Gruesome Death

On the stage

Zheng Qizhi's face was contorted in agony.

But in his eyes, after the extreme pain, there was only a greater degree of madness.

That pain had completely torn apart all his reason.

The hand piercing his right palm was raised high, aimed at Song Ren's neck, which was just within reach, and stabbed down!

But being heavily injured, his counterattack was rather ineffective.

Song Ren simply twisted his head, easily dodging it.

His handwork was not slow; he casually bent Zheng Qizhi's wrist backward, and simultaneously grabbed him with his other hand.

With both hands twisting his entire arm fiercely, one in front and one behind.

Crack!

His shoulder bone twisted!

Zheng Qizhi's face turned ashen, and he stretched his neck out in pain.

His eyes were already bloodshot, and as if he had gone mad, he turned his head to bite the back of Song Ren's right hand that was on his shoulder.

Song Ren immediately let go and retreated, while also using his elbow to shove away the head that was lunging to bite him.

Zheng Qizhi's head reeled from the impact.

Song Ren's move was as fast as lightning, and he immediately followed up with a punch.

Zheng Qizhi's right eye was bloodied, and his vision immediately became blurry.

Song Ren's gaze grew even more piercing.

With his fingers, fists, palms, and elbows, all the offensive parts of his hands could be used, and in the next moment, they rained down like a torrential downpour.

To the astonishment of all the spectators off the stage!

Song Ren unleashed a scene of extreme violence upon Zheng Qizhi's upper body.

Pushing hands and headbutting!

Grabbing and dislocating the jaw!

Chisel strikes to the crown of the head!

Slicing palm strikes to the throat!

Cannon Fist to the temple!

Coiling and breaking a section of the cervical spine!

Punches shattering three ribs!

Piercing strikes puncturing both eardrums!

Interspersed within these were straight punches, hooks, inch force, Piguazhang, elbow strikes, grappling...

Especially towards the end, Song Ren's techniques became dazzlingly fast.

Within the dense, interwoven onslaught, Zheng Qizhi's head swayed like a roly-poly toy.

Held by his slender neck, it swung back and forth, left and right!

Bang bang bang bang!

The dull thuds of flesh being struck resounded across the entire stage like thunderclaps!

This exhilarating, jaw-dropping spectacle struck the entire arena, both inside and out, into complete silence.

On the stage

Only mottled blood could be seen, exploding like a blood flower in the air, splashing down to stain the ground with crimson spots.

Even Song Ren's cheeks were splattered with terrifying beads of blood.

Under the impact of the blood, his cold eyes made him look even more like a monster harvesting life.

For a full minute!

When Song Ren withdrew his hands, Zheng Qizhi's entire head was a bloody mess, and his upper body was completely soaked in blood.

His fragile neck seemed to have snapped, and as Song Ren stopped, his head drooped powerlessly onto his chest.

Viscous blood dripped from his face, like a continuous stream of blood beads.

Zheng Qizhi's arms hung limply in front of him, and the man remained completely still, his chest no longer rising and falling.

He was dead, utterly silent!

At this point, even as Song Ren formally stood up and wiped the bloodstains from his cheeks with his sleeve.

The audience seats below remained in a state of stunned silence for a moment.

After a long while, faint gasps began to rise one after another.

The next second, the arena erupted into deafening cheers.

"Ooh! Oh!!!"

"Awesome!!!"

"Is that the Terminator?!"

"Handsome! I'm rooting for you!"

A cacophony of noisy, chaotic voices, all freely venting the soul-stirring exhilaration the audience felt.

The sound was so intense it seemed about to rip off the ceiling, as if the very air were heating up.

On the top floor, in the VIP room of the big spender Guo Can.

Inside the room, the table full of precious red wine had all been swept to the floor in one go.

Glass shards, mixed with the red liquid, were scattered across the expensive carpet.

Guo Can angrily kicked over a single-person sofa.

The Zheng brothers, on whom he had placed so much hope, had just been beaten to death before his very eyes.

He wasn't angry about the deaths of the two brothers, but purely because he had lost face to Song Ren once again.

In the room, besides him, there was a Muay Thai master and a Karate master standing beside him.

However, at this moment, neither of them dared to speak loudly.

If Guo Can had asked them to kill the opponent in the ring before, they might have had some confidence.

But after witnessing this scene, the two martial arts experts, who had achieved great success in their respective fields, were somewhat afraid to look up.

Too fierce!

On the stage, the dominance Song Ren displayed was so strong that one could clearly feel it even through the floor-to-ceiling window.

In the realm of bare-handed combat, he likely had few opponents left.

To defeat him in the ring, one could only hope for a fight with weapons.

After all, bare-handed combat and weapon combat were two entirely different matters.

But unfortunately, neither the Muay Thai master nor the Karate master held an advantage in the realm of weapon combat.

On the stage

As Zheng Qizhi weakly lowered his head, the chaotic four-way brawl that had been going on had all involuntarily stopped.

He Ping's eyes flickered with brilliance.

He had been defending his title in the middle-tier ring for a long time, but he had never encountered a challenger who satisfied him.

Now that he had reached the top-tier ring, it was indeed different.

In his very first match after moving up, he had encountered such an explosive opponent!

He Ping's slightly narrowed eyes seemed to hold a ferocious beast within them.

In contrast, Zhang Shicheng and Baron, who had been entangled with He Ping for a long time, had even darker expressions.

Damn it, why are there monsters everywhere now!

It's really bad luck!

The Muay Thai fighter was very decisive. He directly abandoned the others here, his gaze filled with a hint of excitement, and walked towards Song Ren.

Standing three meters away, he slightly tilted his head and asked with a hint of doubt, "Kung Fu?"

Song Ren did not answer him.

But the Muay Thai fighter had already started speaking on his own.

"They are not good enough."

He pointed at the two brothers who were already dead on the field and wagged his index finger left and right.

Then, pointing at himself with his thumb, he looked at Song Ren again and said, "But I am different."

Song Ren: "?"

Although the Muay Thai fighter's speech was not very fluent, his pronunciation was clear. Finally, he pointed at Song Ren and said word by word, "I'm here to prove myself."

After saying this, his tone gradually became fierce, and he finally pointed at Song Ren's nose from a distance, "This time, I'm going to beat your Chinese Kung Fu."

Song Ren's eyes, which had held a hint of confusion moments ago, completely dissipated.

The faint chill that hadn't fully dispersed actually intensified.

A lunatic who lacked self-awareness.

I'll teach you what it means to have reverence.

Song Ren walked towards the Muay Thai fighter on foot, head-on.

The Muay Thai fighter's eyes gleamed, and his expression was initially very relaxed.

But as Song Ren closed in to within two meters, he gradually felt an inexplicable sense of pressure.

In the end, it was he who couldn't hold back and lunged forward!

Here's the first chapter. I've been very busy these past few days. I'll write the second chapter during the day.