Cruel Battle

The arena was already engulfed in fierce combat.

The spectators in the stands screamed wildly.

The entire venue was thick with the scents of smoke, alcohol, and perfume, along with the murky reek of hormones.

Fang Mo felt as if he had returned to one of Earth's nightclubs!

He had loved such places in his youth, but now he found the smell repulsive. He found a corner and watched the fight.

"Violent Wolf!"

He saw that the one fighting on the stage was Violent Wolf.

His opponent was also an Eagle Claw Technique expert—Li Feng.

The two fought with extreme ferocity, scarcely bothering to defend as they clashed head-on. It was strength against strength, a spectacular aesthetic of violence.

The endless sounds of collision even drowned out the pounding music.

Watching them fight, Fang Mo felt as though two savage beasts were fighting for their lives.

Compared to this, the battle he had seen between Qin Muxue and Shen Songyang had seemed far weaker. It had lacked this blood-soaked brutality and savagery.

Fang Mo's blood boiled. His eyes remained fixed on the two fighters as he greedily absorbed combat experience.

Ming Jin seemed to belong only to the second realm, yet many people spent their entire lives in the Strength Training Realm and never entered Ming Jin.

Ming Jin was not about who possessed greater strength, but explosive force.

It meant training the strength of the entire body, concentrating it to explosively unleash one's blood and vitality, so that a single punch created an explosive crack in the air.

The saying that a single sound was worth a thousand gold referred to this. Some people were strong, yet had no destructive power—only brute force.

Fuhu Martial Arts Hall already had strict requirements for its disciples, selecting only those with decent bone structure.

Yet among the nearly thirty students in the front courtyard, probably fewer than ten would enter Ming Jin.

As for Dark Force, perhaps only one or two could reach it. There might even be none at all.

Therefore, anyone who became a Mingjin Martial Artist could find a good path ahead, even if they did not rise above the common crowd. They could join a gang, work as security or a guard, or enlist in the military. An exceptionally powerful Ming Jin expert like Violent Wolf would absolutely be gang-leader material in many small gangs.

Such a match was not something one could easily witness, which was why Fang Mo watched with such concentration.

Several minutes passed, and the two had exchanged countless moves.

Such frenzied combat drained both of them heavily, and their movements gradually slowed.

But Fang Mo saw the problem. Violent Wolf was likely going to lose.

Though Violent Wolf had good stamina and strong defense, he was clearly somewhat inferior to his opponent in martial skills.

Moreover, Li Feng's defense was obviously no weaker than Violent Wolf's—perhaps even stronger.

In trading injuries, Violent Wolf had gained no advantage.

Fang Mo secretly thought, Violent Wolf probably hasn't received the true inheritance of the Hanging Palm Technique either. He is most likely a Rogue Cultivator, relying entirely on his own fumbling exploration. That is the sorrow of so many ordinary martial artists.

Martial arts had flourished in this world for only three hundred years, yet monopolies had already become extremely severe.

Profound cultivation methods and resources were all controlled by the major powers.

Those with good bone structure and talent could attend a Martial Academy or join one of the sects. But for those with poor bone structure and insufficient talent, walking the path of martial arts was exceedingly difficult.

Just like himself!

If he had not obtained the mysterious Bronze Mirror, if he did not possess the divine ability of Practice Makes Perfect—

He would certainly have been eliminated from the Martial Hall half a year later.

That was why he empathized so deeply now, silently cheering Violent Wolf on.

"Not good!"

Fang Mo's expression suddenly changed. Violent Wolf seemed to be exhausted, and a tiny flaw had appeared in his Palm Technique.

"Heart Piercing Claw!"

Li Feng was indeed formidable and highly skilled in combat. He instantly seized the opportunity, his eagle claw tearing through the opening as it shot straight for Violent Wolf's chest.

Though Violent Wolf's combat skill was inferior, his battle experience was exceptionally rich. He turned sideways and switched palms, intending to chop aside the eagle claw. But he was fast, and his opponent was just as fast.

Li Feng had not intended to pierce his heart. Midway through, he abruptly changed techniques and clamped onto Violent Wolf's left upper arm.

"Sky Rending Claw, tear for me!"

Li Feng shouted sharply. His clawed hand suddenly tightened, locking onto the muscles as his eagle claw dug directly into flesh.

"Heart Chasing Palm!"

Violent Wolf knew he could not evade it. He flicked his hand, thrust his palm through, and fiercely struck toward Li Feng's chest.

Bang! The palm landed squarely on Li Feng's chest.

Li Feng staggered back two steps. At the same time, the sound of cloth and flesh being torn apart rang out.

Violent Wolf clutched his arm and retreated.

His upper arm was a bloody mess, blood spurting wildly. Sweat covered his forehead, and his face had gone pale.

That claw had likely torn through his major tendons.

"Ah! Violent Wolf is injured!"

"It's over! Violent Wolf is going to lose! My five hundred thousand is gone!"

"Violent Wolf, you can't lose! You're the wolf that never loses—defeat him!"

The spectators erupted into turmoil at the sight. People shouted one after another; quite a few had placed heavy bets.

Inside a private room, Chen Yeming remained seated, but even the hand gripping his wineglass trembled slightly.

If Violent Wolf lost, Iron Stone would bear the Qin surname.

Losing Iron Stone would be a devastating blow to the Chen Family.

Qin Yuanping, however, smiled. The gloom on his face had vanished, replaced by the delight of a scheme successfully carried out.

"Die!"

Li Feng let out a sinister, piercing howl and lunged forward again, blood still staining his eagle claws.

Violent Wolf swung his arm to block. His palm collided with the eagle claw, but the next instant, Li Feng flipped his claw and hooked back, seizing Violent Wolf's right wrist joint.

His target had never been Violent Wolf's throat.

"Muscle Severing Bone Breaking Hand!"

Li Feng barked coldly, twisting sharply with both hands. At once, the sound of bones snapping rang out.

Violent Wolf gritted his teeth and kicked, striking Li Feng in the chest.

Li Feng was forced back by the blow, but his eagle claw still tore open Violent Wolf's arm. Flesh turned outward, exposing tendon and bone, while blood gushed forth like a fountain.

The intense pain drew a muffled groan from Violent Wolf. His body staggered back and slammed into the iron cage.

Both his arms hung limply. His right hand was completely deformed, as if it had been twisted through machinery. Violent Wolf's face was pale as paper, sweat rolling down without stop.

"Your Indestructible Diamond Body isn't complete, is it?"

Li Feng shook the blood from his hands, an icy smile on his face. "That bullshit Indestructible Body is nothing but a technique that can never be mastered. You think you can risk your life against me with that technique? My Eagle Claw Sect's Iron Shirt stands unrivaled beneath heaven. Is it something you can break?"

"If I had mastered the first layer of my Indestructible Diamond Body, I would definitely defeat you!"

Sweat covered Violent Wolf's head. Gritting his teeth, he stared fixedly at Li Feng and spoke.

"Unfortunately, you haven't!"

Li Feng sneered coldly. Killing intent surged in his eyes as he shouted harshly:

"You secretly plotted against and killed my Junior Brother, but I won't kill you. I'll cripple all four of your limbs and make you crawl through every day of your life!"

Li Feng smiled cruelly and stepped forward. Both eagle claws instantly seized Violent Wolf's shoulder bones from either side. Like steel hooks, they were about to tear apart the large bones in his shoulders.

Once those two bones broke, a person would be crippled. It would be forever impossible to train again.

"Ah!"

Violent Wolf screamed.

Many women covered their eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

This only made Li Feng more excited. Cruel light surged in his eyes as he exerted force, intending to tear apart Violent Wolf's major tendons.

This was not his first time. He had already torn apart the neck bones of many martial artists.

That sensation thrilled him.

"Ah!"

Violent Wolf suddenly let out a crazed roar. He kicked off the iron cage, then smashed his head straight into Li Feng's face, slamming into his nose. A crisp crack rang out from Li Feng's nasal bone, blood spraying everywhere. Li Feng released his hands in pain and stumbled back.

"Let's die together!"

Violent Wolf roared ferociously, his face covered in blood, and lunged at Li Guang once more.

Everyone was shocked by the sight.

Violent Wolf truly lived up to his name. He was genuinely insane—despite such grave injuries, he could still fight with his life on the line.

"You're courting death!"

Li Feng was enraged. He lowered the hand covering his nose and fiercely kicked out, sending Violent Wolf flying backward while vomiting blood. He crashed heavily into the iron cage.

Li Feng pounced after him. Violent Wolf attacked with his less-injured left hand.

But Li Feng seized it with both hands and violently twisted. His bones exploded with sharp cracks, and his left arm was twisted completely apart as well.

Violent Wolf howled and raised his leg to kick.

But the next instant, Li Feng flung him away, and he crashed heavily onto the ground.

Before he could rise, Li Feng arrived. With one stomp, he broke Violent Wolf's left leg, snapping the entire lower leg.

Violent Wolf let out a desperate, miserable scream.

"You still dared to hurt me? Die!"

Li Feng roared and stomped down again. Violent Wolf's right leg was broken as well.

Other than a few women's screams, the venue fell into dead silence.

It was too brutal. The mighty Violent Wolf had had all four limbs broken.

Still not satisfied, Li Feng grabbed Violent Wolf's shoulder bones from behind with both hands, preparing to break them as well.

"Stop!"

At that moment, a deep shout rang out. Chen Yeming stood on the second floor and called out sternly:

"He has already lost. Don't injure him further!"

Li Feng looked up toward the second floor, a savage smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

He suddenly exerted force, and his eagle claws tore down.

"Ah!"

Violent Wolf released a shrill, miserable howl as Li Feng snapped both of his shoulder bones.