The Strongest Violence!

Those who knew nothing cheered without end.

Those who knew the truth stared in shock.

In the private box, Kitano Yama and Suzuki Wan stood side by side at the window. Looking at Flower Burial, of whom nothing remained, and then at Xia Lin walking toward the edge of the arena, they could not help flushing red.

"Didn't you say you had taken care of it?!"

Overcome with anger, Suzuki Wan turned and shouted at Kitano Yama, who looked just as bewildered.

The butler was his trusted aide.

If the butler said he had taken care of it, then surely he had... yet things had turned out like this...

Before Kitano Yama could say anything, however, another boom rang out, accompanied by gasps from the audience.

He turned back toward the arena.

There, before his eyes, was a gap blasted into the octagonal cage, and Xia Lin charging out through it!

He had a clear target.

In Duan Jun's home in the old district.

After Xia Lin killed Flower Burial with a punch, Duan Jun could not help letting out a breath.

The unexpected had happened after all...

Or perhaps his warning had worked.

Duan Jun felt glad, believing that his childish act of resistance had succeeded.

But when Xia Lin reached the edge of the arena, threw another punch, and then charged toward the VIP box, Duan Jun froze.

He could not understand what Xia Lin was going to do next.

He should have run away at once...

He should not have gone that way!

That way led to certain death!

Then Xia Lin, moving like an ape, stepped on footholds and leaped to the height of the VIP box's bulletproof glass.

Then he threw another punch!

There was a boom.

A missile exploded.

There was a clink.

The beer in Yang Dehai's hand fell to the floor.

[Backstab effect activated.]

[You have backstabbed the factions you belong to: the North Wind Martial Arts School and the North Wind Consortium. Effect rating: extremely severe.]

[You have gained 8 points in all attributes.]

[Strength: 32]

[Constitution: 32]

[Agility: 32]

[Spirit: 36]

Xia Lin had smashed the offstage deal to pieces.

North Wind was bound to come out of this badly.

This Backstab had dealt immense damage, and its targets were not just the North Wind Martial Arts School, but also the much larger North Wind Consortium behind it.

As a result, Xia Lin gained more attribute points.

That was right. Ever since becoming a Fierce Martial Arts warrior of the North Wind Martial Arts School, Xia Lin had naturally also become a member of the North Wind Consortium.

He had gained yet another big tree to shelter him.

[Backstab effect activated.]

[You have backstabbed the faction you belong to: the Suzuki Martial Arts School. Effect rating: minor.]

[You have gained 1 point in all attributes.]

By killing Flower Burial, Xia Lin had made Suzuki Wan lose face and her favorite toy.

But that was not enough to trigger Backstab.

Xia Lin was a nominal disciple of the Suzuki Martial Arts School, but he was not a member of the Suzuki Consortium. The Suzuki Consortium had nothing to do with him.

The attribute points came from the fact that Flower Burial was a Fierce Martial Arts warrior of the Suzuki Martial Arts School.

But the Suzuki Martial Arts School was a vast organization with many Fierce Martial Arts warriors. The death of one Flower Burial was a drop in the bucket, and Xia Lin was lucky to get even one attribute point out of it.

And so:

[Strength: 33]

[Constitution: 33]

[Agility: 33]

[Spirit: 37]

These were Xia Lin's attributes when he charged up to the outside of the VIP box.

The increase in his attributes also sent the power of the East Wind Divine Fist soaring!

When his first punch struck the bulletproof glass, Xia Lin felt a sharp pain in the bones of his hand, and the skin on his knuckles split open, but the glass did not budge.

The East Wind Divine Fist, however, did not betray Xia Lin's trust.

"Boom!"

Flames burst out, a shock wave roared, and shards of metal flew everywhere.

The highly sophisticated bulletproof glass shook violently under the power of the missile, and cracks appeared.

One punch was not enough.

Then two punches... three!

The entire exterior of the VIP box was already covered in flames.

Fortunately, to emphasize the VIP box's prestige and exclusivity, there were no ordinary spectator seats nearby.

But Xia Lin's sudden attack still made people realize how serious the situation was. Gasps rang out all around, and people hurried away.

Xia Lin paid them no mind. Laughing wildly, he simply kept bombarding the bulletproof glass!

Just three seconds later, a crisp crack was swallowed up by the explosions.

The panoramic bulletproof window shattered with a crash.

Xia Lin ducked into the VIP box and, facing countless dark gun muzzles, grinned at Kitano Yama, who was surrounded by layers of guards.

"I hate the name Explosive Bomb Fist."

"It sounds like a stray dog by the roadside."

"So I hate you too."

"Kill him," Suzuki Wan said calmly, giving the order.

Fierce Martial City took its name from the Savage Martial Arena, showing the arena's standing in the city.

But at its core, the Savage Martial Arena was merely a toy for those who made the rules.

Xia Lin had personally experienced the deals made behind the scenes. Earlier, the old instructor Guo Yu had also described the nature of the Savage Martial Arena.

It replaced the efficient violence of technology with the inefficient violence of individuals to resolve conflicts and disputes.

The Savage Martial Arena was only one means of resolving disputes!

Deals behind the scenes were also a way to settle the distribution of benefits and resolve disputes.

The key was to prevent people from launching nuclear bombs and missiles at one another again, dragging everyone down to hell together.

That was why the scions of the consortiums looked down on the Savage Martial Arena.

Nor would they ever practice martial arts or fight in the arena—that was something only their inferiors would do.

In their eyes, the individual strength of Fierce Martial Arts warriors was insignificant as well.

For before a higher form of violence, the punches, kicks, and martial techniques of the fighters of this Ash Zone were nothing but a joke.

Guns, for example.

Laser weapons, for example.

Fully automated combat robots, for example.

And those were only individual high-tech weapons.

Once Suzuki Wan uttered the words "kill him," the bodyguards around her sprang into action.

Most of them were not Fierce Martial Arts warriors, but thoroughly trained firearms experts.

Guns of every model and type roared, instantly engulfing Xia Lin in fire.

At the same time, three combat robots powered up to their maximum output and stepped forward just in case. These advanced robots were strong enough to match experts in the Advanced Savage Martial Arena, and even an ordinary top-tier Fierce Martial Arts warrior could not withstand all three at once.

The strength of a human body could not match steel alloys.

That was common knowledge.

That was why Mechanical Martial Arts existed, and the killing power of advanced combat robots was even greater than that of Mechanical Martial Arts!

Behind them, Kitano Yama's bodyguards took out a bulletproof, blast-resistant force field device and activated it, protecting the two consortium scions at its center.

They had both offense and defense covered.

This was the power of the consortiums.

This was the gap between fighters and technology!

This was the strongest violence in Fierce Martial City!

In Suzuki Wan and Kitano Yama's eyes, the situation was actually very simple.

A defiant fighter had done something foolish, overestimating his own abilities and taking revenge for an injustice.

In their eyes, what would happen next was simple too.

Xia Lin was bound to die, but his body would be left intact... well, at least a small portion of it had to remain, so they could analyze Huaxin Technology's subspace technology.

In any case, there were people like Xia Lin in Fierce Martial City who overestimated themselves. Two or three appeared every year.

But who had ever heard of any of them making even a ripple?

No one.

Not a single one.

They could not stir up any waves.

When the hail of bullets had passed, Xia Lin was completely unharmed.

But that did not surprise Suzuki Wan and Kitano Yama.

Everyone knew that Xia Lin was not harmed by his own missiles, but that was nothing more than an implanted blast-resistant force field.

As everyone knew, a force field generator was not a perpetual motion machine. It needed power.

Once its energy was exhausted, the force field generator would be nothing more than a pile of scrap metal.

Fierce Martial City currently had no powerful energy sources such as miniature nuclear reactors. The high-energy batteries in Xia Lin's subspace were enough to handle an arena fight.

But against the teams of bodyguards around Suzuki Wan and Kitano Yama, they really were not enough.

Yet to everyone's surprise, Xia Lin, who should have been anxious, was in no hurry.

He endured the hail of bullets and came to the battered coffee table, picked up a pastry that was still more or less intact, and put it in his mouth.

Sugar melted in his mouth, nourishing his body and making Xia Lin narrow his eyes in comfort.

He had gone two whole days without a drop to drink.

He was hungry.