Got Careless, Didn't Dodge

Song Reng noticed Zhang Shicheng was eager to fight, making him even more anxious.

However, his expression remained calm and composed, not even a wrinkle on his brow.

He certainly had the demeanor of a master!

At the same time, his tone was very open, even carrying a hint of resolve:

"Baron, you and I both know Tyrannosaurus's strength. You're no match for him alone."

"For the sake of our past battles together, I'll help you test the waters this time."

With that, Zhang Shicheng gestured towards Song Ren: "As for this one here, it's obvious he's tired. He's actually letting Tyrannosaurus share the pressure for him."

"This means he's exhausted and about to give out."

"This is a rare opportunity, go on, Baron."

Baron glanced at the lingering bloodstains on Song Ren's body, and the three cold corpses not far away.

Then he looked at Song Ren's forehead, where not a single bead of sweat had appeared.

For a moment, the Black man Baron was utterly bewildered.

Zhang Shicheng wanted to say something more.

But Baron had already raised his hands, giving him two middle fingers high up, and spat out unceremoniously, "Fuck you!"

You son of a bitch, do you think I'm blind!

Tyrannosaurus is strong, but if he loses, at most his bones will be broken.

But you want me to fight that monster? You want him to beat me to death like he did the others!

Baron decisively scorned Zhang Shicheng and then charged towards Tyrannosaurus He Ping, with unprecedented momentum.

Zhang Shicheng's face turned pale. He truly couldn't face death with equanimity.

Especially when he saw Song Ren begin to walk towards him, Zhang Shicheng felt his breath catch!

Just like the Muay Thai boxer earlier, facing Song Ren's calm advance, the psychological pressure had been building heavier and heavier.

The Muay Thai boxer chose to attack proactively.

Then Song Ren sent him packing with five kicks.

Zhang Shicheng's expression also began to change.

After immense psychological preparation, he raised his head again, and his entire being seemed to have been reborn, completely calm.

His dark pupils reflected a strong desire to fight, as if he was willing to risk everything, his voice incredibly cold:

"These Iron Fists of mine will never yield easily!"

Song Ren raised his eyebrows slightly, his walk gradually turning into a run, then he suddenly charged forward.

The next moment, Zhang Shicheng leaped backward sharply.

He decisively flopped onto the boxing ring with a thud, clutching his chest and coughing violently, speaking weakly:

"Damn it, I, Iron Fist Zhang Shicheng, have never been inferior to anyone."

"This time... cough cough, I was careless and didn't dodge!"

"You, cough, you win!"

Song Ren excitedly rushed closer, but his expression froze, the corners of his eyes twitching uncontrollably.

I haven't even thrown a punch, and you're trying to pull a fast one on me!

He turned to look at the equally stunned referee outside the ring, pointing at Zhang Shicheng lying on the ground, and asked, "Is this considered a scam?"

The referee's forehead was covered in black lines: "..."

A scam?

Pulling a scam on the top-floor boxing ring of Fook Shing Building?

Damn it, who brought this boxer up? They have no shame at all!

The referee, with a dark expression, stepped onto the stage and walked to Zhang Shicheng's side.

He kicked him.

Unmoving—

The referee's expression turned even darker. He squatted down, bent over, and whispered into Zhang Shicheng's ear:

"Zhang Shicheng, what the hell are you doing!"

"Your promotion from the mid-level ring was approved by multiple referees."

"If you dare to pull something like this, you'll never be allowed to fight at Fook Shing Building again!"

Zhang Shicheng maintained his prone position, stubbornly refusing to get up.

However, he did open his eyelids slightly, his lips parting just a bit, and said in a very small voice:

"You say it so easily, but why don't you fight him yourself if you have the guts."

"I'd rather not have the money than lose my life here!"

The referee was instantly speechless.

Song Ren's ferocity had been truly outrageous just now.

Although it had sent the audience outside the ring into a frenzy, The thought of standing opposite him in the ring made their scalps tingle.

Seeing that Zhang Shicheng wouldn't move even if beaten to death, the referee said nothing more, only muttering:

"Consider yourself lucky, kid. Your first match after entering the ring doesn't have such strict requirements."

"Otherwise, even with a big spender protecting you, you'd be dead this time."

"However, after this, don't even think about having a spot on the top floor."

The referee dragged the motionless Zhang Shicheng away.

The explanation given was that Zhang Shicheng had suffered a sudden heart attack during the boxing match and had to forfeit this duel.

Although there was a lot of chatter in the audience, most people didn't pay much attention.

Compared to Zhang Shicheng and Baron, more people were originally focused on the favorite to win this duel – Tyrannosaurus He Ping.

At this moment, everyone's anticipation was undoubtedly for the final showdown between these two.

And as expected, Baron alone couldn't even last two minutes against Tyrannosaurus He Ping before being knocked to the ground, unable to get up.

He Ping stared at Song Ren, his fists cracking as he clenched them, his face filled with excitement:

"Now no one can interfere with us anymore."

"Let's put on a thrilling show together!"

With that, he lunged directly at Song Ren, his speed remarkably swift.

As he closed the distance, He Ping suddenly stepped forward.

He grounded himself, raised his arm, clenched his fist—

Top Heart Elbow!

Baji, Top Heart Elbow!

Although Song Ren could tell He Ping had a martial arts foundation, He Ping had previously relied on brute force to force his way through, making his moves very deceptive.

Only when He Ping rushed before him and struck with the speed of lightning at the last moment did Song Ren finally recognize the Baji style.

His brow furrowed sharply.

Being closed in by Baji, which excelled at close-quarters combat, it was already a bit late to retreat.

Song Ren twisted his body to evade the fierce elbow strike.

But He Ping's follow-up was immediate. He stepped his right leg forward, blocking, and simultaneously swung his elbow horizontally towards Song Ren's side shoulder.

However, He Ping's blocking leg was precisely met by Song Ren's deliberately raised knee.

His subsequent elbow strike was skillfully deflected, and Song Ren even managed to land a palm strike to He Ping's armpit.

He Ping's lower body was quite stable. He withstood the palm strike, spun around to close the distance again, and then retaliated with an elbow strike, which was blocked once more.

He Ping naturally lowered his center of gravity, and his blocking foot once again collided with Song Ren's knee.

His lower body techniques yielded no advantage.

As a result, He Ping's hastily executed Mountain Lean only pushed Song Ren back two steps, failing to land any effective offense.

Despite the outcome, the audience outside the ring erupted in excitement upon seeing Song Ren pushed back.

This was the first time they had seen anyone push Song Ren back head-on since the duel began.

It was as if they saw a glimmer of possibility in He Ping.

But He Ping's expression turned serious.

Baji emphasized close-quarters combat, and this failed Mountain Lean, rather than pushing the opponent back, had allowed the opponent to use the force to actively create distance.

This guy really is an unprecedented master!

At this moment, He Ping felt no fear; instead, he grew even more excited and closed in again.