Just as Xicai threw a punch and exposed an opening at his right ribs.
Ye Yuan drove a vicious punch into Xicai's right side.
The punch was heavy and powerful, knocking Xicai off balance and forcing him to stagger back several steps.
Even after driving him back, Ye Yuan did not stop attacking his ribs.
At that moment, Ye Yuan was like a magnet, firmly stuck close to Xicai's body.
His right leg swept out, striking the right ribs directly.
Xicai retreated again.
A left fist, still aimed at the right ribs.
Xicai retreated again.
A knee strike, once more targeting Xicai's right ribs.
Xicai had nowhere left to retreat.
He had already reached the edge of the ring.
He was now using the ring's rubber ropes to keep his balance.
Without the ropes, Xicai would likely have already been knocked to the ground.
Looking again at Xicai's right ribs, they had already caved in.
From the depth of the depression, it was clear that nearly all the ribs on his right side had been shattered.
Xicai only felt agonizing pain in his ribs, and blood seeped from his mouth the next moment.
Anyone knowledgeable knew that this was a sign of internal bleeding.
If this continued, it was hard to say whether Xicai would even keep his life.
The spectators who saw this fell into a strange silence.
Throughout the enormous stadium, only the thudding sounds of Ye Yuan's fists striking Xicai's body could be heard.
The referee wanted to step in and stop Ye Yuan's almost cruel slaughter.
But considering the rules, the match could end only when one side surrendered or lost consciousness.
The referee, who had already started moving, forcibly stopped where he was.
Xicai desperately wanted to surrender.
But whenever he opened his mouth, Ye