Song Ren drew closer and closer, and the pressure Siu Jai Ming felt grew increasingly suffocating.
He was the first to lose his patience.
Gripping the knife in his right hand, he stabbed toward Song Ren's lower abdomen.
Song Ren stepped half a pace forward and used his wrist to knock aside the knife-wielding forearm.
He formed his other hand into a claw and thrust it upward, viciously clamping toward Siu Jai Ming's throat, but Siu Jai Ming knocked it away with his elbow.
Song Ren turned his head, narrowly avoiding a flash of the blade, but stepped forward again. His hands moved like dragons as he reached for Siu Jai Ming's shoulders.
Siu Jai Ming retreated half a step and twisted aside to evade the grab, then struck horizontally at Song Ren's head with his elbow.
Song Ren withdrew and turned his arm, driving an elbow into his opponent and knocking him away.
But a treacherous flash of the blade stabbed in from an unexpected angle, only for Song Ren's thrusting right leg to slam into the inside of Siu Jai Ming's calf.
Siu Jai Ming's leg went numb, and he staggered, his angle thrown badly off.
Taking advantage of the opening, Song Ren seized his wrist. His thumb pressed against the back of the hand holding the knife, and he violently shoved inward.
Pain shot through the back of Siu Jai Ming's hand, and his clenched fingers involuntarily loosened.
The pipe knife fell, but he caught it in midair with his sharp left hand. Lowering his body, he stabbed straight toward Song Ren's abdomen.
The angle of this stab was vicious. If it went in, organ damage would be the least of the consequences.
Song Ren decisively stepped back while raising his knee to knock aside the knife-wielding left hand. He drove it straight into Siu Jai Ming's chest and abdomen.
With his right hand restrained, Siu Jai Ming could only pull back his left and raise his forearm in front of his chest.
Thud!
Siu Jai Ming's expression shifted slightly.
But it wasn't over yet. Having landed his attack, Song Ren followed up with a fierce offensive.
As his foot touched down, he reached forward and seized Siu Jai Ming's arm, then violently yanked it backward.
Siu Jai Ming lost his balance again and involuntarily lurched forward, only to have Song Ren's left hand clamp forcefully onto the protruding shoulder blade behind him.
His five fingers were pincers, his fingertips iron hooks, digging into the raised hollow of Siu Jai Ming's shoulder blade.
His palm tightened, and his finger bones arched high.
He dug in and pulled!
Crack!
The shoulder blade in Siu Jai Ming's right arm was dislocated. The intense strain on his tendons and muscles, combined with the agony of his displaced bones, made his face turn deathly pale!
Song Ren's expression remained cold, but his movements grew increasingly savage.
He had said Siu Jai Ming wouldn't be getting out, and he would keep his word!
Song Ren twisted aside to evade Siu Jai Ming's hasty counterattack, then drove forward with his raised knee, slamming it into him and making him stagger again.
He hooked one hand around the back of Siu Jai Ming's head, stepped back, and abruptly forced his wrist downward, making Siu Jai Ming stumble forward with his head lowered.
Song Ren twisted his foot and kicked away the hand holding the knife once more.
As he dragged Siu Jai Ming backward, he viciously drove his knee into the underside of Siu Jai Ming's jaw.
Crack!
His jaw had been dislocated!
Siu Jai Ming staggered, his face pale as he gaped and drooled.
His reactions also slowed for a breath.
After Song Ren released him, he immediately followed with a vicious side whip kick.
The angle was high, and it lashed across Siu Jai Ming's neck.
Thud!
The impact against flesh and muscle was deep and muffled.
Under the enormous force, Siu Jai Ming was knocked to his knees, coughing up a large mouthful of bloody grime.
The surrounding prisoners felt their hearts tighten.
Zhong Yi Xin's killer, Siu Jai Ming, was feared by so many people not because he was good with guns, but simply because he fought with ruthless ferocity and wielded a short knife with near-supernatural skill.
Yet no one had expected that such a vicious man would be beaten to his knees and forced to cough blood by another man using his bare hands.
The two Zhong Yi Xin underlings couldn't stand by any longer and charged from behind Song Ren.
Song Ren's blood surged, and he had never felt so exhilarated.
It was as though he had eyes in the back of his head. Bracing himself on one leg, he twisted his waist and drove a side back kick into the charging man, knocking him flat.
After landing, he shifted aside to evade the other man, then caught his forearm from behind and yanked him forward.
He swept one foot upward and kicked the man in the armpit.
With the man's arm stretched straight, Song Ren raised his hand and smashed his left elbow into the upper side of the man's elbow joint.
Crack!
The man's elbow bent inward, and his face twisted instantly.
By then, Siu Jai Ming had just managed to get up. Supporting himself with one hand against the ground, he endured the intense pain and forcibly pushed his dislocated shoulder blade back into place.
He moved the arm slightly. It was still unnatural, trembling faintly.
Then Siu Jai Ming coldly gripped his jaw and forcefully set it back into place. His face went pale from the pain, and his brows drew tightly together.
He also prodded his teeth with the tip of his tongue, then spat a mouthful of blood to the side. A blood-streaked molar was mixed in with it.
His expression became colder than ever. His opponent's skills were astonishingly good.
If he had been carrying his own short knife, he could still have had some confidence. But in this situation, even the proud Siu Jai Ming had to admit that his skills were inferior.
At a signal from his eyes, Suit Boy and another member of the Number Gang closed in at the same time.
Suit Boy was one of the better fighters in Zhong Yi Xin, while the Number Gang prisoner also had a reputation. Although he wasn't one of the gang's Double Flower Red Sticks, his skills were still quite impressive.
Suit Boy's face had been dark the whole time. He had originally wanted to cripple Siu Jai Ming, but clearly, dealing with this man in front of them took priority now.
To be able to overpower Siu Jai Ming in a fight, he must have some real ability!
From another direction came a member of the Number Gang. His nickname was Old Ghost, and half his face was tattooed with a blood-red Yaksha. He stared at Song Ren with a sinister gaze.
Throughout the entire prison wing, the people Song Ren was most at odds with—and who harbored the greatest hostility toward him—were those from Zhong Yi Xin and the Number Gang.
Old Ghost spat on the ground. "Siu Jai Ming, you got beaten until you vomited blood. Can you handle this or not?"
Siu Jai Ming's face was shrouded in gloom. "Old Ghost, you talk too much."
Old Ghost was only teasing him and stopped mocking him after that. He wasn't blind; he could see the situation clearly.
The sinister Yaksha tattoo on his face stared at Song Ren with a frigid gaze. "Damn it, Stanley Prison doesn't allow anyone to be this cocky. I'll send you to be reincarnated right now."
Song Ren swept his gaze left and right. Rather than wait for the three of them to surround him, he chose to strike first.
He leaped forward and charged straight at Old Ghost, whose face was twisted with murderous intent.
You little bastard, you sure talk loudly!
Song Ren's hands formed claws. One reached for Old Ghost's shoulder blade while the other went for his ribs, but Old Ghost calmly blocked them one after another.
Song Ren immediately changed moves. He stepped back, followed the arms that had been deflected, and twisted his hands around to clamp down hard on the upper arms.
His five fingers dug deeply into the muscle.
At the same time, he took another large step back, avoiding Suit Boy's punch and Siu Jai Ming's viciously stabbing knife.
The muscles in Old Ghost's arms burned as though they were being seared by fire, and he stumbled along as Song Ren dragged him.
Song Ren raised his knee high and violently slammed it into Old Ghost's chin.
His head snapped upward. Two large teeth flew from his wide-open mouth, and bright red blood sprayed in specks!
Having landed the blow, Song Ren immediately released him and retreated.
Siu Jai Ming's sweeping knife skimmed past his abdomen at the limit of its reach, slicing open his prison uniform.
Thud!
Song Ren took a hard kick to the shoulder and retreated two steps in a row before stabilizing himself.
Suit Boy rubbed the sole of his foot against the yard's ground, his eyes filled with smugness.
He was extremely confident in his legwork, and after landing that hit, he grew even more arrogant. "Tsk, tsk. Did I overestimate you? You look like nothing special."
Song Ren merely raised his brows. Instead, Old Ghost wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glared viciously at Suit Boy.