I killed the film and television world

Chapter 157: Forced Killing (Together)

The brutality displayed by the strongman Baston immediately made the noise outside the stadium heated up.

Many foreigners threw silver dollars to the audience as rewards for fun while chatting and laughing.

On the red lacquered wooden chairs, there were also some high-ranking Manchu nobles, who were throwing out some silver coins with great interest.

The crisp sound of jingling is particularly pleasant just by listening to it.

Below the stage, a servant was bending over obsequiously, picking up the silver dollars and silver coins that were scattered all over the floor with a brass tray.

On the stage, Baston's eyes were becoming more greedy.

It was just the first appearance, but the harvest was so rich.

This trip to the sea was indeed the right one!

The Han Chinese man from Jinqianshuwei was very excited and shouted loudly: "Mr. Baston just said that these Chinese guys are all made of paper. He threatened to beat them up ten at a time next time!"

The foreigners outside the venue looked at each other, and most of them smiled and threw out handfuls of silver dollars as rewards.

The servants off the field were busy and having a great time.

On the stage, three people who were seriously injured and unconscious had been cleared off the stage.

At the same time, the remaining ten people, including Song Ren, were asked to go onto the stage one after another.

Among the ten people, in addition to Song Ren, the other four are masters in the boxing gym.

Five of them are laborers and coolies who work at the dock all year round.

It was not difficult to see the boxing stance adopted by the four masters from the moment they came on stage.

Several of them practiced Tongbeiquan, Xingyiquan, Tiexianquan, and Baguazhang respectively.

But in Baston's eyes, these punches have no practical significance at all.

Because it doesn't hurt or itch when it hits the body.

Baston is inherently arrogant and entitled.

He is born with great strength, different from ordinary people, and his physique is also extremely amazing.

Combined with daily food and medicine supplements, as well as constant practice, Baston rarely encounters opponents in the ring.

……

On the ring, the match started as soon as it was announced.

Baston was like a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus. His ferocious face revealed his sharp fangs without hesitation, and he rushed towards his prey ferociously.

The four boxing gym masters chose to rush forward!

The rest of the people also bravely followed closely behind.

Baston turned a blind eye, his face even full of excitement.

It's his show time again!
Baston was as brutal as a bulldozer.

Without caring about parrying the punches and kicks at his body, he knocked down two men with a sudden lunge, and knocked another two away with one punch and one kick.

There aren't too many techniques involved, just the most brutal fighting style, yet it greatly arouses the hormones of the audience outside the venue.

That bull-like posture is extremely visually impactful.

The sound of small change and silver dollars thrown over from outside the venue was almost constant!
Baston became more and more arrogant and violent.

Until he grabbed the waist of the last martial arts master with both arms, the muscles on his arms were twisted like a coiled dragon, and the blue veins bulged!
The martial arts master's face turned pale with pain. He supported Baston's strong arms with both hands, trying to pry them apart, but it was in vain in the end!
Baston grinned.

There was a hint of coldness in that smile, and both arms had increased their strength again, trying to break the opponent's waist in one go.

The martial arts master finally couldn't bear it anymore and howled in agony.

Baston became more and more proud.

And Song Ren came up at this time.

While Baston was ignoring others as usual.

Song Ren just raised his hand and easily grasped Baston's brown curly hair.

Then his eyes turned slightly cold, he swung his arms, and pulled them down violently!
Baston just felt his scalp aching terribly.

In just a moment of shock, he had already retreated several steps, and the martial arts master who was slapping him loosened his grip, and the other party fell to the ground exhausted and fainted.

Baston only felt a burning pain all over his head.

Song Ren looked at the tuft of brown curly hair in his hand, along with a large piece of bloody scalp, and gently threw it to the other party: "Hercules, I give it back to you."

Baston reached out and touched the large patch of bald scalp on his head, and his eyes instantly turned red: "Fuck it!!!"

He was furious and pounced on Song Ren.

Song Ren snorted lightly, and there was a hint of cruelty in his eyes.

He immediately lowered his waist and nimbly dodged the huge iron fist.

Song Ren's movements were synchronized. He put his five fingers together in pairs, with his fingertips like hooks. His knuckles turned blue and white due to the force exerted by his phalanges.

The bent fingertips pressed against the opponent's abdomen for a moment, and then quickly stroked upwards along the muscle layer.

Then, the fingertips dug deeply into the ribs in an instant.

At the same time, he knocked away another fist swung by Baston with one hand, pressed his thumb against the opponent's ribs, and pressed his finger bones downwards.

Hood poked his thumb into Baston's ribs.

The costal pleura was directly squeezed open, and the five fingers like iron hooks were completely embedded in the ribs on one side.

Baston's face turned pale with pain, and he slapped Song Ren's waist hard with both hands.

Song Ren's eyes were cold.

He twisted his wrist with great anger, breaking two of Baston's ribs alive in his body.

There were already purple fingerprints on those exaggerated abdominal muscles!

Baston howled in pain, but at the same time he slapped Song Ren's arms with all his might.

The muscles on his sturdy arms are arched high, and the blue veins are bulging!

This scene in the venue finally made the feedback from the audience even more enthusiastic.

Although Baston's one-sided crushing was impressive to watch, it was not very enjoyable.

But things seemed different at this moment.

Song Ren was slapped on the waist. Baston was indeed very strong.

However, having great strength alone is useless!

He raised his head and slammed his hard forehead into Baston's nose.

The nasal bone was twisted and collapsed, and nosebleed gushed out in an instant.

Baston took two or three steps back, covering his nose which was bleeding, and looked at Song Ren with violent eyes.

The foreigners who were closer to the field could see it clearly.

Baston's nose bridge must have been broken after that blow just now.

What shocked them even more was that there was a very obvious purple swollen fingerprint in Baston's abdomen, where the ribs were.

It seems that the Chinese are not simple...

At this moment, Baston was so furious that the dopamine secretion in his body accelerated, so much so that even the physical pain was temporarily suppressed.

At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind, which was to tear the other party to pieces.

But this time, before he could get angry again, Song Ren took the initiative to attack.

With just one leap, he rushed to the opponent.

Baston was stunned for a moment. Song Ren's forward horse stance suddenly stopped in front of the opponent, and a flash of violence flashed in his eyes.

Kung Fu is not just fancy moves!
It's one vertical and one horizontal!
The fist bone protruded high, and the straight punch hit Baston's abdomen.

Wow!
A large amount of blood spurted out on the spot!

His sturdy body weighs over 390 pounds and is as strong as a bear!
At this moment, his back arched deeply backwards and his toes almost flew off the ground!
But Song Ren did not stop there!

With his body lowered and his powerful explosive force, Song Ren rushed out like a tiger or leopard!

While the Baston people were still in the air, Song Ren had already caught up with them.

He suddenly grabbed Baston's arm and yanked it back.

Use explosive knees and elbows to hit his abdomen again!

Baston's entire lower body floated up.

His eyes were wide open because of the pain!
But Song Ren could feel that this strongman's physique was truly different from that of ordinary people.

In other words, he is very durable!

So, in the next moment.

Song Ren's offensive methods began to pour down with full force!

Eighteen free-hand moves! Hung Fist! Baguazhang! Crane Fist! Choy Li Fot! Chuo Jiao! Twelve-Way Tan Leg!

Under Song Ren's terrifying explosive power, Baston's body weighing nearly 400 pounds was hit and floated in the air.

With the entire place in complete silence, almost everyone was staring at this scene.

On the ring, the crackling sound of flesh hitting flesh was continuous and rapid!

This scene is so shocking that it goes straight to the soul!

At the last moment, Song Ren added a tomahawk-like downward chop!

He pressed down with his back and waist, and his heels dug hard into Baston's head.

Baston fell to his knees with a thud.

The head was buried deep, with the chin resting on the bloody chest.

The sticky blood kept dripping onto the ring from the broken body.

His head was hung very low, his eyes were wide open, his lips and teeth were slightly open, and blood was constantly dripping from the scarlet lips.

Whether it was the dignitaries or the foreigners outside the venue, they all seemed a little dazed.

Baston seems to be dead...

No, I shouldn’t say “as if”.

Someone outside the arena closest to the wooden arena could see it clearly.

Baston's entire chest was covered in blood, with his pale ribs exposed in many places.

The foreign woman who was closest to him could no longer conceal her surprise. She covered her mouth and breathed in, exclaiming, "Oh my god!"

Soon, the whispers outside the venue became louder and louder.

"Oh! Shit! Is this Chinaman's Kung Fu?"

"Walter?! Was Buster beaten to death?"

"Hou Lixie! That moment just now was so exciting. This is the best fight I have ever seen!"

In the audience, the Han people with the Golden Money Rat Tail style were stunned for a moment, then they immediately reacted.

His face suddenly changed. Baston was bought by a foreigner at a high price, and he was originally intended to be trained as a trump card here.

As a result, he died on the ring in the first match on the first day. How could this be tolerated!

He suddenly became emotional, and when he got on the stage, he pointed at Song Ren, who was standing there with his eyes downcast, and cursed directly: "Chinese, you are so--"

The murderous aura in Song Ren's body had not yet dissipated, and he had no intention of swallowing his anger. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he twisted his waist violently.

The muscles between the waist and back were twisted into knots, and the right leg was swung horizontally in the air, sweeping out violently!

He kicked the rat's belly with his heel!

The Golden Rat Tail weighed only about 100 pounds. Under Song Ren's kick, its belly collapsed rapidly, the internal organs in its abdominal cavity ruptured instantly, and its waist arched back high, with the arch reaching a very deep depth!
His lumbar vertebrae were broken, and he flew backwards more than ten meters sideways, hitting a dragon-carved wooden pillar outside the field with a loud muffled sound.

A large amount of blood spilled and he died on the spot.

For a moment, the whole venue was completely silent.

Baston’s death just now could be said to be a technical crushing, and the whole process was almost pleasing to the eye.

But after facing this kick from Jinqian Shuwei, no one dared to underestimate Song Ren on the ring anymore.

He was kicked to death, especially when his back hit the dragon-carved wooden pillar, which was like sticking a piece of meat on it!
Song Ren turned his head one last time and glanced at the other servants outside the field. For a moment, they all lowered their heads with their eyebrows lowered.

In a lounge at the back, a Westerner in a tuxedo ran out and shouted to Song Ren:
"Hey! Dong, don't get excited!"

"We can be friends, Dong."

Song Ren recognized the other person as the foreigner who bought Dong Fugui from the Black Tiger Gang.

The other party's attitude towards Dong Fugui before was perfunctory, but now it is obvious that he cares about it.

The foreigner waved over another person and told him to arrange other people to continue the ring competition.

He took Song Ren to a rest area behind the scenes.

The foreigner was not afraid of Song Ren. Even though Song Ren had behaved extremely violently in the ring before, he remained very calm.

On the one hand, it was because he carried a revolver with him, and in his eyes, no one could withstand a bullet.

On the other hand, most foreigners consider themselves businessmen, and they can ignore many risks when it comes to interests.

The foreigner's name was Brande, and he was a traveling merchant.

He is also the elder brother of the wife of the Consul of the British Consulate General in Guangzhou.
Although he is a businessman, he is doing well in business in Guangzhou thanks to his sister.

Brand's meaning was very simple, which was to officially hire Song Ren as a Chinese boxer to challenge fighters from all over the world in his own ring.

Although it was only Song Ren's first time, his performance was truly amazing.

Brande was worried that he couldn't find a suitable sign to make his place famous.

Although he held Dong Fugui's indenture in his hand, he was also very clear that it was obtained by the Black Tiger Gang through special channels and was of limited use.

For this kind of talent, if you are not stupid, you will not offend him to death just for a little money.

Brende was a qualified foreign businessman. He had big ambitions but was not too short-sighted.

Brende's words were also quite persuasive: "Hey, Dong, with your skills and my help, if the two of us work together, we can definitely make a name for ourselves."

"By then, great wealth will beckon us, and no one in this land will dare to mess with you."

"Maybe you'll even get the attention of the emperor of your country."

Song Ren didn't think about anything else, he just confirmed one piece of news: "Brend, is your sister really the consul's wife in Guangzhou?"

Brende: “Absolutely true!”

Song Ren: "Then I promise you."

Brende was very happy: "It's a wise choice, Dong. You will not regret it."

It's like Brande needs the help of a good player like Song Ren to implement his plan.

Song Ren also needs the help of some foreigners.

Compared with the Qing Dynasty and the foreigners, Song Ren doesn't like either of them.

(End of this chapter)