Bone-Piercing Inch Force

Boom!

With both hands gripping the railing, Scar's massive frame—over two meters tall and weighing several hundred jin—vaulted onto the arena like a heavy armored bear. The moment his feet hit the ground, the high-strength alloy floor let out a strained, muffled groan.

This sudden change set the crowd below into an uproar.

"Why is Scar going up?!"

From the new recruit camp erupted fierce protests and curses, voices seething with anger: "This isn't right! It was clearly agreed to settle the grudges between the five of them—how can they switch in an outside helper on the spot?!"

"This is blatant bullying! A fix! A rigged match!"

Facing the new recruits' fury, the veterans below burst into unrestrained laughter, mocking them without mercy: "Hahaha! You greenhorns don't know the rules of underground brawling? Butcher's rules never said the one fighting has to be the aggrieved party themselves!"

"If you've got the points to hire a stand-in to die for you, that's your skill! If you've got the guts, go up and fight for that lunatic yourselves!"

Amid the chaotic shouting match between new and old soldiers, some spectators quickly recognized Scar's background and couldn't help but gasp.

"This is bad... Scar may be stuck by his talent and genetic optimization, unable to step into the true ranks of a 'Martial Artist,' but he's been tempering his body for five or six years!"

"That's right! This freak was born with a massive bone structure. His pure physical strength must have reached a terrifying seven or eight hundred kilograms! An ordinary Quasi-Martial Artist taking one of his punches would have their bones shattered into powder!"

Hearing the shocking figure of "seven or eight hundred kilograms," the betting pool instantly saw violent fluctuations.

Facing such a heavy-duty reinforcement with overwhelming size and power, even those who had favored Shen Qing were now utterly despairing.

The bookmaker, keenly sensing an opportunity, wildly waved his magnetic card and shouted: "Last-minute bets open now! Place your bets and lock them in!"

What had once been a somewhat uncertain matchup instantly collapsed into a one-sided rout.

All the veterans frantically threw their money on Scar, driving the odds to an absurdly high level.

In everyone's eyes, this match was already decided—Shen Qing was as good as dead!

Many new recruits clenched their teeth, eyes reddening, powerless to do anything. This was a blatant exploitation of a loophole in the rules to force a man to his death!

Yet, standing on the arena, Shen Qing remained eerily calm.

He didn't shout protests at the referee about the veterans' shameless tactics, because deep down he knew better than anyone—in this cannibalistic military camp, a weakling's protest wasn't worth a damn.

Shen Qing seized every second of this brief substitution time, gulping down air tinged with the taste of blood.

The Ancient Martial Arts energy within him churned like a juicer, frantically squeezing the last remnants of blood and qi from every meridian.

He lifted his head slightly, his bloodshot eyes locked onto Scar, who loomed over him like an iron tower, casting a massive shadow. His mind raced as he coldly assessed the opponent's center of gravity and joint weaknesses.

As long as something was alive, it had a flaw!

Meanwhile, behind the roaring crowd below.

Jiang Yue stood like a ghost hidden in the shadows, coldly watching the mountain of flesh named "Scar" on the stage.

"Seven or eight hundred kilograms of baseline force, huh..."

"Their paper stats are about the same, but Shen Qing is already spent."

"This fight will be tough."

As the veteran referee's sharp metal whistle tore through the air, the fifth arena deathmatch officially began!

The moment the whistle faded, Shen Qing on the stage moved.

He knew full well that his current physical state couldn't afford any drawn-out fight—every extra second standing would make his dry, depleted blood and qi cause his legs to tremble.

He had to end it quickly, squeezing out the last shred of his life's potential!

"Kill!"

A guttural roar like a cornered beast tore from Shen Qing's throat. Like a blood-soaked arrow loosed from a bow, he didn't retreat but charged forward, launching a suicidal assault at the iron-tower-like Scar.

Two strides in, Shen Qing pressed his fingers together like a blade, unleashing a vicious killing move from Ancient Martial Arts without reservation—Bone-Piercing Inch Force!

His bloodstained fingers, whistling as they split the air, struck with pinpoint accuracy at Scar's vulnerable throat and the death acupoint beneath his ribs.

If this blow landed true, it could dent even an armor plate, instantly paralyzing or killing the opponent!

Yet, facing this lethal strike, Scar's scarred, fleshy face twisted into a cruel sneer.

He didn't dodge at all. Instead, he took a deep breath, his chest and abdominal muscles swelling like inflated steel tires!

Thump! Thump!

Two dull sounds like striking thick, aged cowhide exploded across the arena.

Shen Qing's Bone-Piercing Inch Force, enough to kill Old Cripple in one hit, slammed into Scar's throat and ribs.

But the expected scene of shattered bones and torn sinews didn't come. Shen Qing only felt his fingers hit a solid wall, the intense recoil making his finger bones creak in protest.

"That all you've got? Tickling me?!"

Scar let out a savage laugh. His thick flesh and skin, tempered for five or six years under 1.5 times gravity, had become a natural muscle armor.

If Shen Qing had been at full strength, he might have pierced through this defense with his inch force. But now, with his blood and qi drained dry, this strike couldn't even break through Scar's Skin Membrane!

A mayfly shaking a tree—nothing more.

"Now, it's my turn!"

Scar didn't understand any profound martial techniques; he relied purely on the absolute crushing force of his size and strength!

Like a rampaging giant bear, he locked his waist and hips, swung his right fist—the size of a clay pot—with a terrifying wind pressure like a mountain collapsing, and smashed it straight down at Shen Qing's head!

Boom!

The wind pressure bit to the bone. Shen Qing's pupils shrank sharply. He instinctively crossed his arms, trying to use Ancient Martial Arts Force Unloading to deflect that overbearing power to the side.

But in the face of absolute physical force, any exquisite technique became a pathetic joke.

Nearly eight hundred kilograms of explosive power, like a heavy iron hammer falling from the sky, poured without reservation onto Shen Qing's fragile defensive structure!

Accompanied by a sickening crack of bone, Shen Qing's proud Ancient Martial Arts Force Unloading was instantly torn apart. His crossed arms were smashed into twisted, deformed shapes.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, slammed heavily into the high-strength alloy railing at the edge of the ring, then slid down like a pile of mud.

"Pfft!"

Shen Qing violently spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments, staining the metal floor in front of him a shocking red.

His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Scar ahead, a gurgling sound of unwillingness escaping his throat.

He still tried to struggle. His numb arms couldn't support him, so he bit down on the alloy railing with his blood-soaked teeth, desperately trying to drag his broken body back up.

But his utterly exhausted body finally gave out at that moment.

Thud.

Shen Qing collapsed heavily into the pool of blood, his eyes still wide and bloodshot, but he could no longer move an inch.

The tragic song of a spent arrow ended abruptly before absolute violence.

"Fourth match! Scar wins!"

Before the countdown even finished, the scarred veteran referee, his face full of rough flesh, couldn't wait to rush onto the stage.

He grabbed Scar's thick arm and loudly announced the result.

Then, the referee coldly glanced at Shen Qing lying in the blood, pulled out a megaphone from his waist, and his voice rang through the entire underground Black Boxing Arena:

"Given that the rookie side has completely lost combat capability and no one can step in to fight the fifth match!"

"I now represent Boss Butcher in announcing—this five-match bet is won early by the veteran side! They take all two hundred base points and the pool commission!!"

Boom!

As this vicious collective judgment was announced, the veterans who had lost their eyes red below instantly plunged into a sea of celebration.

Especially Red Hair and Baldy, the two were so excited their faces flushed red, waving their arms and almost jumping up, frantically urging the banker to settle the massive points that would let them splurge for months.

But on the other side, the rookie camp completely exploded!

Endless rage and humiliation burned in every rookie's chest. Countless people pointed at the referee and Scar on stage, cursing loudly:

"Shameless! Sending a fully rested heavy veteran to fight a man who's already fought three matches and is half dead—do you veterans have no face left?!"

"What right do you have to declare early?! The agreement was five full matches! The fifth hasn't even started—how can you just decide you take everything?!"

"Rigged! This is your veterans' rule? Utter shamelessness!"

Facing the tsunami of rookie fury, Scar on the ring not only showed no shame but walked arrogantly to the railing and spat a bloody gob down at the rookie crowd.

"Ptooey!"

Scar looked down from his height at the furious rookies, his rough voice full of disdain and mockery: "Rules are rules! Got a problem? Not happy?!"

"If you're not happy, you useless pieces of shit, get up here and fight the fifth match for that half-dead trash!!"

Scar cracked his knuckles, roaring like an invincible demon: "If no one dares to come up and die, then shut your stinking mouths and swallow that anger back into your guts!!"

This arrogant provocation, like a basin of icy water, instantly doused most of the rookies' fury.

The entire previously noisy rookie camp fell into a brief dead silence in the face of this brutal reality.

Looking at Scar on the stage, a mountain of flesh radiating nearly eight hundred kilograms of terrifying pressure, and then at Shen Qing on the ground with broken arms, alive or dead unknown—even the most unruly rookie thugs could only clench their fists tightly, not daring to step forward and court disaster.

Who would dare to go die?