Genshin Impact: This fireplace house is your graveyard.

Chapter 280 The Will of Ice - Explosive Strike

"What?! Ten, ten times!" Hearing such arrogance, coupled with the statement that no matter how much, they would bet back tenfold, the people present were initially shocked, then instantly erupted into chaos. Those who had bet on Vikander Donaka were shouting thunderously, placing their bets on him like crazy. Even those who had previously bet on Leosley...

At this moment, everyone sided with Vikander Donaka like weather vanes. As the betting amount continued to rise, the crowd became increasingly frenzied. Qiuhe had already wagered over a million in license tickets. If Vikander Donaka won the match, everyone present would, even if they only shared the smallest portion of those million license tickets...

For them, the final result would be an astronomical figure. Qiuhe slowly reached into the bag and took out the last stack of vouchers. The amount bet on Vikan Donaka had reached 20, while Qiuhe's bet had stopped at two million.

"Two million in license tickets! This kid! He's bet a staggering two million on our former undefeated champion!" Qiuhe kept placing bets, but no one knew how much he'd wagered. When the referee called out two million, he noticed the crowd's wolfish eyes fixed on the license tickets.

If not for the constraints of rules, no one could resist this windfall. "Ladies and gentlemen! The gold has been poured forth! Who will ultimately claim it? This match will tell! Enough talk, let the match begin!" To prevent any unforeseen circumstances or Qiuhe's change of heart, the referee swiftly and decisively rang the bell for the boxing match.

At the start of the boxing match, Vikander Donaka swiftly lunged at Leosley, unleashing two powerful punches in a surprise attack. Leosley easily dodged one, quickly crouching to avoid another, and simultaneously delivered a swift hook to Vikander Donaka's abdomen.

He then followed up with a powerful punch that landed squarely on Vikander Donaka's face, sending him sprawling backward and rolling to the side. Seeing this, the spectators who had bet on Leosley to win erupted in cheers.

"Good! Well done! Leosley! Keep it up! Take him down!" "That's right! Well done! Leosley!" As supporters cheered, those who had bet on Vikander Donaka couldn't sit still either.

"Hey! Donaka! Get up! I bet a whole eight thousand licenses on you winning! Don't mess this up now!"

"Get up! Get up, Donaka! Keep hitting him! Beat that piece of trash to a pulp!"

"Donaka!" "Donaka!" "Donaka!" Amidst the frenzied shouts of the audience, Vikham Donaka slowly rose to his feet, supporting himself with his hands. He wiped the blood from his nose and mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

"Pah! Hmph, alright, Leosley, I beat you half to death last time, and now, only half an hour later, you're acting like nothing happened. I don't know what kind of underhanded tricks you've been up to. But don't think you can swagger in front of me just because you managed to land a punch this time. You defeated opponent!"

Hearing this impotent and furious outburst, Leosley merely gave a provocative sneer, casually flicking his fist indifferently. "Donaka, who are you trying to fool with that self-deprecating remark? Crooked ways, humph, in this challenge after challenge..."

I've long been accustomed to those dirty and despicable methods, but you are the most ignorant one, indulging in your own woven illusions, arrogantly believing that you have been elevated to the pinnacle of supreme power by everyone.

Do you really think that those people put you in this position without you paying any price? Do you really think that everyone else is completely unaware of what you've done? Ha!

"Then let me see how many more needles you can withstand in the remaining rounds." Before he finished speaking, a series of crisp cracking sounds came from Leosley's neck, like a ferocious beast about to erupt stretching its limbs.

His eyes were piercing, and his body suddenly moved. He pushed off the ground with both feet and leaned forward like an arrow. With a sharp sprint and slide, he instantly appeared in front of Donaka like a ghost.

Immediately afterward, his arms swung rapidly like a windmill, his fists flashing, a series of extremely fierce demonstrative punches raining down on Donaka like a storm, the wind whistling and creating a series of whooshing sounds. Facing this overwhelming attack, Donaka crossed his arms to block Leosley's series of attacks, steadily withstanding the attack like an impenetrable wall.

In the midst of the intense back-and-forth, he keenly spotted a subtle opening in Leosley's attack. In an instant, he dodged Leosley's powerful swing punch with lightning speed, while simultaneously clenching his right fist and, like a cannonball, slamming it toward Leosley's face.

However, Leosley reacted extremely quickly. Just as the fist was about to strike, he suddenly bent his knees and crouched down like a spring, barely dodging the fatal blow. Immediately afterward, he used the momentum to spring up, his body leaping up like a cheetah, and a fierce uppercut slammed towards Donaka's chin like lightning.

Donaka had already learned his lesson and was now on high alert. He felt a gust of wind rush towards him, and instinctively tilted his head back, bending his body backward like a willow branch swaying in the wind, narrowly dodging the powerful hook punch.

Before Donaka could recover, Leosley's leg, like a lead ball on a crane or a steel whip brimming with power, slammed towards Donaka's cheek. Leosley showed no mercy in this kick; a muffled thud followed.

Donaka's cheek was struck as if by a heavy hammer; his entire face caved in instantly, and several teeth flew out of his mouth, tracing gruesome arcs in the air. His body flew uncontrollably sideways like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and rolling twice before finally stopping with his face just a centimeter from the edge of the ring.

From the stands, a chorus of mournful cries rose and fell. All eyes were fixed on the ring, their hearts filled with anxiety and unease. They knew that if Donaka lost this duel, the licenses they had staked would amount to a sum enough to make them work themselves to the bone in the production zone.

On the ring, Donaka collapsed to the ground, his arms trembling weakly. Each attempt to prop himself up seemed to drain all his strength. Blood, like beads from a broken string, gushed from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the ground and splashing tiny droplets. His face was ashen, and his breathing was weak and rapid.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze unfocused as he stared ahead. Just then, he noticed that the organizers below the stage were secretly giving him meaningful glances, their eyes seemingly concealing some unspeakable secret.

A ruthless glint flashed in Donaka's eyes. He endured the excruciating pain, feigning weakness as he clutched his chest with his hand, while his fingers subtly slipped into the lining of his clothing.

Unbeknownst to anyone, he swiftly drew a syringe, the cold needle gleaming under the light. Without hesitation, he plunged the needle into his chest, the movement swift and decisive. The medicine slowly seeped into his body, seemingly carrying a mysterious and dangerous force.

Immediately, Donaka's body began to react violently. His body twitched slightly at first, as if an invisible force was surging through his body. Suddenly, he stomped his foot hard on the ground, the force causing the ground to tremble. He stood up unsteadily, each step so difficult yet so determined.

Donaka was now a completely different person. His eyes were bloodshot and seemed to be burning with fierce flames, radiating a chillingly menacing light. The veins all over his body were like winding dragons, bulging and coiling on his skin, and his muscles had swelled several times their normal size, bulging out and as hard as steel.

He stared intently at Leosley ahead, his eyes like those of a tiger that had been starving for days, suddenly spotting its prey in the vast wilderness. His gaze was filled with boundless desire and longing, as if he wanted to devour Leosley alive.

Seeing this, Leosley's eyes were filled with contempt and disgust. "So you've chosen to abandon yourself after all, Donaka? You truly disgust me." No sooner had Leosley finished speaking than Donaka crouched down, roaring fiercely at Leosley like a giant brown bear, then charged towards him like a raging wild boar.

The clenched fist seemed to contain world-destroying energy, hurtling towards Leosley like a massive meteorite. A cold glint flashed in Leosley's eyes as he slashed his arm horizontally forward, accompanied by a wisp of icy mist. The next moment…

He clenched his fist, his body exploding with ice element, and began to gather power, drawing a bow. A flash of icy blue light streaked across the night as Leosley unleashed a straight punch as fast as a speeding train, directly meeting Donaka's massive, rock-solid fist.

With a deafening bang, the dormant ice elemental power within Leosley's fists exploded like a powder keg being ignited. A massive icefall cascaded down from his fists like a roaring silver dragon, its sharp ice shards gleaming coldly, resembling razor-sharp daggers.

Countless shards of ice, like blades whipped up by a hurricane, shot out in all directions, crashing onto the arena with a crackling sound. In the blink of an eye, the entire arena was buried under a thick layer of ice, resembling a cold tomb, bearing witness to the ferocity of the battle.

Donaka was unsurprisingly blasted out of the arena like a cannonball by the powerful ice elemental attack, and was pinned to the wall.