Song Ren quickly pursued.
He leaped into the air and kicked both of Zheng Qixiong's arms as they guarded his chest.
Zheng Qixiong staggered back four or five steps. His arms were numb and aching, but before he could lower them, Song Ren caught up again in just a few strides, his entire presence ferocious.
He leaped up, driving a flying knee straight down at Zheng Qixiong's head.
Thud!
Zheng Qixiong staggered back several more steps, biting down hard on his upper teeth to stay conscious. Yet all he could do was glimpse a twisting, spinning kick coming right after him through the gaps between his arms.
Another violent burst of pain struck the arms protecting his vitals, and he staggered backward once more.
Damn, that power is absurd!
Song Ren's attacks came too quickly and fiercely. For the moment, Zheng Qixiong could only defend himself!
But Zheng Qixiong's arms had taken blow after blow, and the pain was unbearable. He was nearly unable to keep defending!
Whoosh!
Song Ren had no intention of stopping. After catching up once more, he twisted in midair and viciously lashed out with a Single Whip Kick, its heel striking diagonally against the backs of Zheng Qixiong's hands as he hunched over to protect his head.
Bang!
The back of his hand cracked with a sharp sound, and the pain was excruciating.
The kick forced his head downward as his body pitched forward, and he could not help dropping to one knee before Song Ren.
But it was not over yet. The fierce wind of an incoming kick swept past his ear.
One kick knocked aside the arms that Zheng Qixiong could no longer force into position, then struck his head with tremendous force.
Zheng Qixiong was kicked bodily through the air. A large mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips, his eyes rolled dazedly upward, and his head slammed heavily into the ground.
Blood seeped from the top of his head, staining a small patch of the arena floor beneath it red.
He had been struck with a kick that cracked his skull open!
Throughout the entire exchange, Zheng Qixiong had curled himself into a turtle shell, yet Song Ren's savage assault had still left him gravely injured.
The bones in both his arms had suffered repeated heavy blows and were fractured over a wide area.
The blow to the back of his hand had been no light matter either. His muscles and tendons were torn, and the bones in his palm were cracked.
The blow to his head at the end was the most severe of all.
Song Ren had held nothing back.
Although he had not struck Zheng Qixiong's temple, that kick had carried tremendous force. It had cracked his skull open in one blow. Whether he could survive would truly depend on the heavens.
Such a brutal offensive display left the audience outside, including all twenty-eight VIP rooms on the third floor, completely silent for a brief moment.
Most of the spectators had originally come to chase after Tyrannosaurus He Ping, but after witnessing this scene, their eyes widened.
They held their breath, as if terrified of missing even a second.
At the floor-to-ceiling windows of the VIP section, the faces pressed against the glass were all trembling from head to toe.
The next moment, the top-floor venue, packed with more than a hundred people, suddenly erupted with unprecedented howls.
"Holy shit, this guy is brutal! I'm backing him all the way!"
"Who is this guy? I'm absolutely loving him!!!"
"Damn, this is the first time I've ever seen such a satisfying beating!"
"Brother! Be even more vicious! I love you to death!"
The audience of more than a hundred people erupted completely, as if they were about to shout the roof off.
Compared with the other four, who were still clashing in a chaotic brawl on the other side,
Song Ren was fighting two against one. Although he had one fewer person on his side, the fight was not only satisfying to watch but so brutal that even the spectators outside felt suffocated.
How could anyone not feel their blood boiling?
And just as Song Ren knocked Zheng Qixiong down, his elder brother, Zheng Qizhi, finally got back to his feet.
He painfully covered his kidney with one hand as he staggered upright.
He happened to see the miserable sight of Song Ren brutally assaulting his own brother.
In an instant, blood rushed into Zheng Qizhi's eyes. The fury surging through him briefly overwhelmed the pain in his body.
His entire face twisted as he let out a ferocious roar and charged at Song Ren as if he had no regard for his life:
"You little bastard! I'm going to kill you!!!"
Song Ren watched coldly. He merely turned his body and head aside, easily avoiding the punch Zheng Qizhi threw as he lunged in.
His lowered eyelids were filled with calm. He countered with a palm strike to Zheng Qizhi's chest.
Then he raised his right foot and ruthlessly stomped down on Zheng Qizhi's forward-driving knee.
Crack!
A faint crack came from the knee, and Zheng Qizhi pitched forward and fell.
But Song Ren's palm was already pressed against his chest. He twisted his body, drove his shoulder forward, and thrust his arm out with tremendous force.
At such close range, he released power through an inch of space!
The blow sent Zheng Qizhi's back arching high as he stumbled backward again and again.
Song Ren followed close behind and twisted into another Single Whip Kick.
But at the final instant, the corner of his eye caught a sliver of cold light. He abruptly adjusted his angle, and his foot grazed past Zheng Qizhi's incoming right fist, missing it entirely.
Song Ren lowered his head and glanced at his torn pant leg, then at Zheng Qizhi's right fist.
Clutched between the middle and ring fingers of Zheng Qizhi's clenched right fist was a sharp little sword three centimeters long.
It was a hand spike.
Earlier, Zheng Qizhi seemed to have pulled it off his neck.
Before that, he must have disguised it as an ordinary ornament.
This was Zheng Qizhi's final killing move, one he would use by any means necessary.
Song Ren lowered his eyelids because he had noticed the color of the hand spike clenched in Zheng Qizhi's fist.
The last trace of peace in Song Ren's eyes was personally crushed by Song Ren himself.
That three-centimeter purple hand spike, sharpened on both sides, was probably coated with a deadly poison.
Fortunately, he had dodged just now. Otherwise, things would have been very troublesome.
Fuck!
At that moment, Song Ren inexplicably experienced the same sensation Feng Yuxiu must have felt when he fell beneath Song Ren's spear.
A layer of gloom immediately veiled Song Ren's eyes.
This guy had truly been driven to desperation by him.
Otherwise, he would never have dared use a poisoned hand spike in the weapon-banned Zhulu Dou. That was practically a slap in the face of Fook Shing Building.
There was no way he could leave the arena alive afterward.
However, Zheng Qizhi clearly had no other choice. He had already staked his life on the arena.
There was nothing more to say.
Since the other side was so determined to fight to the death, Song Ren would naturally grant him his wish.
Song Ren did not wait for the outside referee to intervene. Instead, he launched an attack of his own.
Zheng Qizhi had already suffered severe injuries, greatly hindering his movements.
Even with a poisoned hand spike, it posed no threat to Song Ren now that he had seen it.
Song Ren did not retreat in the slightest. He closed in directly.
His hands darted around the sharp hand spike like snakes winding upward, seized both of Zheng Qizhi's wrists, and suddenly yanked them downward.
At the same time, he drove his right knee high into Zheng Qizhi's chin, knocking two bloodied teeth out on the spot.
He stepped back, released his grip, and twisted into another whip kick that followed immediately.
Bang!
The side of Zheng Qizhi's face took a heavy blow. His cheek warped, and blood mixed with three or four more teeth as they flew out!
But as his body tilted to the side, Song Ren had already seized his left arm again!
A straight kick slammed viciously into his armpit!
Crack!
His shoulder bone bulged outward!
Zheng Qizhi let out a scream and instinctively swept his leg sideways.
Song Ren released his arm, stepped forward, and raised his leg. With a sweeping motion of his foot, he hooked the joint between Zheng Qizhi's lower and upper leg as the kick came in.
His entire body suddenly pressed downward.
Zheng Qizhi's body dropped with it, but the straightened kicking leg was blocked by Song Ren's hooked leg and folded backward from the knee.
Crack!
The agonizing pain of the fractured bone made Zheng Qizhi let out a miserable howl.
Even the audience outside the arena sucked in breaths of cold air one after another, each of them feeling their scalp go numb.