Sparring

Successfully opened the blind box and obtained the Inheritance Emblem of the auspicious beast Qilin...

An auspicious beast Qilin?

An Inheritance Emblem?

Song Ren raised an eyebrow. That name sounded pretty impressive.

Notice: The auspicious beast Qilin believes that the boss's way of doing things does not suit its style and refuses to bestow its pelt inheritance upon the boss. It also rolled its eyes at him disdainfully.

Notice: The ferocious beast Kui Ox greatly appreciates the boss's way of doing things and exchanged conditions with the auspicious beast Qilin. The boss has obtained the Inheritance Emblem of the ferocious beast Kui Ox: Hoof.

The two consecutive notifications left Song Ren briefly stunned.

The next second, a thread of pitch-black airflow shot out of the void and poured straight into Song Ren's forehead. A chill instantly spread through his limbs and bones.

In the end, all that chill gathered along his spine, gradually turning warm, then scorching hot.

Song Ren felt his back burning, as though it were about to catch fire.

He could not help returning to the mirror, twisting his head to look at his reflected back.

As his shoulders arched slightly backward, his two powerful shoulder blades bulged high. At the center of his spine, mysterious black characters appeared.

Though he had no knowledge whatsoever of those strange symbols, a concept instinctively surfaced in Song Ren's mind.

Hoof!

The Kui Ox's hoof!

As the thought arose, a cool sense of power surged through his limbs like a fountain.

Especially into his hands.

Song Ren nearly felt the urge to punch straight through a steel plate.

But his mind remained clear. That was not realistic.

A pelt-level inheritance from the Kui Ox could at most make his punches and kicks more violently powerful.

It absolutely did not exceed the limits of a human being.

Song Ren's body had changed too drastically in too short a time, leaving him with little real understanding of his own level.

So Song Ren chose to summon Feng Yuxiu again.

In the courtyard,

Feng Yuxiu wore a twisted expression, his unruly eyes carrying a trace of playful savagery.

Was this guy insane?

Did he really think that winning with a gun through such despicable means proved anything?

Perhaps he did not know how the words "better off dead" were written!

Feng Yuxiu felt deeply conflicted toward Song Ren, who instinctively made him unable to feel any desire to resist.

Part of him wanted to beat Song Ren to death, while another part was driven by an instinctive loyalty that demanded he follow him unto death.

So when Song Ren took the initiative to suggest a sparring match, one where they could cut loose as much as possible,

Feng Yuxiu only wanted to laugh in his heart—

Ha, never seen such a special request before!

As they took their positions, Feng Yuxiu stepped forward with his left leg, naturally lowered his stance, spread his arms one in front and one behind, and curled all ten fingers into claws.

Grappling Technique—Bone and Tendon Dislocation!

Ordinary grappling was no longer enough to vent the deepest hatred in Feng Yuxiu's heart.

Only Bone and Tendon Dislocation, the martial art method most capable of making an opponent suffer, would do.

This was also one of his specialties.

The essence of grappling lay in seizing, striking, entangling, trapping, and locking. Bone and Tendon Dislocation was the essence of that essence.

It required not only flexible use of grappling techniques, but also a penetrating familiarity with the human skeleton and tendons.

A savage grin had already appeared on Feng Yuxiu's face as his gaze traveled over Song Ren's body.

There were twelve key joints in the human body that could easily be dislocated. On top of that, I'll dislocate another eighteen of your bones!

Let's start with those fairly well-shaped shoulder blades of yours...

At that moment, Feng Yuxiu was itching to give it a try.

But while he was considering how to torment him next, Song Ren had already charged forward without hesitation!

He kept his body low like a cheetah hunting at top speed—agile and ferocious!

He feared no powerful foe. Instead, he seemed to enjoy the process even more.

The instant he made his move, every bone in his body seemed to radiate violent intent.

For that instant, Feng Yuxiu was distracted, as though he had seen a shadow of his former self in Song Ren.

Until Song Ren's fist shot out like lightning, a hook punch driving straight at his face.

Feng Yuxiu instantly snapped back to his senses. Though surprised by Song Ren's astonishing progress, his counterattack was still even sharper.

He tilted his head back to evade the hook, then swiftly hooked one hand around Song Ren's forearm.

At the same time, he bridged forward with his left leg, raised his horse stance, and caught Song Ren's lower body off guard, knocking his footing aside.

Song Ren's attack tilted slightly. He had no choice but to withdraw his fist and turn it into an elbow, driving it straight out to break Feng Yuxiu's grapple.

Yet with his other hand, he chose a broad, unrestrained strike. Even though his body was tilted and somewhat off-balance, he still swung his arm in a midair Pigua chop!

Using offense as defense!

From their very first exchange, Song Ren displayed overwhelming aggression, his violence practically spilling into the air!

Feng Yuxiu raised a brow. Not bad.

His grappling strike, which had been threading toward Song Ren's jawbone, had to be withdrawn midway as he blocked the incoming Pigua chop.

The force was impressive, but that was all!

Feng Yuxiu had already seized the initiative and closed in another half-step.

The closest range for grappling!

As he blocked the Pigua chop, Feng Yuxiu seized Song Ren beneath the ribs.

The bones there were fragile and dangerous, an area martial artists generally avoided at all costs.

Song Ren retreated half a step, drove force through his rear foot, pressed his body slightly forward, raised his front leg, and protected his chest with both arms.

In an instant, he shifted from fierce offense to complete defense.

Feng Yuxiu's vicious grapple struck between Song Ren's knee and elbow, his fingertips tearing several strips of fabric.

It also left a dark purple claw mark beneath Song Ren's elbow.

Song Ren could not help but praise him. What hard grappling skill.

Even when it struck the thickest parts of the human body—the knees and elbows—it had still injured him.

Were this guy's hands made of iron?!

But Feng Yuxiu had no intention of stopping there. With the tide of attack and defense reversed, his terrifying suppressive power was fully revealed.

When one strike failed, he immediately twisted into a whipping kick that caught up to Song Ren and lashed across his outer arm.

Before Song Ren could react, Feng Yuxiu followed with Southern Fist converted from grappling. He was already fighting with growing excitement!

He sank his shoulders and dropped his elbows, driving out a straight punch like a Cannon Fist.

Song Ren fell into a disadvantage and could only block it with his elbow.

But after that strike came Feng Yuxiu's poised Tan Leg.

In the blink of an eye, Southern Fist, Northern Leg, tendon dislocation, bone dislocation—Feng Yuxiu poured them all into his fists and feet with exhilarating abandon.

Faced with that rainstorm of attacks, Song Ren could only barely hold his ground for the moment.

Bang!

After another kick, Song Ren staggered backward three or five steps.

Feng Yuxiu immediately followed with a clean, relentless pursuit.

The moment he thought of being riddled with bullets by Song Ren before, Feng Yuxiu's heart filled with pleasure.

He rushed toward the retreating Song Ren, twisted his body, and sprang into the air. His waist coiled like a twist of rope as a flying kick shot straight at Song Ren's chest.

That kick carried tremendous force.

Song Ren had barely steadied himself from his retreat when the vicious kick was already right before him.

That unbroken barrage had provoked his temper. His eyes were icy cold, while the Kui Ox emblem on his back burned fiercely.

Though he could not throw a full-force punch now, even in such haste, Song Ren still chose to meet force with force without hesitation.

In that instant, confidence rose in his heart—the confidence to break skill with strength.

Song Ren clenched his five fingers tight, his knuckles turning white.

He twisted his waist and sank his shoulder!

As force traveled in sequence from his waist to his shoulder and elbow, the instant he threw his punch, it seemed as though his fist had been wrapped in a layer of oxhide!

Thick, hard, and immensely powerful!

Bang!!!

Amid the dull impact, Feng Yuxiu staggered and was knocked back four or five meters. Only after twisting around and landing steadily did he look at Song Ren in astonishment.

With that build and weight, he could throw out that much force?!

He could not help twisting his numb, trembling foot.

Song Ren took a deep breath, lifted his head to stare at Feng Yuxiu, then suddenly smiled. He crooked a finger and exhaled. "Ha, come on. Let's continue!"