On the ring
Zheng Qizhi's face was twisted in agony.
Yet after the extreme pain, an even greater madness remained in his eyes.
That pain had completely torn away all his reason.
The hand spike in his right fist rose high, then stabbed toward Song Ren's throat at point-blank range!
But grievously wounded, his counterattack was far from efficient.
Song Ren simply tilted his head, easily dodging it.
His hands were no slower. He twisted Zheng Qizhi's wrist behind his back, while his other hand climbed up at the same time.
Both hands viciously twisted his entire arm from opposite directions.
Crack!
His shoulder joint warped!
Zheng Qizhi's face went deathly pale as he stretched his neck in agony.
His eyes were already webbed with blood vessels. Like a madman, he whipped his head around and tried to bite the back of Song Ren's right hand, which was gripping his shoulder.
Song Ren immediately released him and pulled back, while using his elbow to knock aside the head coming in for the bite.
Zheng Qizhi's head reeled from the impact.
Song Ren's hand flashed out like lightning, immediately following up with a backhand punch.
Zheng Qizhi's right eye was beaten bloody, and his vision instantly grew blurry.
The look in Song Ren's eyes grew increasingly cold.
His fingers, fists, palms, elbows—every offensive part of his hands that could be used—came pouring down like a torrential rain the next instant.
To the astonishment of every spectator outside the ring!
Song Ren unleashed the most violent display imaginable upon Zheng Qizhi's upper body.
A pushing-hand strike to the head!
A grab and a pull that dislocated his jaw!
A hammering blow to the crown of his head!
A chopping palm that constricted his throat!
A Cannon Fist straight to the temple!
A twisting strike that snapped a section of his cervical spine!
A straight punch that shattered three ribs!
A nail-like thrust that perforated both eardrums!
Mixed in among them were straight punches, hooks, inch-force strikes, Pigua, elbow strikes, grapples...
Especially toward the end, Song Ren's techniques became so fast they dazzled the eyes.
Amid the dense, interwoven attacks, Zheng Qizhi's head bobbed like a roly-poly toy.
Held up by his slender neck, it swung back and forth, left and right!
Bang bang bang bang!
The dull impacts of flesh rang across the entire ring, cracking like rolling thunder!
This exhilarating, jaw-dropping scene beat the entire arena inside and out into utter silence.
On the ring
All that could be seen was mottled blood exploding in the air like a flower of blood, splattering crimson specks across the ground.
Even Song Ren's cheek was spattered with horrifying beads of blood.
Under the assault of the blood, his cold gaze made him look even more like a monster that reaped lives.
For more than a full minute!
When Song Ren finally withdrew his hands, Zheng Qizhi's entire head was a bloody blur, and his upper body was completely dyed red with blood.
His fragile neck looked as if it had snapped. When Song Ren stopped, his head dropped forward limply onto his chest.
Thick blood kept dripping from his face, the beads stringing together into a line.
Zheng Qizhi's arms dangled and swayed in front of him. His entire body was motionless, and even his chest had stopped rising and falling.
He was utterly dead!
Only after Song Ren finally stood up and wiped the blood specks from his cheek with his sleeve
did the spectators below remain in a brief, deathly silence.
After a long while, faint gasps began rising one after another.
The next second, deafening uproar erupted throughout the arena.
"Woo~ oh!!!"
"Awesome!!!"
"Is this the Terminator?!"
"Handsome boy! You've got my full support!"
Noisy, chaotic voices of every kind freely vented the spectators' soul-deep exhilaration.
The sound seemed ready to tear off the roof, so heated that it felt as though even the air were warming.
On the top floor, in big-shot Guo Can's VIP room.
Inside, an entire table of precious red wine was swept onto the floor in one motion.
Glass shards mixed with red wine splashed all over the expensive carpet.
Guo Can angrily kicked over the single-seat sofa.
The Zheng Qizhi brothers, in whom he had placed such high hopes, had just been beaten to death right before his eyes.
He was not angry over the brothers' deaths. He was simply furious that he had once again lost face at Song Ren's hands.
Besides him, the room also held a Muay Thai expert and a karate expert standing at his side.
But at that moment, neither man dared make a sound.
Before this, if Guo Can had ordered them to beat their opponent to death in the ring, they would still have had some confidence.
But after witnessing this scene, the two accomplished fighters in their respective fields no longer dared raise their heads.
He was far too vicious!
The suppressive force Song Ren had displayed in the ring was so overwhelming that it could be clearly felt even through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
In the field of unarmed combat, he probably had few opponents left.
To knock him down in the ring, they could only place their hopes in Weapon Combat.
After all, unarmed combat and armed fighting were completely different matters.
Unfortunately, neither the Muay Thai expert nor the karate expert had any advantage in Weapon Combat either.
On the ring
As Zheng Qizhi's head dropped limply, the chaotic four-man melee on the other side also came to an involuntary stop.
A sharp light flashed in He Ping's eyes.
He had defended the middle-level ring for a long time, but from beginning to end, he had not encountered a single challenger who satisfied him.
Now that he had reached the top-level ring, things really were different.
In his very first match after coming up, he had encountered an opponent with such explosive strength!
A fierce beast seemed hidden within He Ping's narrowed eyes.
By contrast, Zhang Shicheng and Baron, who had been entangled with He Ping for a long time, looked even gloomier.
Damn it, why were there monsters everywhere now?!
This really was a run of bad luck!
The Muay Thai fighter was extremely decisive. He abandoned the others without hesitation, his eyes carrying a hint of excitement as he turned and walked toward Song Ren.
Standing three meters away, he tilted his head slightly and asked, "Kung fu?"
Song Ren did not answer him.
But the Muay Thai fighter began speaking on his own.
"They're no good."
He pointed at the two brothers who had died in the ring and wagged his index finger from side to side.
Then he pointed his thumb at himself, looked at Song Ren again, and said, "But I'm different."
Song Ren: "?"
Although the Muay Thai fighter's speech was not very fluent, his words were clearly pronounced. At the end, he pointed at Song Ren and said, one word at a time, "I stepped into this ring to prove myself."
After saying this, his tone gradually turned vicious. Finally, he pointed across the distance at Song Ren's nose. "This time, I'm going to beat your Chinese kung fu."
The trace of confusion in Song Ren's eyes completely vanished.
The coolness that had never fully dissipated instead grew even stronger.
What a lunatic with no self-awareness.
Let me teach you what it means to hold awe in your heart.
Song Ren walked straight toward the Muay Thai fighter on foot.
A sharp glint flashed in the Muay Thai fighter's eyes, and his expression was initially quite relaxed.
But as Song Ren drew within two meters, he gradually sensed an inexplicable pressure.
In the end, he was the first to lose patience and lunged straight at him like a tiger!
This is all for today. I've been too busy these past few days. I'll write the second update during the day.