Seeking Benevolence, Receiving Benevolence; Seeking Death, Receiving Death

Song Ren pursued rapidly.

He launched a flying kick, striking Zheng Qixiong's arms that were guarding his chest.

Zheng Qixiong stumbled back four or five steps, his arms numb and aching. Before he could even lower them, Song Ren closed the distance again in a few strides, his demeanor incredibly ferocious.

He leaped up and delivered a flying knee strike directly at Zheng Qixiong's head.

Thump!

Zheng Qixiong staggered back several more steps, biting his upper teeth hard to stay conscious. He only managed to glimpse the shadow of a spinning crescent kick following closely behind through the gaps in his arms.

His arms, guarding his vital points, were hit with immense force again, and his body staggered backward once more.

"Damn it, this power is ridiculously strong!"

Song Ren's pursuit was too fast and fierce, leaving him only able to defend.

But Zheng Qixiong's arms had taken repeated heavy blows, and the pain was too much; he was close to being unable to defend himself!

Swish!

Song Ren showed no signs of stopping. He caught up again, flipped in mid-air, and delivered a diagonal Single Whip kick with his heel, smashing Zheng Qixiong's hands that were protecting his head as he hunched over.

Bang!

A crisp sound came from the back of his hand, followed by unbearable pain.

His head was driven down by the kick, and as his body lunged forward, he involuntarily dropped to one knee before Song Ren.

But it wasn't over yet. The whistling sound of an incoming attack brushed past his ear.

Song Ren kicked away Zheng Qixiong's now-powerless arms and then delivered a powerful kick to his head.

He sent Zheng Qixiong flying sideways, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. His eyes glazed over and rolled back, his head hitting the ground heavily.

Blood trickled from the top of his head, staining a small patch of the ring beneath him.

He had been scalped with a single kick!

Throughout the entire exchange, even though Zheng Qixiong had curled himself into a ball like a tortoise, he was still thoroughly overwhelmed by Song Ren's ferocious assault.

The bones in his arms had suffered multiple heavy blows, resulting in large-scale fractures.

The blow to the back of his hand was also not light, causing muscle tears and metacarpal fractures.

The final blow to his head was the most severe.

Song Ren had not held back at all.

Although he didn't hit the temple, the kick was incredibly powerful, directly scalping him. Whether he would survive was entirely up to fate.

This kind of brutal offensive display silenced the audience seating outside, including the VIP rooms on the third floor with their twenty-eight boxes.

The spectators, most of whom had come to see Tyrannosaurus He Ping, now watched this scene with wide eyes.

They held their breath, afraid to miss a single second.

And in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the VIP boxes, faces pressed close to the glass trembled.

The next moment, the entire top-floor venue, with over a hundred people, erupted in an unprecedented roar.

"So damn fierce, I'm definitely rooting for him!"

"Who is this guy! I love him so much!!!"

"Damn, this is the first time I've seen such a satisfying beating!"

"Bro! Be even fiercer! I love you to death!"

The audience of over a hundred people erupted, as if about to argue the place down.

Compared to the other four on the other side, who were still brawling amongst themselves.

Song Ren, fighting two opponents, was outnumbered, but the fight was not only satisfying but so fierce it made those watching from the sidelines feel suffocated.

How could it not make people's blood boil!

And as Song Ren knocked down Zheng Qixiong, his elder brother Zheng Qizhi finally managed to get up.

He clutched his lower back in pain, staggering to his feet.

He happened to witness the tragic scene of Song Ren brutally beating his brother.

Instantly, his eyes became bloodshot, and the surging rage in his heart momentarily suppressed the pain in his body.

He let out a ferocious roar and charged at Song Ren recklessly:

"You brat! I'm going to take your life!!!"

Song Ren watched with cold eyes, simply turning his body to the side, easily dodging the punch.

His lowered eyelids were filled with calmness. He countered with a palm strike to Zheng Qizhi's chest.

Then, he raised his right foot and mercilessly stomped on Zheng Qizhi's knee as he charged forward.

Crack!

A light cracking sound came from the knee, and he stumbled forward, falling down.

But his chest was pressed against by Song Ren's palm. He twisted, pushed his shoulder, and sent his arm forward with all his might.

At close range, he unleashed the inch-force!

Zheng Qizhi's back arched high as he was sent flying backward, his feet stumbling repeatedly.

Song Ren followed closely, twisting and launching a Single Whip strike to pursue.

However, at the last moment, a glint of cold light caught his eye. He sharply adjusted his angle, his foot grazing Zheng Qizhi's incoming right fist, missing its target.

Song Ren glanced down at his torn pant leg, then at Zheng Qizhi's right fist.

Clutched tightly in his right fist, between his middle and ring fingers, was a sharp, three-centimeter-long small sword.

It was a stab.

It seemed Zheng Qizhi had pulled this thing off his neck earlier.

Before this, it must have been disguised as an ordinary accessory.

This was Zheng Qizhi's final, desperate kill move.

Song Ren lowered his eyelids, having noticed the color of the hand that was clutched in his fist.

The last trace of peace in his eyes was personally crushed by Song Ren.

That three-centimeter, purple, sharpened hand spike was likely coated with a potent poison.

Fortunately, he had dodged just now; otherwise, it would have been a huge problem.

Damn it!

At this moment, Song Ren inexplicably understood the feeling Feng Yuxiu must have had when he fell beneath Song Ren's gun.

A shadow immediately fell over Song Ren's eyes.

This guy was truly desperate.

Otherwise, he wouldn't dare use a poisoned hand dagger in the "Zhulu" competition, where weapons were forbidden. This was practically slapping the Fook Shing Building in the face.

He definitely wouldn't be leaving the stage alive afterward.

However, Zheng Qizhi clearly had no other choice; he had bet his life on the stage.

There was nothing more to say.

Since the opponent was so fiercely fighting to the death, he would naturally oblige him.

Song Ren didn't wait for the referees outside the ring to intervene; he actively initiated his attack.

Zheng Qizhi had already suffered a severe injury, greatly affecting his movements.

Even with a poisoned hand, it posed no threat to Song Ren now that he had seen it.

Song Ren advanced without any hesitation.

His hands darted, evading the sharp stab, coiling around Zheng Qizhi's wrists like a snake and yanking them downward sharply.

Simultaneously, he raised his right knee, striking Zheng Qizhi's chin and knocking out two bloody teeth on the spot.

He stepped back, and the moment he released his grip, he twisted and followed up with a whip kick.

Bang!

Zheng Qizhi's side face took a heavy blow, his cheek contorting. Blood mixed with three or four more teeth flew out again!

However, as his body tilted sideways, Song Ren pulled his left arm back again!

With a straight kick, he stomped sharply into Zheng Qizhi's armpit!

Crack!

His shoulder bone protruded!

Zheng Qizhi cried out in pain and instinctively swept his leg in a horizontal kick.

Song Ren released his arm, lunged forward a step, raised his foot, and hooked it around the joint of Zheng Qizhi's kicking calf and thigh.

He then forcefully pulled down with his entire body.

Zheng Qizhi's body followed the downward pull, but his straight-kicking leg, obstructed by Song Ren's hook, bent backward at the knee.

Crack!

The intense pain of the bone fracture caused Zheng Qizhi to let out a miserable howl.

Even the spectators in the stands were gasping in shock, their scalps tingling.