Swoosh——

He lifted his foot, took a step, and charged with a collapsing punch, the air seemed to emit a faint popping sound.

"Oh, punching at close range, it's even making a sound." Gong Qi's pupils slightly contracted, and with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, he said, "Master really picked someone with a bit of skill this time."

Liu Xie turned to Hong Ya and said, "Show me Feng Mu's registration details in the hall."

Hong Ya hesitated and didn't give them, "Ah, there's not much registered, I just took down a name and contact information."

Zhao Zhixin laughed, "Hong Ya must have been lazy and skipped the root bone test registration, right?"

Hong Ya retorted stubbornly, "What's the use of registering, outside it's the same with or without, and those who can enter, more so don't need registration, Master never cares about that."

Zhao Zhixin admitted with a smile that Hong Ya had a point, but added, "Most likely his root bone is terrible, otherwise, why would he come to our Douqiong Martial Arts Hall?"

Wang Yu continued to listen silently, and finally nodded.

But Liu Xie glared, and said coldly, "Old Three, if Master heard what you said, he'd slap you."

"Our Douqiong Martial Arts Hall is not a place for collecting junk. Master, despite emphasizing predestined encounters, has personally led us back. Calling it fate, but ask yourself, do we really have any trash amongst us?"

Zhao Zhixin's expression changed, and he nodded, "Senior Sister is right. Master speaks of fate, but when isn't he as sharp as a hawk, choosing real talent? Otherwise, how could he gather all seven of us?"

Laoliu Wang Yu, who hadn't spoken till now, had to correct Third Senior Brother, saying succinctly, "Eight!"

Everyone was taken aback, then followed Wang Yu's gaze and simultaneously widened their eyes towards the stage.

In just the instant it took to speak, the stage was already drenched in blood.

On the stage, Fourth Brother Yuan Xidi frequently retreated, his arms and hands constantly engaging in combat. Blood spurted from the cracked back of his hand, staining the wooden face in front of him a scarlet red.

In the square inch of the arena, Feng Mu advanced with basic leg technique, stepping, and sidestepping simply and effectively to doggedly follow Yuan Xidi's retreating steps.

Feng Mu's shoulders slightly lowered, his left fist followed by his right, and right by left again, straight punches, collapse palms, cannon hammers, one move after another, all the simplest basic punch styles.

Though seemingly simple, they won by simplicity, giving Feng Mu a sense of relentless continuity, like a giant net ensnaring Yuan Xidi, leaving the latter dodging and blocking but never finding a gap to escape.

Bang!

Another dull thud.

Yuan Xidi crossed his arms to form a cross-block against Feng Mu's straight punch.

Feng Mu held nothing back; though he only used basic boxing techniques, he didn't retain any of his 5.7 strength, delivering it straight onto Yuan Xidi's arms, causing them to tremble slightly.

Originally, Feng Mu intended to hold back his strength, but on second thought, since Douqiong Martial Arts Hall already recognized his talent with sharp eyes, he could capitalize on that, and giving them a bit of a shock wouldn't hurt.

Innate strength, this talent was just right.

As for whether it might arouse suspicion, not to mention, there was no prior relationship between Feng Mu and [Douqiong Martial Arts Hall], even if they suspected, what could they imagine?

Moreover, in a room full of murderers, each with their own dirty pasts, revealing a bit of his "unsavory" side would only make him more likely to be accepted into their ranks.

"Though Fourth Brother said to defend before attacking, to trap Fourth Brother in a corner unable to escape, with blood flying, that's something, that's something." Zhao Zhixin grinned, liking to see Fourth Brother embarrassed.

"Just a set of basic leg and boxing techniques, but to execute so naturally, laying such a solid foundation, I've really never seen it before," Gong Qi clicked his tongue in wonder, "Could it be this person only knows basic punches and kicks?"

Liu Xie's eyes gleamed slightly, "Fourth Brother is tough, always holding back, using only equal strength with the opponent, but even so, unable to find a gap is because of the rhythm, the opponent's punching rhythm keeps changing, like a net, with gaps shifting positions constantly, making it hard to escape."

Hong Ya opened her mouth, she was testing Little Junior Brother's caliber as Master instructed, but never expected Little Junior Brother to be so fierce, suppressing Fourth Brother so.

No matter if Fourth Brother was holding back, whether he was only defending and not attacking, binding himself, unable to unleash even thirty percent of his power, you just say, isn't Fourth Brother being suppressed by Feng Mu?

Hong Ya swallowed, initially thinking that an extra Little Junior Brother would give her someone to bully, but now she suddenly had a bad feeling.

Just saying, isn't it possible that in the future yet another mountain would weigh down on her?

Hong Ya observed the stage carefully again for two seconds, confirming that Fourth Brother was indeed being repeatedly hammered by "Little Junior Brother", she wondered, "But something's wrong, Fourth Brother hits the Iron Man Post daily, his skin and bone are tougher than iron, how hasn't Feng Mu's ferocious attack broken his hands?"

Everyone naturally noticed this as well, equally puzzled.

The seven of them were each taught different martial arts by Master Li Guishen with their own strengths and weaknesses, except for Senior Brother who mastered many, invincible and tyrannical, among them, Fourth Brother Yuan Xidi had the thickest skin and toughest bones.

Fighting him, win or lose, was always painful, so usually, Fourth Brother practiced with the Iron Man Post alone.

Everyone exchanged glances, inwardly thinking, it's true that everything Master said about going with the flow was bullshit, who believes it, is a fool.

While they spoke, the bloodiness on stage intensified.

Blood splattered on Feng Mu's face, neck, and clothing on his chest, his brows furrowed with a grim and malevolent expression as if he'd entered a frenzy.

Every punch at Yuan Xidi allowed Feng Mu to feel the Calamity Iron in his gut being digested, thread after thread of sinister aura being absorbed by his stomach, seeping into his bones and penetrating his marrow.

It was cold, not the physical cold of wrought iron, but a chill seeming to seep into his soul.

His eyes were bloodshot, so Yuan Xidi couldn't see, Feng Mu's pupils seemed to have a trace of an eerie black line silently burrowing into the darkness of his iris.

"Come on, don't stop, don't stop, hahahaha——"

Yuan Xidi laughed wildly, as if he weren't the one being beaten, but the one beating up,

"Just like that, fist and flesh colliding is so much better than hitting the Iron Man Post, faster, faster, I've already adapted to your punching rhythm."

Bam bam bam——

Feng Mu's pupils contracted, but he felt as if he were hitting an Iron Man Post, his fists were already split, with gashes deep enough to see the bone.

This was only because he kept [Blood Bar Deceit Eye] active, making his body data-driven, or else his hands might have already suffered fractures.

Honestly, he felt invigorated, hitting a moving "Iron Man Post."

Though the splitting pain was sharp, every attack brought positive feedback from Calamity Iron, and the harder he hit, the faster Calamity Iron was digested, making it easy to get addicted.

"If only I could cripple or kill him…"

Black lines subtly swirling within Feng Mu's pupils, his killing intent magnified dozens of times, as if unseen vengeful spirits floated in his gaze, whispering in his ear:

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him ahhhh——"

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