A Ji remained silent as he calmly moved his arms, his expression still grim.
His shoulder blades had been dislocated earlier. Even though he had forced them back into place, his movements were still affected.
Otherwise, that slash just now would not have merely cut open his prison uniform.
Song Ren tore off his already-tattered prison uniform and glanced at the prison guards, who had begun forming up outside the arena.
There wasn't much time...
Song Ren's gaze sharpened, and he pounced forward like a tiger.
When he reached them, he deflected Old Ghost's punch with one hand. Twisting at the waist, he dodged A Ji's viciously thrust knife.
As Suit Boy slightly raised his leg for a high kick, Song Ren had already moved forward in a horse stance, jabbing his toe into Suit Boy's knee ahead of time.
Suit Boy's knee went numb, and his body staggered for a moment.
Song Ren drove his waist and hips forward, powering through his thigh muscles. The foot he had jabbed out folded inward in midair, then stomped viciously onto the outside of Suit Boy's knee.
Crack!
Suit Boy's staggering body shuddered, and his expression changed drastically.
His right knee had visibly bent inward!
Thread the Bridge, Cross the Horse, Roam the Streets and Pluck the Flower!
The essence of Tan Tui!
A sharp glint flashed in Song Ren's eyes. Let me show you what legwork is.
After that kick, the instant his toes touched the ground, his body pressed forward and spun violently.
His fierce whip kick traced a half-circle through the air before smashing into Suit Boy's anguished profile.
His cheek visibly twisted, and half the teeth in his mouth flew out amid a spray of blood!
His entire body lurched sideways, his neck pulled askew as he fell!
At the same time, it knocked the charging A Ji aside, briefly halting his attack.
Taking advantage of the opening, Song Ren braced himself and took Old Ghost's punch squarely in the back.
His feet instinctively stumbled forward, but his arm hooked back in the opposite direction.
He seized Old Ghost's punching wrist. As his body dropped, his left leg drove backward, knocking away Old Ghost's supporting foot.
Old Ghost staggered. Song Ren settled into a one-legged stance, and the force of his arm sent Old Ghost stumbling three steps forward. Then he twisted and drove a simple knee into Old Ghost's chest, knocking him away.
Old Ghost felt a momentary tightness in his chest and braced himself with one hand, his crooked body flipping sideways.
But the moment he had turned over, Song Ren's raised leg suddenly came crashing down.
His foot slammed heavily into Old Ghost's flank.
Bang!
Old Ghost spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.
Song Ren had no time to press his advantage. Instead, he arched backward, barely dodging A Ji's small pipe knife.
A Ji instantly changed his attack, smashing his elbow toward Song Ren's exposed chest.
Song Ren supported his backward-leaning body with one hand, but as he twisted around, his shoulder still took a kick.
Yet A Ji showed not the slightest trace of joy.
Because Suit Boy and Old Ghost still had not managed to stand up.
It was one-on-one again!
But Song Ren did not pause. Like a tiger or leopard hunting its prey, he once again bared his savage fangs!
Southern Fist, Northern Kick—the essence of martial arts poured forth like quicksilver, all directed at A Ji alone.
His thunderous attacks were so fierce and sharp that they left no time to respond.
At that moment, every part of Song Ren's body and every movement he made formed an incomparably smooth rhythm of attack.
At first, A Ji could rely on the weapon in his hand to resist a few blows, but soon, more and more wounds appeared on his body.
Moreover, Song Ren's movements grew smoother the more he fought, his attacks becoming so fierce that they dazzled the eyes.
A Ji found it increasingly difficult to cope.
His right hand suddenly throbbed with pain as his wrist was violently twisted by his opponent, forcing his body to arch upward involuntarily.
Before he could react, another heavy blow struck beneath his armpit.
His shoulder had been dislocated!
His expression changed drastically, but the heavier his injuries became, the slower his reactions grew.
He twisted his body, but before he could thrust out his knife, a sharp pain shot through his knee, and his leg bent involuntarily.
Dropping to one knee, A Ji noticed that Song Ren was already standing behind him. His face grew even paler.
Song Ren's hands curled like eagle talons as he seized both shoulder blades.
Crack!
Both of A Ji's shoulder blades were dislocated!
His arms hung limp. Before he could resist, Song Ren's hand slipped around and clamped onto A Ji's lower jaw.
Crack!
His jawbone was dislocated!
Right after that, A Ji's right arm was seized again.
Song Ren rotated his fingertips three times, found the tendons in his forearm, then twisted and gouged.
The tendons tore, and the arm bone warped!
A Ji could no longer hold back and suddenly let out a terrible scream!
The excruciating pain of Bone and Tendon Dislocation was truly beyond what an ordinary person could endure.
But the moment the scream left his throat, a vicious kick slammed into his chest.
His ribs fractured as well!
His entire body was sent tumbling backward. Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, his eyes rolled back, and he fell completely unconscious.
Only then did Old Ghost finally stand up again.
But the sight of A Ji's twisted limbs and Suit Boy's deformed knee made his charging body halt abruptly.
Song Ren did not stop for even an instant. He twisted, drawing power from his waist and spine, and his whip kick lashed out like a great dragon toward Old Ghost's head.
Old Ghost charged aggressively, but when he reached Song Ren, he suddenly dropped into a sliding kneel.
Screech!
His body scraped across the ground as Old Ghost shouted, "I surrender!"
Song Ren's fierce whip kick stopped abruptly in front of Old Ghost's cheek.
Large beads of cold sweat appeared on Old Ghost's forehead.
Song Ren froze for a moment as well. He lowered his leg, suspecting he had misheard, and could not help asking again, "What did you just say?"
Old Ghost lowered his head. "I surrender."
Faced with a monster of Song Ren's level, Old Ghost felt that lowering his head was nothing to be ashamed of.
The main thing was that Song Ren fought far too fiercely!
He himself was relatively lucky. He had not received any special attention, though his injuries were still serious.
But Suit Boy had suffered a broken—or even fractured—knee. It was a horrifying sight.
A Ji had it even worse. His body looked like shattered porcelain, twisted and deformed from head to toe...
It might take three to five months for him to recover, and even that might not be enough.
He might even be crippled for life!
Old Ghost had seen injuries like these before. In fact, he had seen plenty of them. But watching someone inflict them barehanded within just a few breaths left him trembling with fear.
He was genuinely afraid. This guy was far too Double Flower Red Stick!
He knew all the gang's Double Flower Red Sticks well. At most, they were slightly more skilled than him. But the man before him was practically a monster.
Despite facing three people alone, he had beaten all three of them into this state in a short time.
Old Ghost had lost his nerve!
Song Ren glanced at him and decided to let him go.
At the final moment, as the prison guards began orderly entering the arena from outside,
Song Ren suddenly charged into the chaotic crowd and began displaying the astonishing martial arts mastery he possessed against ordinary prisoners.
Especially the blazing Hoof Seal on his back, which granted Song Ren an absolute advantage in strength.
With every punch and kick, he often knocked a prisoner down instantly.
As he grew more fired up, he even charged forward and landed a flying knee, sending a Feizai who had looked incredibly fierce just moments earlier flying through the air.
His breastbone caved inward, and a large mouthful of bloody foam sprayed from his lips.
By the time large numbers of prison guards entered to restore order, most of the more than forty prisoners led by Zhong Yi Xin and the Number Gang were already lying on the ground.
The prison guards held batons and riot shields.
Riot guns were also raised in the front line. The lead guard held a loudspeaker and was just about to shout a warning to stop the massive prison brawl when a black shadow suddenly flew out of the crowd.
The figure spat blood as he collapsed at the feet of the prison guards. The lead guard froze.
He glanced at the man's miserable condition, then looked toward the figure moving through the crowd like a roaming dragon. His heart filled with even greater dread.
"Prepare the riot guns! Everyone, get down and put your hands behind your heads!"