Single Whip

Dobermans and Pit Bulls both belong to the category of fierce, aggressive dogs.

Dobermans are even larger in build.

Most adult Dobermans are classified as large or extra-large aggressive dogs.

Whereas adult Pit Bulls fall between medium and large breeds. When it comes to sheer ferocity, it's hard to say which of these two aggressive breeds is worse.

However, Pit Bulls have one undeniable characteristic: they have very few nerve endings under their skin, and the adrenaline they secrete when excited makes them more likely to ignore pain.

This means that when a Pit Bull begins to tear into prey, they often fight to the death.

Once they latch on, they won't let go for a considerable time, even if they've sustained a fatal injury.

What's more, Pit Bulls have extreme endurance, and their muscle layers are very thick, making the Claw Knife less of a threat to these breeds.

If it were just one Pit Bull, its threat level might be less than a Doberman, given the difference in size.

Pit Bulls have always been on the smaller side in terms of build.

But three Pit Bulls, armed with only a Claw Knife, would be a very dangerous situation.

Song Ren felt a surge of pent-up frustration from being repeatedly targeted by his opponents.

As the saying goes, "A life for a life, a debt for a debt."

When one does too many things like this, they eventually have to pay a price.

Song Ren silently picked up the Claw Knife and was the first to walk into the desolate mountain.

The situation inside the mountain was similar to what he saw from the outside: sparse vegetation, very little grass coverage, and even fewer places to hide.

However, at regular intervals, he could see sturdy structures supported by steel frames, equipped with ultra-clear cameras.

The ubiquitous cameras had completely covered the entire desolate mountain.

This forced Song Ren to abandon the thought of using the compound bow from his storage space.

If he could use the compound bow, three adult Pit Bulls would be a matter of whether he could even finish them all.

He wouldn't even flinch at a fierce tiger, or even a brown bear.

But the problem now was the sheer number of cameras.

Let alone the compound bow, he couldn't even openly take out a handgun.

He was still constrained by his identity.

Song Ren had already reached the mountainside, and as expected, there were cameras everywhere.

He completely gave up on the idea of using the compound bow and found a rock to sit on.

He wasn't going to move anymore.

About half an hour had passed since he entered the desolate mountain.

Those livestock would have been released by now.

Song Ren played with the sharp Claw Knife in his hand, his gaze deep as he watched the foot of the mountain in the dead of night.

Since he couldn't use the compound bow for a quick resolution, he would have to be more brutal with them.

The night vision capabilities of canines are several times better than humans', and at night, this actually gives these aggressive breeds a greater advantage.

However, the moonlight tonight was bright, and there was no vegetation to obstruct the view on the desolate mountain, so the visibility range was quite good.

Song Ren sat not far from the base of a camera's steel frame. The camera could clearly capture Song Ren's every move.

The villa had fallen completely silent.

Everyone in the rooms held their breath subconsciously, placing their glasses of red wine aside.

From their full-screen view, they could clearly see three "monsters" – large, flat-headed, with triangular ears, small eyes, and bodies brimming with muscle – charging madly towards the mountainside.

When Pit Bulls charge at prey at full speed, they rarely bark like ordinary dogs, so they weren't particularly noticeable in the dark as they charged towards Song Ren.

Fortunately, Song Ren had been waiting there for a long time.

Playing a game of chase with fierce dogs in this terrain would be a sign of a troubled mind.

Since they were specially trained and had their scent items retained beforehand for tracking, it was basically impossible to escape or hide.

Since those big spenders in the villa wanted to see some blood.

He would oblige them.

Song Ren stood up from the rock, twirled the Claw Knife in his palm, and finally gripped it in reverse.

With the curved tip pointing upwards, Song Ren planted his feet, his dark pupils bright and clear.

The Hoof Seal on his back grew hot again. He took a deep breath, gradually slowing his breathing.

Three extremely ferocious adult Pit Bulls.

To be honest, in the current situation, their threat level far exceeded that of the assassin A Ji.

In the darkness, a dark shadow charging at the forefront lunged fiercely.

Several meters away, Song Ren had already clearly seen the gaping maw filled with crisscrossing fangs.

Song Ren dodged to the side with extreme agility, simultaneously stepping back half a pace. Twisting his body, he generated power from his waist and back, kicking the second pit bull that followed closely through the air.

The angle was just right, stopping the last pit bull that lunged at him.

The next moment, he leaned back, placing his hand on the ground to brace himself and avoid the pit bull that had turned to lunge again.

Once these beasts became ferocious, under various factors, they felt almost no fatigue or pain. Their growls were infrequent; they simply lunged to bite. If one attack missed, they'd immediately try again, with hardly any pause.

As Song Ren flipped back to his feet, the other two pit bulls had already caught up.

He immediately retreated, leaped up, grabbed a high steel support, and spun around in the air with his arm as the axis.

Mid-air, his waist and back twisted like a rope, and his right leg swung out forcefully. Under Song Ren's will, a large amount of heat from the Hoof Seal was channeled into his right leg.

Ten Styles of Tan Tui - Single Whip!

Hoof Seal!

Under the bright moonlight, using the support to gain an excellent angle from his rotation, this airborne kick unleashed Song Ren's most powerful force at that moment, all channeled into one continuous motion.

The impact landed on the instep, the kick finishing at the heel.

Song Ren's kick was almost a straight line, a solid blow with his instep to the waist and abdomen of a pit bull.

Even though the pit bull had a considerably thick layer of muscle, it whimpered in mid-air, drawing a straight line through its pounce before crashing heavily to the ground.

Thump!

A deep, muffled thud of flesh hitting flesh. Even through the large monitoring screen, the impact seemed palpable.

The six people inside the villa all stood up abruptly, their pupils contracting violently as they stared intently at the terrifying kick on the LCD screen.

However, the fight was far from over.

As Song Ren used the momentum from his kick, another pit bull lunged at him.

He could only hastily shift his body, using his elbow to knock away the pit bull's massive head.

But just as he pushed one away, the next one was already upon him.

The bloody maw lunged directly for his neck. At such close range, he could almost count every single one of the pit bull's teeth.

Song Ren's pupils contracted violently in an instant. He flicked the Claw Knife in the air, catching it in his left hand.

With a reverse motion, he pressed the curved blade against the pit bull's jaw muscle as it tried to bite.

Under the immense force of the pounce, the Claw Knife sliced through one of the pit bull's jaw muscles, and its sharp upper fangs were held in place by the blade.