The Arena
The Muay Thai fighter charged at Song Ren. As he closed in, he leaped into the air and came at him with a vicious flying knee.
At the same time, his raised hands had already shifted into an attacking stance.
Song Ren's eyes grew colder. He simply sidestepped out of the way.
He twisted his waist and drove power through his hips, delivering a high roundhouse kick to his opponent on the spot.
You like flying knees, do you?
One had to understand that whenever Song Ren used a flying knee to hit someone, it was usually because his opponent could no longer defend himself.
As for someone who started an attack with a flying knee—
There was no reason to show him any courtesy.
The high roundhouse came in at a vicious angle. The heel crashed heavily into the Muay Thai fighter's back as the two passed each other.
Smack!
Amid the crisp crack, the kick sent the Muay Thai fighter stumbling several steps farther away.
After landing, he staggered and took three or four running steps before finally steadying himself.
But Song Ren had already turned and caught up. Before his opponent could turn around, Song Ren had already brought down an even fiercer roundhouse kick.
This kick landed solidly!
The instep struck directly beneath the Muay Thai fighter's nape.
Smack!
Another, even louder crack rang out!
A flash of pain surged through the Muay Thai fighter's eyes. His body involuntarily dropped to its knees, and he caught himself with both hands on the arena floor.
Before he could stand, another heavy roundhouse slammed into the back of his head!
The Hoof Seal on his spine had long since grown scorching hot!
Under this kick, the Muay Thai fighter's hands, which had just begun pushing his body up, were smashed heavily back onto the arena floor.
His spine bent deeply.
His head bobbed like a pestle pounding garlic, slamming forehead-first into the arena.
Bam!!!
The tremendous crash made the spectators inside and outside the arena swallow hard.
The Muay Thai fighter's forehead was a bloody mess. Thick blood slid down from between his brows.
For a while, his brain buzzed, and the ringing in his ears refused to stop.
After a long moment, he came to his senses and saw himself kneeling awkwardly, both hands braced against the ground.
The pride on his face quickly vanished, replaced by a chestful of fury.
He instinctively cursed in his native language, getting only half the obscenity out.
Before he could finish, Song Ren mercilessly followed up with his fourth roundhouse, forcing the rest of the words back down his throat.
Bam!!!
Amid the arena's second tremendous impact, the Muay Thai fighter's forehead kissed the arena floor again.
A garish spray of blood exploded across the platform.
His head bounced slightly upward from the force of the impact.
This time, Song Ren gave him no chance to recover. Beside him, he raised his right leg high, pointing it straight toward the sky.
The Hoof Seal was already hot as a branding iron, and inherited power surged within it!
An ax-chopping downward strike!
Boom!
Three Kows!
The head slammed heavily into the arena floor for the third time!
The immense, muffled impact seemed to crash into every spectator's heart.
As blood sprayed in all directions, the Muay Thai fighter assumed the most devout posture of worship and was completely knelt to death on this top-level arena, where all kinds of wealthy and powerful guests had gathered.
Bright red and viscous blood solemnly added a garish stroke of color to this almost devout "worship."
The audience was already breathing rapidly. At this moment, Song Ren, a newcomer to the top-level fighting arena, had practically conquered every onlooker.
The Muay Thai fighter had gone from launching the first attack to kneeling to death on the arena floor.
He had not managed a single decent counterattack from start to finish.
After just five kicks, he had been sent away.
Especially the final Three Kows—simple and vicious.
The impact it brought to the spectators was in no way inferior to the deaths of the Zheng Brothers before him.
It could be said that after just one Zhulu Dou fight, Song Ren had already won over most of the elite spectators in the top-level arena.
On the platform—
He Ping could no longer restrain the impulse in his heart. Zhang Shicheng and Baron were only a mediocre challenge to him.
If he had not been held back by several opponents, preventing him from breaking away, he would have rushed over long ago to personally test Song Ren's strength.
At this moment, He Ping's blood was boiling with the thrill of facing a powerful enemy.
He suddenly broke through Zhang Shicheng and Baron's encirclement and charged excitedly toward Song Ren:
"I'm coming!!!"
His loud, high-pitched voice was filled with unparalleled excitement.
Zhang Shicheng and Baron also intentionally made way, hoping to let the two monsters fight each other so they could play the fisherman afterward.
There was nothing they could do. He Ping, a Tyrannosaurus who had risen from the middle-level arena, was already terrifying enough.
And there was an even more outrageous one above them!
The two exchanged a glance but did not attack directly. Instead, they guarded opposite sides and took a temporary breather, preparing for the final battle to come.
He Ping's blood surged hotly through him like a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus. His fighting spirit was positively raging!
He leaped forward and drove an elbow at Song Ren, who deflected it with the back of his hand.
A ferocious hook followed immediately!
Song Ren suddenly pressed his back against him and swept He Ping's lower body with his heel.
His other hand had already seized He Ping's wrist. He suddenly performed a shoulder throw!
However, at the final moment, He Ping twisted Song Ren's forearm behind him.
Using the force of his falling body, he violently flung his arm and sent Song Ren flying.
Song Ren remained composed. After flipping through the air, he landed steadily.
He Ping, however, hit the ground hard.
Yet he was not discouraged in the slightest. Instead, he got up, patted his backside, and grew even more excited. He shouted, "Now that's more like it!!!"
Song Ren raised an eyebrow as well.
This guy had tremendous strength. In that position, he had actually still managed to throw me away.
And with all those bulging muscles, he looked quite durable too.
But...
Song Ren seemed to think of something. He turned his head slightly and looked toward the other two men, who were resting nearby and intent on playing the fisherman.
Zhang Shicheng and Baron were both rough men. When Song Ren fixed his gaze on them, they instantly felt a chill run down their spines.
The main problem was that Song Ren had been far too vicious in this fight.
They would even rather fight the familiar He Ping than face a ruthless man like Song Ren.
The Zhulu Dou was not even over, and he had already beaten three fighters to death with his bare hands.
That was something unimaginable in the middle and lower levels.
Song Ren turned back to He Ping and asked, "You pick one?"
He Ping grinned. "Sure."
With that, he turned his head and pointed at Baron. "I've got a strong bite, so I'll beat up this coal briquette first."
Baron's face turned furious, and he immediately unleashed a string of colorful curses: "%￥#@"
Coal briquette, my ass! Your whole family's a coal briquette!!!
Song Ren ignored them and looked toward Zhang Shicheng in the other direction. He chuckled. "Then I have no choice. I'm stuck with the other one."
Zhang Shicheng's face darkened.
He glanced at the three corpses on the platform, which were completely motionless.
He still swallowed nervously before speaking to Baron, who was cursing nonstop. He suggested, "Baron, since you're so unhappy that the Tyrannosaurus chose you—"
"Why don't I take the difficult path? Let's switch opponents."
Baron's tirade stopped instantly.
He turned and looked at Zhang Shicheng as if he were an idiot. They had both risen from the middle-level arena and were old acquaintances.
Who did not know exactly what the other was thinking?
Looking at what had happened to the few people who had fought that monster, Baron felt that compared with him, the Tyrannosaurus was actually rather gentle.