a bloody scene before.
"This case is absolutely the most terrifying and biggest case in the history of our Flying Tigers, without a doubt." Looking at the scene, Zhou Xingxing said, barely suppressing the urge to vomit. Then he looked at the victim's wounds. "They are all knife wounds, which means the killer is extremely skilled with knives, and it is highly likely that there is more than one killer. I hope there is more than one, otherwise the killer would be too terrifying."
"Everyone, pay close attention and don't let your guard down for a second," Zhou Xingxing said sternly to his team members. "If the killer gets close, there's a high chance we'll all be wiped out."
"Yes." Upon hearing this, the Flying Tigers members whispered and followed Zhou Xingxing out of the casino. They carefully followed the bloody footprints upstairs. They did not examine the body. Zhou Xingxing knew that if they went in, his men, who had not experienced such situations, would be in very poor condition, and the danger would be extremely great when facing such a terrifying murderer.
The Royal Hotel now has only thirteen floors, with the casino on the eighth floor, symbolizing good fortune. Above that are the entertainment and leisure areas. To the relief of the Flying Tigers team members, although the bloody footprints continued to lead to higher floors, there were no more bodies.
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