The pit bull still wanted to twist around and tear at Song Ren's arm, but its body had already been sent flying with tremendous force.
Weighing over a hundred jin, combined with the ferocious strength of Song Ren's arm,
sent the pit bull flying seven or eight meters before it slammed heavily into the loose rocks of the mountain. Blood immediately seeped from its body in mottled patches.
Yet the pit bull seemed completely numb to the pain. It climbed to its feet and charged again, baring its teeth.
That was probably what a mad dog looked like.
However, without the other pit bulls taking turns to restrain him, a single pit bull posed little threat.
Song Ren twisted his body and delivered a clean Single Whip Kick, effortlessly sending the pit bull flying again!
Inside the villa
The six wealthy backers who had looked so glamorous atop the boxing ring on the highest floor had completely forgotten everything else. One by one, they stood quietly in front of the sofa.
They stared at the dark, fleshy-ball-like monster on the screen as it was sent flying, climbed back up, and charged.
Then it was sent flying again, climbed back up, and charged.
The process kept repeating.
That incredibly graceful kick on the screen seemed not to have struck the pit bull, but their very souls.
The scene was casual and effortless, yet ruthlessly sharp, making them tremble all over.
It was not until the twelfth time it was sent flying that the pit bull, already reduced to a bloody mess, finally failed to rise. It staggered twice before collapsing completely and, in the end, stopped moving.
From the moment Song Ren first made his move until everything ended,
only ten minutes had passed.
The three so-called vicious fighting dogs, the "pretty boys," were completely dead.
Yet after watching the entire process, Song Ren's exhilarating punches and kicks, along with his ruthless Claw Knife,
had given the six wealthy backers present an unprecedented shock.
On the surveillance footage, every move was almost like an antelope hanging its horns on a branch, bringing the charm of martial arts to its utmost expression.
That extreme sharpness delivered a visual impact that seemed to reach the soul.
Even now, everyone's mind remained immersed in those few scenes from moments ago.
At the beginning, when Song Ren faced the three pit bulls, the situation had been perilous. The six of them had held their breath together.
Then Song Ren had used the steel support to deliver a soul-shaking Single Whip Kick.
That exhilarating midair strike!
It had actually kicked a strong-bodied pit bull to death in one blow!
After that, Song Ren had coldly slit another pit bull's throat with the Claw Knife, then followed up with another kick to send it completely to the grave.
Finally, he had beaten the last pit bull to death in what was almost a one-sided slaughter.
After watching the entire thing, Song Ren's performance had been partially concealed by the night-vision effect, even through the surveillance screen.
But that poised, effortless manner of dancing on the tip of a blade was truly unforgettable!
This death-row inmate was simply amazing!!!
For a brief moment, intense lust erupted in Tong Peipei's aloof eyes.
The other men also watched with heated gazes. It was their first time seeing someone this impressive.
He had actually dealt with three pit bulls so easily without suffering the slightest injury.
With skills like these, even among the previous rounds in the arena, this was the first time they had seen anything like it.
However, unlike the others, King of Home Appliances Guo Can's face had darkened like the bottom of a pot.
The more impressive Song Ren performed, the more humiliated Guo Can felt.
Not only had this man killed the person Guo Can was backing ahead of time, but Guo Can's later decision to raise the stakes against him had instead become an act of handing money directly to his opponent.
He gripped the red wineglass tightly, and his eyes grew increasingly sinister.
He had dominated the business world for so many years, yet he had never been this humiliated.
At that moment, on the surveillance footage,
no one was paying much attention to the scenes of the other two death-row inmates anymore.
Even though Lu Zhengyang and Du Youbang had performed equally brilliantly on-screen—especially Du Youbang, whose slaughter and bloodshed were hardly inferior—
the overall impact was far weaker. Their sense of urgency and sharpness was nothing like Song Ren's ability to seize the eye.
As a result, the others had lost much of their interest.
It was only after quite a while that the villa finally produced a sound.
Tong Peipei turned to Zhu Bao'er. Her usually cold and beautiful gaze had become heated as she said, "Bao'er, five times the price—no, ten times. How about transferring him under my name?"
"I'll personally back him."
Zhu Bao'er shook her head without hesitation and smiled. "No. His performance just now was truly incredible. His skills felt as if they had crashed straight into my heart."
"Forget ten times—even if you doubled it another ten times, I still wouldn't agree."
Tong Peipei's gaze shifted slightly.
Zhu Bao'er had a special status. Although she could not compare with the others in wealth, her connections were terrifying.
After all, her father was a knight.
Their conversation extinguished whatever thoughts the others had been considering.
Zhu Bao'er had made her position so clear that saying anything more would inevitably offend her.
At the exit of the desolate mountain hunting grounds, Song Ren had already walked down from the mountain.
Two men in suits were guarding the entrance. They had clearly received the news as well. They opened the door and let him out directly.
The driver who had brought them there clapped his hands and applauded. "Impressive."
"Although I didn't see what happened inside with my own eyes, managing to obtain that admission ticket in such a short time is truly beyond expectations."
Song Ren turned his gaze toward him.
The driver said calmly, "You don't need to look at me like that. I really thought you would die up there."
"At the very least, I thought you'd suffer serious injuries. Yet here you are, standing safely in front of me."
"That's somewhat beyond my ability to comprehend."
He chuckled and took the initiative to extend a hand toward Song Ren. "Let's get properly acquainted. Wo Kee's Double Flower Red Stick, Chen Sheng."
Song Ren looked up at that and carefully studied the driver for the first time.
He had heard of Wo Kee while in Stanley.
It was currently the most influential organization, with considerable clout in Stanley. However, most of Wo Kee's members were in the top-ranked prison blocks, so he had not had much contact with them.
This man was actually Wo Kee's Double Flower Red Stick. No wonder he had remained so calm all along.
It seemed that Wo Kee stood behind Fook Shing Building.
No wonder Wo Kee had continued to flourish these past few years. It turned out they had relied on Fook Shing Building to secure the advantages of its connections.
Song Ren shook his hand.
After letting go, Chen Sheng smiled and said, "Now that you've walked out of this desolate mountain, we can have a proper chat."
Song Ren said, "If I hadn't come out, would we not be able to talk?"
Chen Sheng answered frankly, "To tell you the truth, before officially obtaining the admission ticket, death-row inmates like you are rather beneath our notice."
"Or to put it another way, before a death-row inmate obtains that admission ticket, he won't be treated as a normal challenger."
"If he dies, then he dies."
"So, regarding the kick you took earlier, as well as Mr. Guo's temporary increase in the stakes,"
"we didn't take any clear action in response."
"That was because you were merely a death-row inmate at the time."
"But now, he won't, can't, and doesn't dare to anymore."