Cruel Battle

A Cruel Battle. A fierce battle was already underway on the arena stage.

The people in the stands screamed wildly.

The entire venue was thick with the scents of smoke, alcohol, perfume, and murky hormones.

Fang Mo felt as though he had returned to one of Earth's lively bars!

He had loved such places when he was young, but now he found the smell repulsive. He found a corner and watched the fight.

"Violent Wolf!"

The one fighting onstage was Violent Wolf.

His opponent was Li Feng, another expert in the Eagle Claw Skill.

The two fought with extreme intensity, barely defending at all as they traded blows head-on. It was a collision of strength against strength, a spectacular aesthetic of violence.

The ceaseless impacts drowned out even the pounding music.

Watching them fight, Fang Mo felt as if two savage beasts were fighting for their lives.

Compared to this, the battle he had watched between Qin Muxue and Shen Songyang last time seemed far weaker. It had none of this bloody brutality and savagery.

Fang Mo's blood boiled. His eyes remained fixed on the two combatants as he greedily absorbed their fighting experience.

Bright Force seemed to belong only to the second realm, yet many people spent their entire lives in the Strength Training Realm, unable to enter Bright Force.

Bright Force was not about who possessed greater strength, but explosive power.

It meant tempering the strength of the entire body, concentrating it to explosively unleash one's blood and qi, so that a punch could make the air boom.

A single sound was worth a thousand pieces of gold—that was what the saying meant. Some people were strong, but lacked destructive power; they possessed nothing but brute force.

Fuhu Martial Arts School already had strict standards for its disciples, selecting only those with decent natural aptitude.

Yet among the nearly thirty students in the outer courtyard, probably no more than ten would be able to enter Bright Force.

As for Dark Strength, perhaps only one or two could reach it—or perhaps none at all.

Therefore, those who entered Bright Force could find a decent future even if they did not rise above the rest: joining a gang, working in security or as a guard, or entering the military. An exceptionally powerful Bright Force expert like Violent Wolf would absolutely be a gang leader-level figure in many small gangs.

A match like this was not something one could easily witness, which was why Fang Mo watched so intently.

Several minutes passed as the two exchanged countless moves.

Such berserk combat drained them both tremendously, and their movements gradually slowed.

But Fang Mo spotted the problem. Violent Wolf was likely going to lose.

Though Violent Wolf had good stamina and strong defenses, he was clearly somewhat inferior to his opponent in martial techniques.

Moreover, Li Feng's defense was clearly no weaker than Violent Wolf's—if anything, it was stronger.

In their exchange of damage, Violent Wolf had gained no advantage.

Fang Mo thought to himself that Violent Wolf probably had not received the true teachings of the Piguazhang Palm either. He was most likely a Rogue Cultivator who had relied entirely on his own exploration. This was the sorrow of many ordinary martial artists.

Martial arts had flourished in this world for only three hundred years, yet monopolization had already become severe.

Profound techniques and resources were all controlled by the major powers.

Those with good natural aptitude and talent could attend a Martial Academy or join one of the various sects, but for those with poor aptitude and insufficient talent, walking the martial path was extremely difficult.

Just like himself!

Had he not obtained the mysterious Bronze Mirror, had he not possessed the divine ability Practice Makes Perfect—

He would certainly have been eliminated from the martial arts school in half a year.

Thus, at this moment, he felt deeply for Violent Wolf and silently cheered him on.

"Not good!"

Fang Mo's expression suddenly changed. Violent Wolf seemed to have exhausted his strength, revealing a tiny flaw in his palm technique.

Heart Piercing Claw!

Li Feng truly was formidable and skilled in combat. He instantly seized the opportunity, his eagle claw tearing through the opening and lunging straight for Violent Wolf's chest.

Though Violent Wolf's combat skills were inferior to his opponent's, his fighting experience was exceptionally rich. He turned sideways and switched palms, trying to chop away the incoming eagle claw. But he was fast—and so was his opponent.

Li Feng had never intended to pierce his heart. In mid-motion, he abruptly changed his move and clamped down on Violent Wolf's upper left arm.

Sky Rending Claw, tear for me!

Li Feng shouted fiercely, his claw suddenly tightening as it locked onto the muscle, his eagle claw plunging directly into the flesh.

Heart Chasing Palm!

Violent Wolf knew he could not evade it. With a shake of his hand, he drove his palm through and fiercely struck toward Li Feng's chest.

Bang! The palm landed squarely on Li Feng's chest.

Li Feng staggered back two steps, while at the same time came the sound of cloth and flesh being torn apart.

Violent Wolf retreated, clutching his arm.

His upper arm was a bloody mess of mangled flesh, blood spurting from it. His forehead was drenched in sweat, and his face had gone pale.

That claw had likely torn through even his major tendons.

"Ah! Violent Wolf is hurt!"

"It's over—Violent Wolf is going to lose! My five hundred thousand is gone!"

"Violent Wolf, you can't lose! You're the wolf who never loses—defeat him!"

The sight threw the stands into an uproar. People shouted one after another; quite a few had placed heavy bets.

Inside the private box, though Chen Yeming had not risen, the hand holding his wineglass was trembling slightly.

If Violent Wolf lost, Ironstone would bear the Qin name.

Losing Ironstone would be a devastating blow to the Chen Family.

Qin Yuanping, however, smiled. The gloom had vanished from his face, replaced by the delight of a scheme successfully carried out.

"Die!"

Li Feng let out a sinister, piercing howl and darted forward again, blood still staining his eagle claws.

Violent Wolf raised an arm to block. His palm collided with the eagle claw, but in the next instant, Li Feng flipped his claw and hooked it back, seizing the joint of his right hand.

His target had never been Violent Wolf's throat.

"Muscle and Bone Separating Hand!"

Li Feng shouted coldly, twisting both hands violently. At once, the sound of cracking bones rang out.

Gritting his teeth, Violent Wolf kicked Li Feng in the chest.

Li Feng staggered back from the force, but his eagle claw still tore open Violent Wolf's arm. Flesh peeled back, exposing tendon and bone, while blood gushed out like a fountain.

The searing pain drew a muffled groan from Violent Wolf. He stumbled backward and slammed into the iron cage.

Both his arms hung limp. His right hand was completely distorted, as though it had been mangled by machinery. Violent Wolf's face was white as paper, sweat streaming endlessly down his face.

"Your Indestructible Vajra Body isn't complete, is it?"

Li Feng shook the blood from his hand, an icy smile on his face. "What bullshit Indestructible Vajra Body? It's nothing but a martial art no one can ever master. You think you can fight me to the death with it? My Eagle Claw Sect's Iron Cloth Shirt stands alone beneath heaven. Do you think you can break it?"

"If I had mastered the first level of my Indestructible Vajra Body, I would definitely defeat you!"

Drenched in sweat, Violent Wolf gritted his teeth and fixed Li Feng with a vicious stare.

"Too bad you haven't!"

Li Feng gave a cold laugh. Killing intent surged in his eyes as he shouted sharply:

"You ambushed and killed my junior brother, but I won't kill you. I'll cripple all four of your limbs and make you crawl through every day of your life!"

Li Feng smiled coldly and stepped forward in a sudden lunge. His eagle claws instantly seized the bones of Violent Wolf's shoulders. Like steel hooks, they were about to rip apart the large bones in both shoulders.

Once those two bones broke, a man was crippled. It would be forever impossible for him to train martial arts again.

"Ah!"

Violent Wolf let out a scream of agony.

Many women covered their eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

That only made Li Feng more excited. Cruel light gleamed in his eyes as he exerted force, preparing to tear apart the major tendons.

This was not his first time. He had already torn apart the neck bones of many martial artists.

That feeling thrilled him.

"Ah!"

Violent Wolf suddenly released a wild roar. He violently kicked off the iron cage and rammed his head straight into Li Feng, smashing it into his nose. His nasal bone cracked sharply, blood spraying out. Pain made Li Feng release his hands and stagger backward.

"Let's die together!"

With blood all over his face, Violent Wolf roared ferociously and pounced at Li Feng again.

Everyone was stunned by the scene.

Violent Wolf truly lived up to his name. He was utterly insane—despite such grievous injuries, he could still fight for his life.

"You're courting death!"

Li Feng was enraged. He lowered the hand covering his nose and viciously kicked out, sending Violent Wolf flying backward while coughing blood. His body slammed heavily into the iron cage.

Li Feng lunged after him. Violent Wolf attacked with his less injured left hand.

But it was caught in Li Feng's hands, which twisted violently. His bones exploded with cracks, and his left arm was completely snapped as well.

Violent Wolf howled and raised his leg to kick.

But in the next instant, Li Feng flung him away, and he crashed heavily to the ground.

Before he could climb back up, Li Feng was upon him. One stomp shattered Violent Wolf's left leg, his entire lower leg bending at a broken angle.

Violent Wolf let out a desperate, shrill scream.

"You still dared to hurt me? Die!"

Li Feng roared furiously and stomped down again, breaking Violent Wolf's right leg as well.

Other than a few women's screams, the scene was deathly silent.

Too brutal. The mighty Violent Wolf had had all four limbs broken.

Still not satisfied, Li Feng grabbed Violent Wolf's shoulder blades from behind with both hands, preparing to break them as well.

"Stop!"

At that moment, a deep shout rang out. Chen Yeming stood on the second floor and barked in a low voice:

"He's already lost. Don't hurt him any further!"

Li Feng looked up at the second floor, a savage, cold smile curling across his lips.

He suddenly exerted force, his eagle claws tearing down.

"Ah!"

Violent Wolf let out a shrill, miserable howl as Li Feng snapped both of his shoulder blades.

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