The short, skinny man's head felt as if it had been invaded by a dense swarm of bees.

It took him quite a while to catch his breath.

The short, skinny man never expected,

that his Grasping Hand Technique would be useless against this big fellow.

The short, skinny man looked at Mad Blade with fear, "What kind of Kung Fu are you using?"

Mad Blade, digging his nostril with his thumb, said lazily, "Huaxia Kung Fu."

"You bastards, after learning a few moves from the ancestors of Huaxia, you betray your master and act unscrupulously without any laws."

"Let me tell you, what you've learned is nothing but the surface."

Then the short, skinny man suddenly let out a fierce roar, his fingers like iron hooks as he charged at Mad Blade once again.

This time, Mad Blade stopped being polite, unleashing a succession of fists and kicks that thundered like lightning.

He was using the military boxing he had been practicing these days.

This set of military boxing appeared simple.

But when executed by Mad Blade, it was filled with an invincible aura.

It was overwhelming, like a stormy wind and tidal waves.

At the beginning of the fight on the stage, the figures of the two men were still visible.

However, as the fight progressed, their figures spun rapidly, merging into a blurred mass.

All one could hear were the rapid sounds of fists and feet colliding, as if hail were striking on iron sheets.

Yang Fei looked extremely solemn.

This set of military boxing was actually so mysterious, capable of stacking momentum and power, relentless and explosively powerful."

At this moment, Yang Fei finally understood.

Why, despite the simplicity of the boxing, Mad Blade practiced it over and over,

yet Uncle Fuu was never satisfied.

Turned out, when this set of military boxing was practiced to perfection, it was incredibly powerful.

It could be said that Mad Blade got serious.

Even a Core Formation Expert might not be able to withstand his fierce attack.

All the spectators were stunned.

The fierce momentum bursting out from Mad Blade made everyone's soul tremble.

Up against such an expert, the short, skinny man's fate was sealed to only one path: death.

This was apparent to both friends and foes.

From VIP Box No. 9, a tall, skinny figure sprang out, rushing towards the ring.

Not far away, Long Xia, with strides like a black panther, stepped forward to meet the tall, skinny figure, blocking his way.

The two struck almost at the same time, their punches and kicks, loud as thunder, crackling in the air.

Bang!

A muffled sound, and the two figures on the stage suddenly split apart.

Mad Blade's chest had a chunk of flesh violently torn out; his shoulder was also a fuzzy mess of blood and tissue, the wounds were horrific.

However, the guy stood immovable as a mountain, with an imposing aura and a face that said "I'm the best in the world."

His opponent, the short, skinny martial artist, looked as if he was drunk, swaying and flushed red.

Various parts of the short, skinny martial artist's body had bones protruding in reversal.

His left arm and right lower leg were limply dangling, clearly having been broken by Mad Blade

In the stunned silence of the crowd, the short, skinny martial artist only lasted a few seconds before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

In the span of just over thirty seconds of close combat, he was hit by Mad Blade's eleven punches and five kicks.

Each attack from Mad Blade struck his vulnerable limbs at the joints, shattering the bones.

Such a brutal and ferocious style of boxing stunned everyone.

Last night, the short, skinny martial artist violently and cruelly dismembered the bones of the Killing King.

But now, this Huaxia warrior was even more ruthless.

His fists, like sledgehammers, completely broke all the bones in the short, skinny martial artist's body.

An eye for an eye, blood for blood!

Everyone in the audience felt a sense of exhilarating satisfaction.

Mad Blade turned to the host with a smirk.

"Brother, can I borrow an ashtray?"

The host didn't understand what this terrifying ruffian wanted to do.

However, he still had his staff deliver a large ashtray.

Mad Blade took big steps over to the short, skinny martial artist, straddling him.

He slammed the fiberglass ashtray down onto the face of the short, skinny martial artist with vicious force.

Bang!

The short, skinny martial artist let out a wretched scream.

Several of his big teeth on the right side shattered out, accompanied by a spray of blood.

The entire venue was in an uproar.

Everyone stood up, craning their necks to look at the center of the arena.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Mad Blade was merciless.

He swung the oversized ashtray in his hand, repeatedly smashing it into the mouth of the short and skinny martial artist.

The short and skinny martial artist screamed miserably, struggling hard.

However, with his severe injuries, multiple fractures throughout his body, how could he break free from Mad Blade, who was like a wild bull?

All the spectators were shouting, and gradually their voices formed into a unified chant.

"Smash! Smash! Smash..."

Inside box number 9, Mr. Miyakozawa stood up abruptly, his face ashen.

"This is too much, I'm going to kill them."

The young man opposite him slowly stood up, solemn and composed.

"Mr. Miyakozawa, no need to rush, I'll go."

Before he could finish, another shout erupted from the entire audience.

They saw the Sangguo Warrior, who was fighting with Long Xia, caught by Long Xia's Grasping Hand Technique; his arm was strangled around his neck.

The Sangguo Warrior was also a Strength Transformation expert, extremely resilient in vitality.

Long Xia's arm was wrapped around his neck.

Long Xia's arm, with veins bulging like a python, squirmed as he exerted all his strength.

Yet, the Sangguo Warrior desperately clutched at Long Xia's hands, his eyes bulging out.

His feet flailed futilely on the ground.

All the spectators were shouting feverishly.

And on and below the stage, two Sangguo Warriors' lives hung by a thread.

No one sympathized with these fellows.

Since they had come to the underground arena to cause trouble, they should be mentally prepared to be fought to the death.

That was the ironclad rule of the Underworld.

Just then, a twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old Sangguo Warrior slowly walked to one side of the arena.

He said calmly, "Stop fighting, we concede the first round."

The young man's authoritative presence immediately affected everyone.

He seemed like a god from the legends.

With a single statement, he commanded the heavens and the earth, with his words carrying the force of law.

Long Xia released the Sangguo Warrior, gasping for breath.

And Mad Blade, who feared neither heaven nor earth, also discarded the ashtray.

The young man's finger pointed directly at the box where Yang Fei was.

He said calmly, "This round, I want to fight you!"

All the people were a bit puzzled.

Mad Blade and Long Xia, however, had changed their expressions.

According to the earlier plan, to guard against the opponent's backup, Yang Fei, as the commander, was not supposed to participate.

Yet, the reserved Yang Fei was actually recognized by this fellow.

This was enough to show that this man's strength was on par with Yang Fei's, or even surpassed it.

The young man looked at no one else, not even Mad Blade or Long Xia.

His face was calm.

However, the Battle Will in his eyes burned like a raging fire.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands, Yang Fei stepped out of the box.

He walked slowly along the central aisle to the foot of the stage, facing the young man.

The crowd was uncertain, staring at the unfamiliar Yang Fei and buzzing with speculation.

"Who is this young man? Why does the other side want to challenge him specifically?"

"This guy seems very powerful; can the young man defeat him?"

...

Yang Fei looked at the young man, vaguely feeling some familiarity.

"Who are you?"

The young man smiled. He spoke slowly and confidently, "Jingtian Sanyi!"

As soon as the name was said, everyone gasped.

The arena erupted like a boiling pot.

"Damn it, it's actually Jingtian Sanyi, this demon!"

"What the hell, Jingtian Sanyi is still alive, terrifying indeed."

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