The stage was more than two meters above the ground, and with the rope barrier, it was a full three meters.

Leaping three meters, this kind of light body kung fu could only be performed by an Energy Transformation Master.

Killing King, having been humiliated by this guy in public, was already boiling with rage.

The slender man's body hadn't even landed when he fiercely pounced on him.

A fist the size of a sandbag thundered towards the slender man's Yang Acupoint.

An Underground Boxing Expert would never be polite to someone who kicked off a challenge; beating them to death or crippling them was quite normal.

Killing King's fist almost smashed into the slender man's head.

Many people screamed in surprise.

With the Fist Power of Killing King,

If this punch struck true, the slender man's head would likely instantly turn into a smashed watermelon.

The slender man humphed, extended a hand, and effortlessly caught Killing King's wrist.

Killing King's ferocious punch froze mid-air.

A mocking smile played on the corners of the slender man's mouth.

He slowly exerted force with his left hand, twisting Killing King's fist downwards.

Killing King's face turned beet red.

The bones and tendons in his arms crackled, clearly straining with all his might.

Yet, his arm was still being bent back inch by inch by the slender man.

Wei Chengwu slowly stood up, his expression incredibly solemn.

Killing King had Innate Divine Strength, and even he could not compete against such ease and comfort.

This group of guys was no simple matter.

His eyes flicked to Dong Bicheng, signaling him to adapt to the situation and not let their own suffer.

Dong Bicheng nodded slightly and stood up, moving closer to the stage.

However, at that moment, a man with a face full of scars blocked Dong Bicheng's way.

He didn't speak, just clenching a cigarette between his lips, slanting his eyes at Dong Bicheng.

A chill ran through Dong Bicheng's heart.

This guy gave Dong Bicheng an unfathomable impression.

Being unable to see through his martial arts cultivation meant that his kung fu was above his own.

On the stage, the contest of strength between Killing King and the slender man had reached its climax.

Killing King's roar was like that of a bull.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he was gradually bent back inch by inch by the slender man.

His wrist and elbow had already stretched into a straight line.

The man's lips curved into an extremely cruel smile, and his arm suddenly exerted a fierce force.

Crack!

Killing King's wrist and elbow joints immediately broke.

Killing King screamed, and Big Bald fiercely smashed towards the slender man's head.

This was the Iron Head Technique that Killing King had practiced since childhood.

Countless Underground Boxing Experts had been severely injured by this move.

A sinister smile appeared on the corners of the slender man's mouth.

His neck cricked as he twisted it halfway around, his head likewise smashing towards Big Bald's head.

Bang!

A muffled sound, and Big Bald screamed in agony, staggering backward.

Blood flowed from his nose, mouth, and ears.

"Old Killer can't hold on, move in!"

Seeing this scene, Wei Chengwu shouted and sprinted towards the edge of the stage.

Dong Bicheng swiftly dashed, avoiding the expert blocking him.

But that person shadowed him closely, staring down Dong Bicheng, as fast as lightning.

Dong Bicheng shouted, advancing on that expert with a flurry of punches and kicks.

The expert stretched out a hand, blocking and countering with great precision.

It seemed he had no intention of engaging with Dong Bicheng, merely preventing him from getting close to the stage.

Dong Bicheng gasped in amazement.

This person was blocking his fierce, storm-like punches and kicks with just one hand, truly unfathomable.

Wei Chengwu leaped towards the stage.

But mid-air, another person, swift as a hawk, blocked him.

The two clashed in the air, creating continuous crackling sounds.

When they landed, the person fiercely delivered a Whip Kick, and Wei Chengwu had to bend his elbow to protect his head.

Bang!

Wei Chengwu felt as if half of his body had been struck by a locomotive.

He couldn't help but stumble and fell forward.

The man immediately threw another High-Pressure Leg, ax-like, chopping down with a frightening wind noise.

Bang!

Wei Chengwu fell to the ground.

The man grasped Wei Chengwu's throat and lifted him high into the air.

On the stage, the Killing King was pinned down by a short, thin man, one foot on his left thigh, his hands holding his calf, then he twisted it in a reverse direction.

Ah!

The Killing King let out an extremely painful scream.

The pain of this joint fracture, no one could bear.

The short, thin man's mouth curled into a sinister smile as he grabbed the Killing King's other leg.

All the audience stared blankly at this bloody scene.

In everyone's eyes, there was a look of fear.

This short, thin man was not simply fighting in the ring, he was downright slaughtering and dismembering.

Beneath the stage, Wei Chengwu was kicked away by that master with a kick.

He crashed against the concrete edge of the ring, breaking several bones in his body.

Wei Chengwu could not get up anymore, his mouth spouting fresh blood.

Almost simultaneously, Dong Bicheng was also kicked in the chest by the opponent's master, smashing him like a ball.

Two masters, in just a blink of an eye, turned into rolling gourds, severely wounded and unable to rise.

On the stage, the short, thin man was still methodically dismembering the Killing King's bones.

The Killing King's screams had weakened.

Blood flowed continuously from his mouth, staining the entire ring.

Finally, the short, thin man lifted the limp body of the Killing King high up as if holding up a war banner.

He spoke mockingly in his imperfect Huaxia language.

"Look, this is your so-called champion? This is your Huaxia's Martial Arts?"

"Compared to us, warriors from Sang Country, you are too weak."

"What, these guys are from Sang Country?"

"Damn! Coming to Huaxia to bully people, they really don't know what death is!"

...

The audience below the stage all shouted.

Everyone's heart was filled with anger.

Huaxia and Sang Country were archenemies, every Huaxia person hated Sang Country to the bone.

Seeing these Sangguo warriors actually come to Zhonghai to mess with the Huaxia people,

Everyone's anger surged up.

The short, thin man disdainfully threw the body of the Killing King down from the stage.

His voice was thick with sarcasm.

"Right, you should be angry."

"But in this world, it is the strong who have the final say."

"You ants, do you have the right to be angry?"

Saying this, he slowly raised his middle finger at everyone.

Then, he turned his middle finger around and fiercely stabbed it downward.

This rude provocation made everyone even more furious.

A young man in the northeast corner's face turned red.

He quickly jumped onto the stage, glaring fiercely at the short, thin man.

"I'll fight you."

The young man was not a fighter chosen for the stage.

His participation was not according to the rules.

But at this moment, no one felt he was wrong.

The short, thin man cackled strangely, eyeing the young man as a butcher eyes cattle and sheep.

The young man threw a Sky Cannon Punch at him.

The short, thin man grabbed his arm and with a snap, twisted his joint.

Then, his left leg trapped the young man's left leg and twisted it fiercely.

The young man screamed in pain as his left knee joint broke,

The short, thin man grabbed the young man and threw him down from the stage like throwing garbage.

The short, thin man's gaze was provocative and sinister: "You—are too weak."

On the ground, the young man, clutching his leg and arm, howled in pain.

Everyone watched the demon-like short, thin man in fear,

No one dared to speak anymore.

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