Infinity, The Arcade Age-Chapter 350: Taking Action

Qin Ming's aggressive "Young Warrior" fighting style took King by surprise with its sheer ferocity.

However, King was ultimately a seasoned fighter with vast combat experience.

In just a moment, she recovered from her shock and immediately chose the most stable countermeasure—blocking!

That's right! Just blocking!

Cornered with no way out, she was at a severe disadvantage. Struggling to break free would only lead to a more disastrous defeat.

Her only choice was to endure—to hold out until her opponent's attack ceased or until an opening appeared.

Fortunately, Muay Thai placed great emphasis on endurance training alongside its brutal offensive techniques.

Despite being renowned for her devastating kicks, King's defensive capabilities were not lacking either!

She continuously raised her arms and legs, desperately blocking Qin Ming's relentless onslaught. Pressed against the wall, she curled her body as much as possible, gritting her teeth and holding on with sheer determination.

While King fought to endure, Qin Ming fought to crush—his arms swung like sledgehammers, each strike carrying a fierce gust of wind.

Due to the presence of other adventurers, Qin Ming refrained from revealing his full strength. He didn't unleash the upgraded White Flame, didn't activate Bloodthirsty Berserk, and didn't even use the Qi Wave.

Yet even with just his regular attacks, his terrifying steel-like physique made his blows nearly unstoppable.

Defense wasn't just for protection—it could be used offensively as well!

With his monstrous durability, Qin Ming's arms were like spiked clubs! Every time King raised her arms to block, a sharp pain shot through her limbs, while Qin Ming remained completely unaffected!

Trying to defend against steel with mere flesh—it was practically suicide.

From the very start, Qin Ming, bolstered by his indestructible body, had already secured an almost invincible position—especially against King, who specialized in rapid combos, the one thing he was least vulnerable to!

After exchanging over forty blows, King's originally pristine tailcoat was completely shredded.

Her exposed arms were covered in bruises and red marks, while the tattered remnants of her clothing revealed a battle-hardened physique tightly wrapped in white bandages.

Despite being battered and bruised, King stubbornly held her guard, her gaze still sharp and fierce.

Even after taking such a beating, even when backed into a corner, she refused to surrender.

Or rather, the word "surrender" simply did not exist in her vocabulary!

She could lose, but she would never submit!

Muay Thai practitioners were maniacs—especially those who trained in Ancient Muay Thai!

The brutal training methods, which relied on relentless self-inflicted damage to break and rebuild the body, sacrificing long-term health for short-term explosive power, had forged Muay Thai into a fearsome martial art, feared for its bone-breaking, life-threatening techniques.

King's mastery of Muay Thai to such a level was proof of her unyielding, competitive spirit.

Expecting her to give up was utterly impossible!

She had never even considered the possibility of losing!

She wasn't defeated because of strength—only because of fighting styles! She had been countered, nothing more!

Now that she understood her opponent's approach, all she needed was distance—just a single moment to break away!

And that opportunity—she had to create it herself!

As Qin Ming's iron fist came sweeping toward her once more, King's eyes suddenly widened.

This time, instead of blocking, she dropped her arms entirely—abandoning her guard!

At the exact moment the punch connected, she twisted her head in the same direction as the strike, minimizing the impact as much as possible.

With a deafening boom, King was still struck in the face, her entire body spinning violently from the impact, her features momentarily contorted from the force.

However, instead of collapsing, she used the momentum to unleash a sudden counterattack—letting out a fierce roar, she spun midair and swung her leg, delivering a precise high kick straight to Qin Ming's neck!

Another resounding boom!

The chance to turn the tide—was here!

Caught completely off guard by her reckless strategy of sacrificing defense for a counterblow, Qin Ming's eyes widened as the powerful kick sent him staggering sideways.

Though he only took a few unsteady steps, it was enough—it was all King needed!

A flash of white light erupted from her body—Ultimate Move: Silent Flash—Activated!

She lunged forward, driving her knee upward—smashing directly into Qin Ming's chin!

Then, using every ounce of strength, she launched a fierce rising kick!

When King finally unleashed her ultimate move, she landed and immediately surged forward, launching a kick in mid-air that evolved into a continuous series of kicks aimed at Qin Ming.

"Next! Tornado Kick!" she roared.

After the rapid chain of kicks ended with a final sweeping leg kick, King looked at Qin Ming, who had been sent flying. As she landed, she once again assumed the Muay Thai ready stance—tapping her feet and raising her fists—panting heavily as blood kept trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Having endured a massive swinging punch from Qin Ming, the injuries King suffered were severe. Even though the situation had been turned around, King had yet to gain any lasting advantage; the two fighters were essentially back on equal footing.

Under King's intense gaze, from among the ruins of the shattered bar counter in the distance, a hand suddenly emerged and clutched the edge of a nearby counter. With a powerful grip, five claw marks were indented along its surface. Slowly, Qin Ming rose from the wreckage, twisting his neck forcefully and tugging at his jaw.

Raising his head, he exchanged a fierce glance with King before grinning broadly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. Simultaneously, he spread his hands wide, lowered his body slightly, and assumed the classic wrestling stance.

"Not bad," he said. "I admit that when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, I'm no match for you. So now the punch and kick round is over. Let's begin round two: grappling!"

As he spoke, a flash of bloodlight gleamed, and Qin Ming once again activated the incomplete version of his Heaven's Glide skill, propelling himself forward with explosive force.

Seeing Qin Ming's high-speed charge, King gritted her teeth and dodged desperately—but in the midst of her movement, a searing pain suddenly erupted in one of her legs. Looking down, she saw that her left leg was already covered in bruises, severely damaged from all the blocks she had thrown. In her intense defensive stance earlier, she had repeatedly raised that left leg, which had inadvertently become Qin Ming's prime target, accumulating serious damage. Overwhelmed by tension and pain, she hadn't noticed until now.

With her body no longer under immediate attack and trying to move at high speed, the injury on her leg flared up, severely affecting her agility. King staggered as pain ripped through her leg; her face turned white as she realized that things were about to go very badly.

Before she could take any corrective measures, Qin Ming, charging at high speed, struck her body. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his head pressing against her tough abdomen, and forcefully lifted her like a raging bull before slamming her into the wall. With a resounding crash, regardless of King's desperate blows at his head or back—or even her attempt to knee his jaw—Qin Ming barreled through the wall. Under the astonished gaze of every bar patron, he surged over more than twenty meters, crashing headfirst into the wall beside the door.

The impact made the entire wall tremble violently as King was forced into a muffled groan. Before she could struggle to free herself, Qin Ming began to swing her around, battering everything in his path. To avoid being completely hurled away by the massive impact, the quick-thinking King immediately wrapped her legs around Qin Ming's waist and locked her hands around his neck, clinging to him entirely. With her arms crossed tightly and her teeth clenched, she summoned every ounce of strength to execute a locking technique.

Meanwhile, with King's head trapped against him, Qin Ming continued to smash into walls, counters, and tables—colliding with everything in sight. If their earlier brawl had been a display of stand-up striking where King's Muay Thai reigned supreme, the fight had now shifted into Qin Ming's domain: grappling and locking techniques. The contest was no longer about finesse—it had become a battle of endurance and the ability to absorb punishment, a test of who could take the worst of it. And in that respect, Qin Ming was undeniably in a league of his own.

With another thunderous crash, Qin Ming hoisted King, who clung desperately to his chest, and slammed her hard onto the counter. As he squeezed her—while she still clutched at his head—against the table, he glared fiercely at her, and his head suddenly jerked violently. A deafening noise erupted in his ears—a gunshot!

Qin Ming's head was struck by a bullet, and his fighting halted abruptly. King, who had been entangled with him and trying to choke him, froze as well, her eyes widening and her movements stalling instantly. The struggle ended, and a heavy silence fell over the scene. Qin Ming raised a hand, rubbing his head, and slowly turned to look aside.

He saw an adventurer standing nearby with a sniper rifle, aiming at him with an expression of astonishment. Qin Ming's eyes twitched uncontrollably. Even the adventurer who had fired earlier—whose bullet had been deflected by Qin Ming's head—shuddered visibly.

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As the two exchanged silent glances, other adventurers, who had been watching the melee, finally sprang into action. Realizing Qin Ming's terrifying strength—his combat prowess even surpassing King's—they quickly abandoned their original plan to hunt King together and instead prepared to team up with her to eliminate this formidable rival first. One person raised a rapid-fire sniper rifle, another drew a pair of axes, another assumed a fighting stance, and yet another...

Crash!

The sound of shattering glass echoed harshly, drawing everyone's attention. Amid the stunned expressions of the onlookers, the last adventurer—a burly man who had been scanning the room—suddenly sprang up, scrambling toward the window. Without hesitation, he leaped out, crashing through the glass and dashing away without a backward glance.

(End of Chapter)