With the sexy bunny girl leaving the stage and the bell signaling the official start of the match ringing out.
The atmosphere inside and outside the arena began to rise rapidly!
In the arena, all seven fighters moved at the same time.
Their dazzling punches and kicks seemed to blend into one chaotic mass in an instant.
Zhang Shicheng and Baron charged at Tyrannosaurus He Ping.
But He Ping fixed his eyes on the Muay Thai fighter and lunged at him.
The brothers Zheng Qizhi and Zheng Qixiong had a clear target. In perfect unison, they launched an assault on Song Ren.
As for Song Ren, he was already the closest to the Muay Thai fighter. The moment he raised his guard, the Muay Thai fighter locked onto him instead.
The Muay Thai fighter caught up in two steps and immediately threw a sweeping kick, but Song Ren used his inward-bent right leg to slam his heel outward and knock it away.
Bang!
The Muay Thai fighter's sweeping kick was driven away by that precise, vicious heel strike. His expression shifted slightly, but his eyes grew even more ferocious as he continued pressing forward without hesitation.
At the same time, Zheng Qizhi had already closed in. He leaped into the air and drove a high-angle back kick into Song Ren's raised left elbow, only to be repelled.
Song Ren nimbly twisted his shoulder, flipped his right hand over, and grabbed directly at Zheng Qixiong's frontal capture.
Their ten fingers intertwined, and their palms collided with a sharp smack.
But at the instant their grappling hands collided, Song Ren pressed down with his thumb and drove it hard into the back of Zheng Qixiong's curled little finger. As he twisted his wrist, he forcibly pressed his thumb forward.
Caught off guard, Zheng Qixiong's little finger bent straight backward!
Crack!
The faint sound of a broken bone rang out. Zheng Qixiong's expression changed instantly as he gritted his teeth.
This bastard...
In the blink of an eye, he had first kicked away the Muay Thai fighter's sweeping leg, then knocked aside his brother's airborne kick, and finally broken through Zheng Qixiong's hold while turning sideways.
And that still wasn't the end!
Song Ren seized Zheng Qixiong's grappling hand and yanked it backward.
Using Zheng Qixiong's shoulder, he blocked the Muay Thai fighter's spinning flying kick from the side.
Smack!
The sound of the flying kick was crisp and sharp, and Zheng Qixiong's expression immediately grew even uglier.
Muay Thai made exceptionally effective use of the four limbs and eight weapons—the two knees, two elbows, two hands, and two feet—and its methods of generating force were smooth and fluid.
Its kicking techniques, in particular, were exceptionally fierce.
That kick immediately left Zheng Qixiong's shoulder red and swollen.
However, during that opening, Song Ren was also kicked in the side of the shoulder by Zheng Qizhi, sending him stumbling three steps backward.
But despite landing the hit, Zheng Qizhi's expression became even more unpleasant.
That kick had caught Song Ren in the gap between movements. It could practically be called a guaranteed hit.
Yet the other man had still nimbly avoided his chest, twisting his body and blocking the blow with his solid shoulder blade.
In this initial exchange, the brothers Zheng Qizhi and Zheng Qixiong had already suffered a setback.
Zheng Qixiong forcibly bent his broken little finger back into place, then glared darkly at the Muay Thai fighter.
But the Muay Thai fighter clearly no longer had time to deal with him, because Tyrannosaurus He Ping had already pounced on him.
Zhang Shicheng and Baron, who had charged after He Ping, arrived at the same time.
The four of them were almost instantly tangled in a brawl. Although most of the attacks were aimed at He Ping.
Their unfamiliarity with one another's fighting styles naturally meant they could not achieve the effect of one plus one being greater than two, as the brothers Zheng Qizhi and Zheng Qixiong could.
The various sides even began hindering one another. Everyone looked ferocious as they fought, but the scene was defined above all by chaos.
After the brothers Zheng Qizhi and Zheng Qixiong exchanged a glance after seeing each other's attacks, they charged at Song Ren once more.
From above and below, left and right, they attacked together!
Song Ren stepped forward and built a bridge with his arms, forcibly blocking Zheng Qixiong's fierce low sweep.
Then his arms shot forward and followed through, his probing hand moving like a dragon. He slipped through and knocked Zheng Qizhi's punching arm aside, then locked it from the reverse side.
With a twist of his wrist, he wrenched Zheng Qizhi's forearm downward, bringing his attack to an abrupt halt.
His locked arm was twisted nearly 180 degrees. The force immediately propped up his shoulder, while his forearm throbbed with both pain and numbness.
Zheng Qizhi endured the pain and could only twist with the motion. Closing in, he drove a knee straight toward Song Ren's face.
But Song Ren had already retreated a step. He raised his right leg and bent it in midair, then stomped down hard with his heel toward Zheng Qizhi's calf.
Zheng Qizhi lost his balance and toppled to one side, but his captured forearm was pulled in the opposite direction by the twisting force.
The bone at his shoulder was immediately dragged out of shape by his stretched arm.
Zheng Qizhi's expression changed drastically.
Fortunately, at the final instant, Zheng Qixiong followed up with a sweeping leg, instantly knocking down Song Ren, whose foot had not yet touched the ground after his attack.
Zheng Qixiong immediately lunged forward to pursue him.
But at the instant Song Ren fell backward, he released Zheng Qizhi and planted one hand on the ground, sending his body sweeping horizontally through the air.
His legs followed through with a kick, striking Zheng Qixiong squarely in the chest before he could react.
Using the recoil, he flipped back to his feet.
This time, before the brothers Zheng Qizhi and Zheng Qixiong could catch their breath, Song Ren took the initiative and launched another assault.
The Hoof Seal on his back burned like fire, and the strength in his limbs and bones grew stronger with every exchange.
Song Ren's unique, razor-sharp offense began to unfold before everyone's eyes.
Song Ren pounced like a tiger and threw a punch. Zheng Qizhi turned his head and avoided it, but Song Ren's backhand hook caught him by the back of the head.
A knee strike slammed into the face he had pulled down.
As his foot landed, he stepped forward into a horse stance, using his knee and elbow at the same time to smash aside Zheng Qixiong's fierce sweeping leg without budging an inch.
After Song Ren's strike succeeded, Zheng Qizhi immediately fell into a desperate situation.
Song Ren grabbed the sweatshirt at his collar again and yanked him back, sending his body lunging forward.
Another knee strike slammed straight into his abdomen.
After succeeding once more, Song Ren immediately retreated, avoiding Zheng Qixiong's high kick.
At the same time, he twisted upward on one leg and swung his right foot horizontally through the air. The inherited power of the Hoof Seal surged into his right leg.
Under the ferocious spinning kick, his sturdy heel viciously drilled into Zheng Qizhi's soft side.
In an instant, Zheng Qizhi's entire body bent sideways as though kicked through the waist, folding into a horizontal V.
His internal organs could not withstand it. Violent feedback surged into his chest, and he finally vomited a large mouthful of blood before his entire body was sent flying.
He crashed straight into the four-man melee.
Caught off guard, he violently scattered the four people tangled together.
For a moment, all four froze.
They turned to look at Zheng Qizhi, who had sprayed blood all over them, then at Song Ren, who had turned defense into offense and was charging forward to pummel his brother. All of them were stunned to varying degrees.
A glint flashed through He Ping's eyes. What incredible strength!
Zheng Qixiong had no time to worry about his brother's injuries before he was faced with Song Ren's dazzling punches and kicks.
Song Ren's punches and kicks were extraordinarily powerful, and Zheng Qixiong had already sensed that.
But without his brother sharing some of the pressure, the instant the attacks came down on him, he realized that the situation was far more exaggerated than he had imagined.
As their fists clashed, Song Ren generated force from his waist and spine, gathering the inherited power of the Hoof Seal. The punch he finally delivered through his shoulder was so fierce that Zheng Qixiong could not withstand it at all.
After his clenched fist was knocked open by the savage force, his finger bones took the brunt of it.
Even though he retreated repeatedly and dispelled some of the force, the five fingers that had collided were still slightly twisted, and his palm trembled uncontrollably.
But Song Ren did not stop for even an instant. His anger had yet to be vented. Moving like a tiger or leopard, he charged forward once more.