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Chapter 66: You are inferior in skills, and your life and death are at your own risk [Two in One]

Du Youbang held the machete in his hand and looked coldly at Song Ren in the audience.

Give me a break?
Damn, you are really brave!
There was a murderous intent in his eyes, and the flesh on his face was almost squeezed together. There was a fierceness in his sneer: "Aren, it's windy here, don't bet on your tongue!"

Song Ren let out a breath and just raised his eyebrows.

Then he looked down at He Ping who was lying on the ground.

At this moment, the lower half of He Ping's face was covered in blood, and his body was also stained red by the blood overflowing from the wounds.

He Ping shook his head at him, but an extremely brilliant smile appeared on his miserable face:

"Ah Ren, it's not necessary."

"As a martial artist, I can take matters of life and death lightly."

"I'm not as skilled as others."

"Besides, dying in the ring is something I've always dreamed of."

He Ping's words seemed to comfort Song Ren, and he finally stopped talking.

He Ping is not a martial arts fanatic in the true sense, nor is he not afraid of death.

But his martial spirit is just as burning.

Lose in weapons, die in the ring.

This result is not unacceptable.

He Ping looked at the large screen hanging high on the ceiling.

The camera was facing his bloody cheek.

He Ping just stared at his own face reflected on the big screen, and suddenly grinned, "Damn, you made me look so ugly."

Then, he lay flat on the stage in a cross-legged position, and laughed heartily:

"Hahahaha!"

"bring it on!"

"You won, come and collect your spoils!!!"

Song Renwei lowered his eyelids and turned around expressionlessly.

He calmly retreated to the boxers' rest area and passed by Cai Shuangyu who was standing not far away with a sullen face.

Finally, Song Ren stood in the very corner of the Yin-Yang line.

In a place where the light could not reach, Song Ren opened his eyes and stared at the ring quietly.

Du Youbang was full of indifference and was unmoved by anything.

He had already raised the blood-stained machete again, and swung it in the air, with the sharp edge of the blade flashing a cold light.

At the same time, he shouted loudly:
"Aren, open your eyes wide and show me clearly!"

"In this arena, I have the final say!!!"

The blade chopped down coldly, and warm and bright blood splashed out over a large area.

The unbridled laughter on the hanging large screens had come to an abrupt end.

The bright red color filled the entire screen, so that the originally enthusiastic cheers outside the venue were all frozen at this moment.

Almost all the audience were craning their necks to look up.

Either watching the shocking moment on the screen, or watching the tragic scene on the ring.

In the past, these wealthy people who would be agitated by blood now felt inexplicably blocked in their hearts.

The inexplicable urge that wanted to pour out and the suppressed emotions that wanted to burst out were all blocked by that cold knife.

The top floor arena was silent at this moment.

In the last game of the second round, Du Youbang won.

He Ping - dead.

But this time, it was different from the previous ones.

The atmosphere outside the venue seemed to be frozen, and almost no one in the audience of hundreds of people spoke.

Cai Shuangyu was standing not far away, and she did not stop what happened.

Because after He Ping opened his mouth, saying anything extra would only be an insult to He Ping's awareness.

The scene was silent for a long time, and then the sound of slight discussions gradually increased.

However, most of the wealthy people in the audience seats continued to cast their eyes towards the figure in the shadows.

However, at this moment, Song Ren made these wealthy guests feel inexplicably frightened for no reason.

Ah Ren--

Looks like you're angry?
……

This time, Song Ren chose to intervene in the middle of the fight, an action that obviously broke the rules of Fusheng Building.

As the referee of this fight, Hu Yaoqiang, nicknamed Big Mouth, always looked a little depressed.

There were many unexpected events in this fight, which made him feel very unhappy.

After the announcement, he turned around and cursed mercilessly towards the corner:

"Aren, what the hell are you doing?"

"You've already played more than ten games in Fusheng Building. Don't you have a brain? Do you understand the rules?"

After saying that, he walked straight towards Song Ren.

But when he was halfway there, he gradually slowed down his pace and the cursing became quieter and quieter.

Song Ren, who was standing in the corner, suddenly gave Da Zui a direct sense of an evil spirit lurking in the shadows.

Big Mouth gradually stopped walking, mustered up some courage, but still spoke with a little stutter, "Ah, Ah Ren, do you know that you really broke the rules this time?"

At this time, Cai Shuangyu, who was standing in the other corner, suddenly spoke up: "Big Mouth."

Da Zui turned his head and saw Cai Shuangyu who appeared here out of nowhere. He immediately exclaimed: "Cai, Cai, Sister Cai?!"

Cai Shuangyu tilted his head and said, "Big Mouth, the fight continues."

Big Mouth hesitated and said: "But, but, according to the rules set by Master Li——"

Cai Shuangyu turned his head suddenly and said sternly: "I said continue, are you deaf?"

Da Zui was frightened by the angry Cai Shuangyu and shrank his neck. He nodded repeatedly: "I understand, Sister Cai."

Cai Shuangyu looked at Song Ren deeply again, and finally left here silently.

……

The third and final round of the top competition began.

However, the atmosphere in the venue still had not fully recovered from its previous silence. Although some people were whispering from time to time, the overall atmosphere still seemed extremely deserted.

Now, there are only three boxers left participating in the third round.

They are Song Ren and Du Youbang who had two wins, and Liu Yunxing who had one win and one loss.

Compared with the other two, Liu Yunxing looked left and right and still felt that he seemed to be out of place.

I always feel that entering the third round is somewhat offensive to the other two.

He was very afraid of Du Youbang's cruelty and tyranny.

Song Ren's martial arts skills, as well as his exceptional spearmanship, made him feel even more depressed.

Finally, before the match officially started, Liu Yunxing couldn't stand the cold atmosphere anymore and took the initiative to extend his hand and said, "Referee, I choose to give up."

He really couldn't stand it anymore.

Sandwiched between these two thugs, he couldn't bear the huge psychological pressure. Liu Yunxing didn't want to wait until he was really on the ring, without even the chance to give up, and be killed on the ring.

It would be better to admit defeat in advance.

The result of Liu Yunxing's direct withdrawal was that there were only two boxers left in the third round.

There was no need for further drawing, as the portraits of the next two boxers were frozen on the big screen.

Song Ren versus Du Youbang.

The tiger-head golden spear versus the broadsword.

……

Du Youbang walked back to the ring carrying a two-meter-long broadsword. He looked back and happened to see Song Renzheng raising his head. His pair of dark pupils seemed to be staring at him.

Although he didn't say anything, Du Youbang felt a cold and violent gaze.

Oh shit!

This guy is really weird!

Du Youbang cursed in his heart, then put aside all these distracting thoughts and went straight to the stage.

Song Ren stepped onto the stage step by step, the hoof prints on his back were hot and scorching.

He suddenly pulled out the tiger-head gold-engraved spear that was inserted into the ring. The bright silver tip of the spear was shining with cold light under the light.

Soon, the fight officially began!
Almost at the moment of the announcement, Song Ren could no longer wait and leaped out ferociously like a tiger out of its cage.

The shoes scraped across the ground, making a hissing sound!
Then the gun came out like a dragon!

The two-meter-four metal spear had pierced Du Youbang's face almost in the blink of an eye.

Du Youbang's pupils contracted violently, and his body completely relied on his sharp and amazing intuition to turn his head in advance to avoid the attack.

He raised the machete in his hand and was about to rush forward.

However, the sharp tip of the gun had retracted in an instant without anyone noticing.

Du Youbang was a little shocked.

too fast!
It’s okay that the speed of drawing the gun is amazing, but I didn’t expect that the speed of putting the gun away would be even faster!
Almost as soon as the thought came to his mind, Du Youbang lowered his head in embarrassment.

The tip of the gun, shining with a cold light, brushed past his scalp and passed through!

Du Youbang felt a chill down his spine. With his full concentration, the gun tip that had grazed his scalp had now returned to its original position.

The sharp tip of the gun, dotted with bright silver spots, reflected in his pupils!

Du Youbang rushed forward but suddenly turned and changed direction, but a streak of bright red blood still appeared on the side of his face.

The blood spots shot out backwards in a line!

Du Youbang chose to empty his mind completely, and with an amazing sense of crisis, he rolled over on the ground.

sieve! ! !
The sharp gun blade instantly cut through the clothes on Du Youbang's back.

If Du Youbang had hesitated for just one more second, he would have been pierced through!

However, the situation on the field still shocked people inside and outside the field.

Because of this fight, the desire to attack displayed by Song Ren was so strong that it almost gave off a sense of oppression.

on the ring

The tiger-headed golden spear in Song Ren's hand was already swinging horizontally in the air, and with a sudden swing of the tail, it hit Du Youbang's back as he was rolling.

The heavy force caused his face to change drastically.

When he raised his eyes again, he saw a gun thrown down violently on his head, and it was hitting him on the head!
Du Youbang quickly picked up the machete and held it horizontally above his head.

Boom! ! !
In just a moment, the hands holding the machete began to tremble violently, and the whole person's legs became unstable and swayed.

Before he could calm down, the second violent blow of throwing the gun came down again!
Boom! ! !
Du Youbang knelt on the ground, his broadsword was knocked onto his shoulders, and he managed to hold on with the support of his knees and shoulders.

But the pressure on my shoulders was extremely painful!

Du Youbang's eyes were filled with madness, but he had no time to resist at all, as the third gun whizzed down and fell down again!
Boom! ! !
The shoulder carrying the machete could not withstand the fierce force and the scapula on his left shoulder was broken.

Du Youbang fell forward!
But he tried his best to endure the tearing pain, and while falling forward, he hit the ground with his head and used the momentum to roll forward.

At the same time, he also took the opportunity to remove the front and back halves of the machete.

Before he could steady himself, a spear was thrown at Song Ren with great force.

Song Ren's eyes were cold, he twisted his body violently, and kicked the spear that was coming at him, cutting it in half and sending it flying.

It flew out of the cage of the ring, and the sharp tip of the spear directly penetrated the thigh of the referee who was unable to dodge, and the tip of the spear pierced through the inner thigh.

Bright red blood gushed out instantly, and the referee hugged his leg and wailed in pain.

At the same time, Du Youbang swung the remaining half of the machete violently, and the short-handled broadsword chopped off Song Ren's head.

Song Ren had a sinister smile on his face: "You bastard, you are here to die!"

He turned around and stepped back very calmly, watching the big knife pass by him coldly.

His eyelids fell down little by little along with the blade, until the hand holding the knife slipped past his eyes. Song Ren's right hand, which had already been in the air, shot out in an instant and grabbed Du Youbang's wrist like lightning.

The next moment, push down with force!
Du Youbang stumbled forward and was hit in the armpit by Song Ren's side knee and elbow.

The shoulder bone was dislocated with a snap!

Immediately afterwards, he was hit by another sharp knife on the back of his neck.

Du Youbang felt pain in the back of his neck and his breathing was choked.

As he fell to the ground, he immediately stretched out his hand and swung the knife backwards.

Unfortunately, the dislocated shoulder bone made his knife lose its effectiveness, and Song Ren directly intercepted his wrist with one hand again.

He easily removed his short-handled knife and tied his right arm behind his back.

He pressed his left knee on his back and suddenly bent his right arm, which was tied behind his back.

click!
The shoulder bone area is visibly deformed!

Du Youbang stretched his neck and roared, veins bulged on his forehead and his eyes were wide open!

The intense pain and the shadow of death instantly plunged him into an unprecedented panic. His instinct for survival made him shout out, "I admit it—"

Bang!
click!
Song Ren's punch directly broke Du Youbang's jaw.

The last word was beaten back into his throat.

Immediately afterwards, Song Ren clasped Du Youbang's back with both hands. At the position of the two huge shoulder blades, the veins on the back of his hands bulged, and his white fingertips fiercely dug into the bone gaps between them.

Du Youbang's face showed extreme pain and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

His shoulder blade was removed bit by bit. The bone-eating pain almost drove him crazy, but his dislocated jaw could not utter a single complete syllable.

click!
With a pleasant sound, the two shoulder blades were completely dislocated!
The intense pain made Du Youbang burst out with unprecedented potential. He suddenly arched his back and pushed Song Ren, who was pressing on his back, off.

Song Ren turned over swiftly, and as soon as he landed he twisted his body and kicked him.

Du Youbang felt a sharp pain in his abdomen as he got up. He fell out again and landed on the ground in a very embarrassing manner.

Song Ren picked up the tiger-head gold-engraved spear beside him, rushed forward three steps, and then jumped directly into the air!
Du Youbang raised his head in horror, staring at Song Ren who jumped up. Looking at the frighteningly sharp tip of the gun, a low whimper came from his throat!
Instinctively, he put his hands in front of him to protect himself.

Long spears fell from the sky one after another!

The inherited power of the scorching hoof print madly poured into Song Ren's arms.

The enormous force and weight were all concentrated on the tiger-head gold-carved spear.

The bullet landed and instantly pierced through the palms of Du Youbang's hands, and then pierced through the left half of his chest, and finally completely penetrated into the ring, reaching a depth of several feet!

The dull sound like thunder made everyone stare in amazement.

(End of this chapter)