Bone and Tendon Dislocation

As Song Ren got closer, the oppressive feeling A Ji sensed grew more intense.

He couldn't hold back any longer.

Gripping a knife, he thrust it towards Song Ren's lower abdomen.

Song Ren stepped forward half a pace, using his wrist to deflect the attacker's knife-wielding forearm.

With his other hand forming a claw, he thrust upwards, aiming for A Ji's throat, but A Ji blocked it with his elbow.

Song Ren dodged a flash of the blade with a sideways head movement. His steps advanced again, his hands like dragons, reaching for A Ji's shoulders.

A Ji took half a step back, evading with a sidestep while striking Song Ren's head with his elbow.

Song Ren retracted his arm and blocked the blow with his own elbow.

But a cleverly angled blade flashed out, only to be met by Song Ren's forward-thrusting right leg, which slammed into the inside of A Ji's calf.

A Ji's leg went numb, and his stance faltered, throwing him off balance.

Seizing the opportunity, Song Ren grabbed his wrist, pressing his thumb onto the back of A Ji's knife-holding hand and forcefully twisting it inward.

A Ji's hand throbbed with pain, and his grip involuntarily loosened.

The pipe knife fell, but he caught it mid-air with his sharp left hand, lowering his body and thrusting directly at Song Ren's abdomen.

This stab was vicious; if it landed, internal injuries would be the least of his worries.

Song Ren promptly stepped back, simultaneously raising his knee to knock away A Ji's knife-wielding left hand and driving it towards A Ji's chest and abdomen.

With his right hand restrained, A Ji could only retract his left hand and block his chest with his forearm.

Thump!

A Ji's expression shifted slightly.

But it wasn't over yet. Having gained an advantage, Song Ren pressed his relentless assault.

His foot landed, and he smoothly reached out, grabbing A Ji's arm and yanking him back forcefully.

A Ji's balance was again compromised, and he stumbled forward, only to have Song Ren's left hand clamp down fiercely on the prominent part of his shoulder blade from behind.

His fingers were like pincers, his nails like iron hooks, digging into the concave groove of A Ji's shoulder blade.

He applied pressure with his palm, arching his knuckles.

Dig and pull!

Crack!

A Ji's right shoulder blade was dislocated. The intense muscle strain and the pain of the misaligned bone turned A Ji's face deathly pale!

Song Ren's expression remained cold, but his movements became increasingly brutal.

"I said you wouldn't get out, and I always keep my word!"

Song Ren sidestepped A Ji's hasty counterattack, raising his knee in a bridge position and hitting A Ji again, causing him to stumble.

He hooked A Ji's head from behind, stepped back, and forcefully pushed down on his wrist, forcing A Ji to stumble forward with his head bowed.

Song Ren twisted his foot and kicked away A Ji's knife-wielding hand again.

As he dragged A Ji back, he drove his knee forcefully into the side of A Ji's jaw.

Crack!

His jaw dislocated!

A Ji staggered, his pale face slack-jawed, drooling.

His reactions were also a beat slower.

After releasing his grip, Song Ren followed up with a fierce side whip kick.

The angle was high, striking A Ji's neck.

Thump!

The impact on the muscle was dull.

Under the immense force, A Ji was slammed to his knees, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The surrounding inmates shuddered.

A Ji, a killer for Zhong Yi Xin, was feared by many, not because of his marksmanship, but simply because of his ruthless fighting skills and his almost divine mastery of the short knife.

Yet, they never expected such a formidable fighter to be beaten to his knees, coughing blood, by another man using only his bare hands.

Two of Zhong Yi Xin's lackeys couldn't stand by and charged at Song Ren from behind.

Song Ren's blood surged with unprecedented excitement.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he supported himself on one leg, twisted his waist, and delivered a backward side kick, sending the attackers flying.

He landed, sidestepped to avoid a blow, and with a backhand, clamped onto another man's forearm and pulled him forward.

He delivered an upward kick to the man's armpit.

The arm was stretched straight, and Song Ren followed up by striking the upper part of the opponent's elbow joint with his left elbow.

Crack!

The man's elbow joint snapped inward, his face contorting in pain.

At this moment, A Ji had just gotten up. Bracing himself on the ground with his hands, he endured the intense pain and forcefully reset his dislocated shoulder blade.

After a slight movement, his arm still felt unnatural, trembling slightly.

Then, A Ji, with a cold expression, used his hand to forcefully realign his jawbone, his face paling from the pain, his brows deeply furrowed.

He nudged his teeth with his tongue, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva to the side, which also contained a blood-stained molar.

His expression turned unprecedentedly cold. The opponent's fighting skills were astonishingly good.

If he had his short knife on him, he might have had some confidence, but in this situation, even the proud A Ji had to admit he was outmatched.

He signaled with his eyes, and the Suit Boy beside him, along with another inmate from the Number Gang, immediately closed in.

The Suit Boy's skills were considered noteworthy within Zhong Yi Xin, and the inmate from the Number Gang was also quite well-known. While not a top enforcer for the triad, his fighting ability was considerable.

The Suit Boy had been scowling, intending to disable Siu Jai Ming, but it was clear that dealing with the person in front of him took priority.

To be able to suppress A Ji in a fight, he definitely had some skills!

From another direction came a man from the Number Gang, nicknamed Old Ghost. Half of his face was tattooed with a blood-red Yaksha, and his sinister eyes were fixed on Song Ren.

Throughout the entire prison block, the people from Zhong Yi Xin and the Number Gang were the most at odds with Song Ren and harbored the greatest hostility towards him.

Old Ghost spat on the ground, "A Ji, you got beaten until you're spitting blood. Can you even handle this?"

A Ji's face was full of gloom, "Old Ghost, you talk too much."

Old Ghost merely made a teasing remark and stopped mocking him. His eyes weren't blind; he could see the situation clearly.

The Yaksha tattooed on his face seemed to glare chillingly at Song Ren, "Damn it, there's no room for someone as arrogant as you in Stanley Prison. I'll send you off to reincarnate right now."

Song Ren glanced around, and before the three could surround him, he chose to make the first move.

He leaped forward, charging directly at the fierce-looking Old Ghost.

You little brat, you've got a loud mouth!

Song Ren's hands formed claws, striking sharply at Old Ghost's shoulder blade and ribs from front and back, but Old Ghost calmly blocked each attack.

Song Ren immediately changed his move, stepping back, his hands following the deflected arms, twisting and then forcefully gripping Old Ghost's upper arm.

His five fingers dug deeply into the muscle.

At the same time, he took another large step back, dodging a punch from the Suit Boy and a stab from A Ji.

Old Ghost's arm muscles felt as if they were burning, and he stumbled along, dragged by Song Ren.

Song Ren arched his knee and forcefully rammed it into Old Ghost's jaw.

His head immediately snapped back, and two large teeth flew out of his gaping mouth, splattering bright red blood!

Having landed the blow, Song Ren immediately let go and retreated.

A Ji's sweeping knife narrowly grazed his abdomen, tearing through his prison uniform.

Thump!

Song Ren's shoulder took a solid kick, and he staggered back two steps before steadying himself.

The Suit Boy scraped the sole of his shoe against the ground of the yard, a look of triumph in his eyes.

He was very confident in his legwork, and after landing the hit, his arrogance grew even more. "Tsk tsk, did I overestimate you? You don't seem like much."

Song Ren merely raised an eyebrow, while Old Ghost, after wiping the blood from his mouth, glared fiercely at the Suit Boy.