Fierce Tiger

Ten minutes later, having extracted all the information, Su Ti stood on the riverbank, watching the short man's corpse slowly sink beneath the water.

It was not his first time killing someone. Though he had just killed two men and disposed of their bodies, they were nothing more than scum who had aided evil. He felt no guilt whatsoever.

On the contrary, even after killing them, he was still furious.

However, recalling the information he had just learned, Su Ti calmed down and fell into thought.

This river ran all the way to the outskirts of Mingguang City. It had long been Li Shao's usual dumping ground for bodies from underground boxing matches. Su Ti had cleaned up thoroughly and was not worried that the police would find any clues.

The only thing he needed to consider now was whether he should seize this opportunity to storm in directly and strike at the heart of the enemy.

"I killed two of Li Mingyuan's men. No one knows about it yet, but those two died while trying to capture me. Once Li Mingyuan analyzes what happened afterward, he'll know I did it. With the two men carrying stun guns dead, he'll reassess both the threat I pose and my strength. He'll either send stronger people to capture me or kill me for revenge."

Su Ti considered the current situation. If he struck now, the circumstances were actually highly favorable to him.

First, Li Mingyuan did not know that his men had failed to capture Su Ti and was still in the dark. Meanwhile, Su Ti had learned Li Mingyuan's location from the short man. The situation had changed from the enemy hidden and him exposed to the enemy exposed and him hidden. In a short time, he had gone from prey to hunter.

Second, Li Mingyuan's impression of Su Ti remained stuck in the past. He believed Su Ti was merely a jiu-jitsu expert with poor physical conditioning, unaware that Su Ti had already mastered Ancient Martial Arts and was unprepared for it.

The only thing that concerned Su Ti was Li Mingyuan's subordinates. According to the short man, Li Mingyuan was cautious by nature and always kept five bodyguards armed with stun guns at his side. But that was not the crucial part.

The crucial part was that he also had a B-Class Boxer protecting him at close range.

Based on the short man's description, Su Ti roughly understood that a B-Class Boxer in underground boxing was about equivalent to someone who had cultivated Integrated Strength—someone at his own level, whose every movement carried destructive power beyond ordinary people's imagination.

A master at his level, a group of bodyguards with stun guns, and Great Wealth KTV serving as Li Mingyuan's stronghold—it truly would not be easy to kill him. One mistake could cost him his life.

Yet after thinking for a while, Su Ti still put on his coat and shoes, preparing to make his move.

He did not like being passive, much less placing his life in the enemy's mercy. If he missed today's chance, then the enemy would be hidden while he remained exposed. Li Mingyuan could send people after him whenever he pleased, and Su Ti, lacking the same power and influence, could only be molded and crushed at will.

So tonight, while he held the initiative, he would eliminate Li Mingyuan and settle this trouble once and for all!

The night had grown late. Ordinary people had just gone to sleep, but for some in this city, their lives were only just beginning.

Great Wealth KTV, in the supreme private room on the top floor.

"Drink! All of you, drink!"

A stack of cash was slammed onto the table. A group of scantily dressed hostesses raised their glasses and drained them in one gulp, then scrambled to grab the money, making Li Mingyuan burst into laughter.

Since there was no underground boxing match today, he had removed his mask. Beneath it was a somewhat pale yet overall handsome face.

But there was a faint wickedness lurking in his eyes.

"Yan Shan, how is that Su Ti doing?"

Yan Shan was the man who had worn the patterned black mask before. Having removed it, he revealed a face full of coarse flesh. His triangular eyes held a trace of ferocity, yet when facing Li Shao's question, he answered respectfully.

"Following your instructions, I've already sent people to capture him. There's no news yet."

"Mm. Keep following up. The new event is about to begin, and my audience is eagerly waiting for him."

Li Mingyuan lifted his glass and took a sip. Yan Shan lowered his head and acknowledged the order.

As a Tongli Stage martial artist, Yan Shan should not have needed to humble himself before an ordinary man like this. But Li Shao's identity was anything but ordinary.

He was the third son of Black Death Fist Li Zong, president of the Death Fist Society.

Li Zong was a truly influential figure. His power stretched across several cities surrounding Mingguang, and he was the largest agent for the Death Fighting Competition in those cities.

Furthermore, Li Zong had many fighters under his command, commanded a powerful gang, and was involved in all sorts of illicit businesses, including drugs, smuggling, and gambling.

Although Li Shao was merely Li Zong's most inconspicuous youngest son, he had still been entrusted with managing the Death Fighting Competition in Mingguang City. Li Zong had even assigned Yan Shan, a B-Class Boxer trained under his command, to protect him.

Knock, knock. Someone knocked on the door.

Yan Shan gave a signal with his eyes, and one of the men in black suits standing by the door went to open it.

Li Shao did not know martial arts, so he placed particular importance on his own safety.

There were five black-suited men like this in the room, stationed in every corner like guards.

They stared straight ahead, each with a stun gun at his waist.

With a formation like this, even an A-Class Boxer would not dare charge in head-on. The human body was fragile, after all. One stun gun blast was enough to bring someone down.

The door opened, and a male waiter in uniform walked in.

He wore a mask and pushed a cart delivering alcohol. The cart had two tiers. Clean white cloth hung over the lower tier, concealing whatever was inside, while the upper tier was packed with seven or eight bottles of expensive liquor.

Seeing that the newcomer was a waiter, Yan Shan withdrew his gaze.

"Li Shao, your liquor."

The waiter spoke softly.

"Put it on the table."

Li Shao gave him a casual glance before turning back to play with one of the hostesses beside him.

The waiter nodded. Just as he was about to take out the liquor, he accidentally knocked the corkscrew from the table. Naturally, he bent down and crouched to pick it up.

Then, he abruptly lifted the white cloth covering the lower tier of the cart, pulled out a bag of flour that had been prepared inside, and exploded with strength through every muscle as he spun in a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn!

Boom!

Snow-white flour burst across the upper half of the private room. In an instant, everything around them was a vast blur of white, and no one could see anything!

Yan Shan, the Tongli Stage martial artist, reacted the fastest. His pupils contracted as he lunged toward Li Shao, throwing himself over him to shield him beneath his body!

Only then did the black-suited men react. They drew their stun guns, but with their vision blocked, they had no idea where to fire!

Then came the hostesses' belated screams, along with the coughing of everyone who had inhaled the flour.

But the next instant, Su Ti pulled a metal lighter from his clothes, ignited it, and threw it into the flour hanging in the air. Every sound stopped abruptly.

Boom!

A violent dust explosion erupted, and flames instantly devoured everything in the private room!

The force of the blast even blew open the private room's door before the spring-loaded hinges pulled it shut again.

The explosive effect produced by oxygen and dust came quickly and vanished just as fast!

After everything settled, the private room looked like this.

First were the black-suited men carrying stun guns. They were in the worst condition because they had been standing, and most of the dust had exploded in the air above. They had suffered the greatest flames and impact.

Their upper bodies were charred black, their faces dark as soot, their hair blown into wild frizz, and their clothes were on fire. They screamed and rolled across the floor.

Next were the KTV hostesses. Since they had been sitting on the couches, they were in somewhat better condition. Their burns covered less area, but were still severe. They clutched their scorched cheeks and upper bodies, shrieking.

Li Shao had suffered the lightest injuries. Yan Shan had shielded him before the dust explosion, so although he was panicked, only his arm had been burned.

But the one who was completely unharmed was Su Ti.

Since he had personally prepared this dust explosion, he had naturally taken precautions.

Not only had he dropped to the ground and covered his head with his arms before igniting it, but beneath the waiter's uniform, he wore a set of antistatic, flame-resistant clothing bought from a hardware store.

It was clothing made for electricians and welders. Even flames sprayed directly at it could not ignite it. Thus, despite standing in the very center of the dust explosion, he had not suffered the slightest injury.

"Li Mingyuan, I've come for your life!"

The moment the dust explosion ended, Su Ti shouted and sprang up from the ground like a cheetah.

His eyes were bloodshot, his killing intent fully exposed. Every cell in his body boiled with fury. Like a savage beast choosing its prey, he charged straight at Li Shao!

Ever since his previous life, he had longed for the legendary life of a martial hero.

To repay kindness and avenge wrongs without restraint, sweeping away every injustice in his heart!

Now, armed with nothing but himself, he had come alone to brave the dragon's lair. It was the perfect chance to fulfill the desires he had carried over from his previous life!

Some people were born fierce tigers, meant to eat flesh and drink blood!

And in his bones, Su Ti was exactly that kind of person!

Li Mingyuan wanted to treat him like a toy in his palm, using him to make money and amuse himself. Then Su Ti would devour him alive!

Seeing Su Ti charge at him with murderous intent, like a man-eating tiger, Li Shao's expression changed drastically!

He had been pampered and raised in luxury. When had he ever witnessed something like this?

Almost instinctively, he let out a scream!

"Yan Shan!"

"You dare touch the young master!"

Yan Shan rose abruptly. In order to protect Li Mingyuan, his back and arms had suffered extensive burns.

But to a martial artist, these were merely superficial wounds. They would not affect his combat strength in the short term.

His muscles and bones crackled throughout his body as he suddenly blasted out a palm strike!

Su Ti neither dodged nor retreated. Riding his forward momentum, he smashed out a punch!

Bang!

The two separated the instant they collided, each retreating three steps.

Yan Shan's body swayed before he steadied himself. Feeling the force behind that punch, he was shocked and demanded sharply,

"A Tongli Stage martial artist—who exactly are you?!"

Su Ti wore a mask, and combined with his Tongli Stage cultivation, Yan Shan failed to recognize him.

Su Ti shook his numb fist. That exchange had told him that his raw strength was not superior to Yan Shan's.

He had misjudged Yan Shan. When his Comprehensive Fighting Techniques had reached mastery, he had assessed Yan Shan's strength and believed that he would have had a good chance of winning with jiu-jitsu back then. Now it seemed that even at his current strength, he could not guarantee victory over Yan Shan.

But a fight was never decided by raw strength alone.

"Yan Shan, your hand!"

Li Shao pointed in terror at Yan Shan's right palm, the one that had just met Su Ti's fist. Yan Shan raised it to look and froze.

A spiral wine corkscrew was currently pierced through the center of his right palm.

Su Ti had deliberately knocked it to the floor when he entered, then picked it up at just the right moment.

The corkscrew's handle was wedged against his palm, while its spiraling metal hook had torn through tendons and blood vessels. Within moments, blood was spraying across the floor from Yan Shan's right hand.

His hand had been numbed by the earlier exchange, so he had not noticed. Only now, as waves of convulsing agony shot through his palm, did Yan Shan react, his face twitching.

He knew that with an injury like this, that hand was temporarily useless.

"You... despicable!"

Yan Shan gripped his right wrist, his face beginning to pale as he roared.

In truth, as a gang martial artist, his methods were not particularly clean either. He had concealed a pair of fighting knuckle spikes in his clothes and strapped a poisoned triangular military dagger to his calf.

But Su Ti had struck first, and his rapid chain of attacks had come too quickly. Before Yan Shan could use any of those methods, one of his hands had already been crippled. It was too late to use them now.

"Despicable? Take another punch from me!"

Su Ti sneered and threw another punch.

Yan Shan had no choice. Li Shao was behind him, leaving him nowhere to dodge. He could only take it head-on. But this time, he saw clearly that Su Ti's fist held nothing.

Just as their fist and palm collided!

Boom!

Su Ti suddenly flung a cloud of lime from his other hand, blasting it straight into Yan Shan's face.