Two Doors in the Hands, All Relying on Legs to Hit People

A Ji remained silent, his arms moving quietly, his expression still grim.

His shoulder blade had been dislocated earlier, and even though he'd forced it back into place, it still affected his movements.

Otherwise, that knife wouldn't have just cut through his prison uniform just now.

Song Ren tore off his slightly tattered prison uniform and glanced at the prison guards who were already lining up outside the arena.

There wasn't much time left...

Song Ren's gaze sharpened, and he lunged forward.

Reaching them, he blocked Old Ghost's punch with one hand. Twisting his waist, he dodged A Ji's fierce stab.

As Suit Boy's high kick was still rising slightly, Song Ren had already planted his stance and stepped forward, poking the tip of his foot at Suit Boy's knee.

Suit Boy's knee went numb, and his body staggered for a moment.

Song Ren used his waist and hips, his thigh muscles exerting force. The foot that had poked out bent inward in mid-air, stomping down hard on the outside of Suit Boy's knee.

Crack!

Suit Boy's staggering form jolted, his expression changing drastically.

His right knee was clearly deformed inward!

Crossing the bridge, straddling the horse, parading through the flowers!

The essence of Tan Tui!

A sharp glint flashed in Song Ren's eyes. He'd show them what legwork was all about.

After the kick, as his foot landed, his body pressed forward, and he spun sharply.

A fierce whip kick drew a semicircle in the air, striking Suit Boy's pained face.

The flesh of his cheek visibly distorted, and half his teeth, mixed with blood and foam, flew out!

His whole body twisted, his neck askew, and he fell to the side!

At the same time, he bumped into the charging A Ji, momentarily halting his assault.

Seizing this opening, Song Ren took a punch from Old Ghost directly to his back.

His feet involuntarily stumbled forward, but his arm hooked in the opposite direction.

Grabbing Old Ghost's punching wrist, he dropped his body and kicked his left leg back, disrupting Old Ghost's footing.

Old Ghost staggered. Song Ren settled into a single-leg stance, the force from his arm sending Old Ghost forward three steps. Song Ren twisted and drove a simple knee strike into his chest.

His chest felt tight for a moment. Old Ghost supported himself with one hand, his body tilting as he rolled to the side.

But just as he completed his roll, Song Ren's high kick suddenly came down.

He stomped down heavily on Old Ghost's side.

Bang!

Old Ghost spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.

However, Song Ren didn't have time to press his advantage. Instead, he leaned back, narrowly dodging A Ji's pipe.

A Ji instantly shifted, smashing an elbow towards Song Ren's exposed chest.

Song Ren, leaning back, supported himself with only one hand. As his body rotated, he still took a kick to the shoulder.

But A Ji's expression showed no joy.

Because Suit Boy and Old Ghost still couldn't get up.

It was time for a one-on-one showdown again!

Song Ren didn't hesitate. Like a hunting tiger or leopard, he bared his fierce fangs once more!

Southern fist, northern kick – the essence of martial arts flowed like mercury, all directed at A Ji alone.

His fierce attacks were so sharp they were overwhelming.

At this moment, every part of Song Ren's body, every movement, formed an incredibly fluid offensive rhythm.

A Ji could resist for a few moments initially with the weapon in his hand, but soon he sustained more and more injuries.

Moreover, Song Ren became more fluid as he fought, his offense so fierce it was dazzling.

A Ji found it increasingly difficult to cope.

His right hand ached as his opponent twisted his wrist sharply, forcing his body upward involuntarily.

Before he could react, his armpit was struck again.

His shoulder blade was dislocated!

His expression changed drastically, but the more severe his injuries, the slower his reactions became.

He twisted his body, and before he could even launch a stab, his knee suddenly hurt, and his leg bent involuntarily.

He fell to one knee. Noticing Song Ren standing behind him, A Ji's face grew even paler.

Song Ren's hands formed eagle claws, gripping both shoulder blades.

Crack!

Both shoulder blades were completely dislocated!

His arms hung limply. Before he could even resist, Song Ren's hand had already clamped onto A Ji's jaw.

Crack!

His jawbone was out of place!

Immediately after, A Ji's right arm was grabbed again.

Song Ren's fingertips twisted three times, feeling the muscles in his forearm, then twisting and gouging.

The muscles tore, and the bone in his arm deformed!

A Ji could no longer hold back and let out a fierce scream!

The intense pain of bone and tendon dislocation was truly unbearable for an ordinary person.

But as soon as the scream left his throat, his chest took a ferocious kick.

His ribs also broke!

He was sent flying backward, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes rolling back. He had completely lost consciousness.

Only then did Old Ghost stand up again.

But seeing A Ji's twisted limbs and Suit Boy's deformed knees, his charging body suddenly halted.

Song Ren didn't pause at all. He twisted his body, using his waist and back to generate power. His whip kick was like a great dragon, lashing out towards Old Ghost's head.

Old Ghost's fierce charge came to a sudden halt with a slide as he got close to Song Ren.

Screech!

The ground scraped, and Old Ghost shouted sternly, "I surrender!"

Song Ren's fierce whip kick stopped abruptly in front of Old Ghost's face.

Large beads of cold sweat broke out on Old Ghost's forehead.

Song Ren also froze for a moment. He lowered his leg, half-doubting if he had heard correctly, and couldn't help but ask again, "What did you just say?"

Old Ghost lowered his head, "I surrender."

Facing a monster of Song Ren's caliber, Old Ghost felt no shame in choosing to yield.

The main thing was that he fought too fiercely!

He himself was alright, not receiving any special treatment, though his injuries were still not light.

But Suit Boy's kneecap was fractured, even broken, which was quite horrifying.

A Ji was even worse off, his body like shattered porcelain, twisted and deformed all over...

It might take three to five months to recover, if at all?

He might even end up permanently disabled!

Old Ghost wasn't unfamiliar with such injuries; in fact, he had seen many. But to inflict them with bare hands in a matter of breaths made him feel terrified.

He was truly scared; this guy was too damn incredible!

He was familiar with the enforcers of the gangs, but at best, they were only slightly better fighters than him. But this person before him was like a monster.

Fighting three against one, he had managed to reduce the three of them to this state in such a short time.

Old Ghost had chickened out!

Song Ren glanced at him and let him go.

As the prison guards outside the arena began to enter in an orderly fashion.

Song Ren suddenly charged into the chaotic crowd, beginning to display the astonishing martial arts mastery he showed when facing ordinary inmates.

Especially the burning Hoof Seal on his back, which gave Song Ren an absolute advantage in terms of power.

With every punch and kick, he would often take down an inmate directly.

Getting into the flow of the fight, he even charged forward with a flying knee, sending a previously formidable-looking inmate flying.

His chest caved inward, and he spat out a large mouthful of bloody foam.

By the time the large contingent of prison guards entered to maintain order, over forty inmates, led by Zhong Yi Xin and the Number Gang, were already mostly down on the ground.

The guards held batons and riot shields.

Riot guns were also aimed from the front lines. The leading guard, holding a loudspeaker, was about to shout a warning to stop the large-scale prison brawl when a black shadow suddenly flew out of the crowd.

The figure, spitting bloody foam, fell at the feet of the prison guard unit. The leading guard was stunned for a moment.

He glanced at the person's miserable state, then looked at the figure weaving through the crowd like a dragon, his heart growing increasingly solemn.

"Prepare the riot guns. Everyone crouch down and cover your heads with your hands."