Five in a Row

At night, warm breezes drifted gently.

Peter had a cigarette between his lips, while Captain 12 stood beside him and fawningly lit it for him.

"Big Brother Peter, our Team 12 really can't hold on this time."

"The higher-ups suddenly changed the system, and it's made things terribly hard for me."

Captain 12 had his subordinates curse the people upstairs at the top of their lungs while crouching beside Peter and complaining.

Peter laughed. "So what? Who told you not to show some consideration for the newcomers? Look at the mess you're in."

"Tell me, weren't you the one who recruited the most newcomers every time? You ruined every last one of them."

"What? You want to borrow money? Whose Redemption Vouchers aren't their lifeline? I haven't even gathered enough for this month."

Captain 12 smiled ingratiatingly. "I know, I know. Everyone has it hard."

"But I really can't hold on anymore. See if you can find a way to spare me some people?"

"Big Brother Peter, I follow your lead! Look, this time you said you wanted to teach the newcomers a lesson, so I brought the dozen-plus people from my entire team."

Peter swept his gaze over them. Indeed, Team 12 had brought the most brawny men this time.

But those were the only brawny men left in their team.

Peter smiled. "Giving you people is impossible, but there are plenty of people in this building."

"If they dare come out, I can try to ask for some people on your behalf."

Captain 12 repeatedly thanked him. "Thank you, Big Brother Peter."

Peter suddenly changed tack. "But don't get your hopes up. You know what Qiao Long is like. He treats his subordinates as his lifeline. Even if I beat him to death, he probably won't agree to sell anyone to me."

Captain 12 said, "Aren't there other teams? He knows plenty of teams with lots of people."

Peter looked at him disdainfully, flicked away his cigarette ash, and answered perfunctorily, "We'll see. If they don't dare come out, there's nothing I can do."

"It's not as if you expect me to charge upstairs and kill them, right?"

For a moment, everyone from Team 12 grew anxious, sighing one after another.

Their team had too few people. This time, they really wouldn't be able to hold on.

Thinking of this, Captain 12 grew even more furious. But he didn't dare complain about the Wa people's rules, so he could only walk to an execution rack and stare at the thin man hanging from it, lashing him viciously twice.

That thin man was precisely the one he had dragged away after lunch in the cafeteria.

From that moment onward, he had been brought to the execution ground and hung there.

Now he hadn't had a drop of water and had endured endless torment. He was already half-dead.

"Damn it, I asked you to bring Redemption Vouchers, not give me your life! You're really stubborn!" Captain 12 was furious. The man refused to budge, insisting that even if he survived the game, he wouldn't bring back a single Redemption Voucher.

"Heh heh heh..." The thin man took two more lashes, yet merely sneered.

Looking at his miserable state, it seemed he was mocking his captain, while also mocking himself.

"Eh? They're out! The people from Team 09 are out!" someone suddenly shouted.

Captain 12 had no time to torment his team member and hurried over excitedly.

A total of seventy-two people stood together. Every one of them was tall and broad, with bulging muscles and an imposing air.

From the stairwell, Gaoxin emerged with Sule, Sun Chuan, Li Shande, and three sturdy young men—a total of seven people.

They were all the fighters Team 09 had left. In terms of combat strength, every one of them was at the Superior Glass Person level.

Peter threw away his cigarette and laughed loudly. "Wow, you really dared to come out?"

"Not bad, you've got guts! Where's Qiao Long? Hiding?"

Gaoxin stepped forward. "You called so many people out at night to get beaten? Don't you have anything better to do?"

Peter laughed. "Kid, I gave you plenty of face this morning. I'll give you one more chance now. Do you want to join Team 02?"

"If you agree now, it's not too late. I'll still treat you as my brother and make you vice-captain."

Gaoxin scrutinized everyone around him and asked in return, "What if I don't?"

Peter tore off his clothes, revealing his powerful muscles, and looked down at Gaoxin. "Then I'll beat you until you're afraid whenever you see me!"

Gaoxin stared at him. "I'll give you a choice too. Join me, and you'll have a chance to be reborn."

"Otherwise, I'll smash you."

Peter sneered and was just about to speak when his expression suddenly froze.

He had sensed a terrifying killing intent radiating from Gaoxin. At such close range, he vaguely felt as though he were facing a natural enemy.

How was this possible? Condensing killing intent into something tangible and striking others in the form of pheromones was a common method of a Radiation User.

A Glass Person could do it too, but it was extremely difficult. Only someone who had slaughtered countless people could manage it.

The powerful newcomer he had received this time, Luo Ban, was a complete murderer. Yet even a thug like Luo Ban couldn't give him this horrifying feeling.

But Gaoxin had done it. He merely stared at Peter calmly, as if a ferocious beast were watching its prey!

How many people has this guy killed? Peter suddenly felt uneasy.

He was deeply wary of Gaoxin's astonishing feat of killing Daishan Beida, so he hadn't planned to fight him one-on-one this time. Instead, he had brought seventy brawny men and displayed the full extent of his forces.

But Gaoxin had only seven people and was still this confident. What exactly was he relying on?

Peter had achieved his current status through more than luck. At this moment, he couldn't help wondering whether his actions had been wise.

But just as he was intimidated and seriously reconsidering his decision,

Captain 12 suddenly bellowed, "Damn it, who do you think you are? How dare you talk to Big Brother Peter like that!"

"Get him!"

He charged forward with a straight kick, starting the battle.

Immediately afterward, the dozen-plus brawny men from Team 12 surged forward, surrounding and attacking Gaoxin's group of seven.

Peter's mouth twitched. Who the hell told you to start the fight?

He merely stepped backward, folded his arms across his chest, and didn't hurry to join in.

Seeing that he didn't move, neither did his subordinates.

Thus, dozens of people surrounded the battlefield, watching fourteen strong men attack seven people.

"Very good!" Gaoxin kicked away the incoming strike and engaged Captain 12 in battle as his muscles bulged.

Li Shande gave a cackle, turned his feet inward, and took up a Wing Chun stance against one opponent.

"Wing Chun Li Shande!"

"Tch!" His opponent swung a fist.

Li Shande easily blocked it. His physique was no worse than the other man's, and his strength was even slightly greater than Gaoxin's.

But there were too many enemies. Just as he was suppressing his opponent, someone suddenly kicked him from behind.

Attacked from front and back, his punches became chaotic. He immediately grew furious. "Damn it!"

In his anger, he slapped both hands against his chest like a gorilla and charged forward, abandoning all concern for technique!

As for Sun Chuan, he had a shifty, ratlike face. His strength wasn't as great as Li Shande's, but it wasn't weak either, only slightly inferior to Sule's.

However, he was extremely agile. His hand speed and jumping ability were astonishing. He dragged two enemies around, occasionally finding an opening to land a cheap hit before running off.

By comparison, Sule was much more honest. He seemed to have never fought before.

However, he was very good at using his surroundings. He led his enemies around the execution ground, weaving around wooden frames and torture tools. By using the props to counterattack, he actually managed to hold off two formidable opponents.

But there were fourteen enemies, and every one of them was a brawny man.

The other three men Gaoxin had brought didn't have the ability to fight two enemies at once. They were quickly knocked to the ground.

At this point, only four of the seven people from Team 09 remained.

The pressure on them increased sharply. They had to fight three opponents each, while Gaoxin alone had to fight five!

"Kid, if you don't want your legs broken, kneel and beg for mercy. Transfer twenty team members to me, and I'll let you off!" Captain 12 snarled.

His physique was stronger than Gaoxin's, weighing a full ninety kilograms. Beside him were four more brawny men weighing eighty kilograms each.

Surrounded by five attackers, Gaoxin was soon injured.

However, he had already figured out their attack patterns.

Strengthening the brain mainly enhanced its various functions.

With his powerful memory and calculation ability, he quickly understood his enemies.

Gradually, during the fight, Gaoxin could read his opponents' movements through their gazes, positioning, and even muscle changes!

Moreover, Gaoxin was no longer a novice.

Although he had never systematically studied any kind of combat, after experiencing several brushes with death and fighting the illusions created by Silver Hand, he had gradually developed his own style through powerful intuition and inspiration.

Precisely because he had never learned combat, he could now make excellent use of his fully formed Heart of Dark Logic to create a fighting style of his own.

It might not be especially scientific or refined, but it suited him perfectly.

It could be said that he was fighting with his brain. By comparison, his opponents were simply flailing wildly.

Even against five people, he quickly found an opening.

"You want my people? I should be the one saying that!"

Gaoxin suddenly widened his eyes, imitated Silver Hand's ferocity, and unleashed his killing intent.

At such close range, Captain 12 shuddered all over. Goosebumps rose across his skin, and his movements became distorted.

Gaoxin instantly found an opening and stabbed toward his eyes.

Captain 12 reacted quickly and hurriedly raised his hand to shield his face, unaware that it was a feint.

He protected his eyes but neglected his lower body.

"Fuck you!"

Gaoxin drove his knee forward, striking his opponent directly in the groin and hitting his vital point.

Boom! The blow was powerful and heavy!

"Pfft!" Blood burst through the man's pants on the spot!

"Ah—uh—eeeee!"

Captain 12's eyes bulged, and a horrifying scream tore from his throat as his entire body was knocked flying.

The four men beside him were startled. Before they could react, Gaoxin used the recoil from his knee strike to lean his body backward and sideways, then slammed his elbow into the groin of the man behind him.

"Ugh!"

Ignoring the scream behind him, Gaoxin used the force to spring into another attack. He struck left and right, his fists smashing the vital points of the two men beside him.

The last man finally recovered and attacked. He guarded his crotch with one hand, then took advantage of Gaoxin's unbalanced posture to kick fiercely between his legs, actually trying to repay him in kind.

But that was nothing more than an amateur trying to instruct a master.

At that moment, Gaoxin's chain of ricocheting, force-borrowing moves made his body twist and tilt as though he could barely maintain his balance. In reality, he was as steady as an old dog.

His balance was at the level of an acrobatic genius. He performed a bizarre movement close to the ground, then sprang up and dodged the kick.

His opponent, on the other hand, missed and lost his balance.

Gaoxin wanted to stand up and counterattack, but there wasn't enough time. He simply stayed down and lay flat.

Taking advantage of the momentum, he slid sideways, embraced the leg his opponent had kicked out, and yanked hard. As his opponent completely lost his balance, the motion also gave Gaoxin force to drive himself forward. He immediately kicked diagonally with all his strength, sending the full power of his body toward the man's balls.

"Pfft!"

The last man fell as well, wailing and convulsing, his pants soaked in blood.

At this point, Gaoxin had crippled ten balls with three punches and two kicks.

The five strongest members of Team 12 had all been disabled, completely losing their combat ability. They cried for their fathers and mothers, their features twisted in agony, their faces pale and their heads drenched in sweat.

Using the final pull, Gaoxin made himself rise like a roly-poly and stand upright on the spot. The entire sequence had flowed like water, as though the scene had been played backward.

"Hiss!"

The onlookers' scalps went numb. Their lower bodies tightened, and they were left trembling with indescribable fear.

Peter's forehead was covered in sweat. Gaoxin had faced five powerful enemies alone, each heavier than him, yet had crippled all five with three punches and two kicks.

The moves were simple and crude, but they were undeniably effective!

The results were obvious, too—fast, accurate, and ruthless! One chain of attacks had ended the battle. Simplicity concealed extraordinary skill.

Otherwise, if those five men had the ability, why hadn't they smashed Gaoxin's balls?

Peter asked himself honestly. He wasn't confident he could defeat those five men either. He might even have been beaten badly. Fighting five opponents of the same level alone was no joke.

"But what if you can fight? I have more people!"

P.S. Sorry. Happy Children's Day...