Watching Ma Tengfei put on such an arrogant act, Liu Tiezhu couldn't help but laugh.
He had seen plenty of arrogant people before.
But this was the first time he'd seen someone show off with their life on the line.
Since Ma Tengfei was so eager to die, it wouldn't make sense not to grant his wish.
Ma Tengfei sneered coldly, "Kid, what are you laughing at?"
"Think playing dumb will make me go easy on you?"
To him, Liu Tiezhu's smile was nothing but a pathetic attempt to curry favor.
"Are you really going to let me have three moves?" Liu Tiezhu asked, his smile fading.
"A promise is a promise. I mean what I say."
Ma Tengfei's face was full of arrogance, completely dismissing Liu Tiezhu.
He was confident that his Iron Shirt kung fu could crush any newcomer.
Liu Tiezhu might have some skills.
But in his eyes, he was still nothing but a worthless piece of trash.
Meanwhile, the other matches on Thunder Platform were already heating up.
Seeing the silent standoff between Liu Tiezhu and Ma Tengfei, everyone looked puzzled.
Ming Tianhai, watching from the sidelines, said, "What's up with those two? Why aren't they fighting?"
"Could Liu Tiezhu be scared and about to beg for mercy?"
From his angle, he could see Ma Tengfei standing with his hands behind his back.
Liu Tiezhu seemed to be saying something, but the distance was too far to hear clearly.
So, based on his judgment, Liu Tiezhu was probably begging for mercy.
Ming Shanhai looked at Liu Tiezhu with contempt and said, "Begging won't help. Once you're on the platform, someone has to fall."
"Liu Tiezhu might as well fight instead of begging."
On the other side, Jiang He and his group were also baffled, unable to figure out what Liu Tiezhu was doing.
Three minutes had passed since the match started, and neither had made a move.
At the main observation platform, Ming Tianfeng smirked sarcastically, "Third brother, that Liu Tiezhu's got some nerve, huh? Knows how to beg for mercy?"
"But that'll only buy him a few more minutes. I—"
Before he could finish, he saw Liu Tiezhu move.
Liu Tiezhu wasn't fast. He charged at Ma Tengfei and threw a punch straight at his lower abdomen.
He only used a third of his strength, landing the blow hard on Ma Tengfei's stomach.
True to his word, Ma Tengfei didn't strike back, using his inner strength to absorb the attack.
"Hahaha, kid, did you skip breakfast?"
"Is that all you've got? Tickling me?"
Ma Tengfei laughed wildly, his eyes mocking Liu Tiezhu.
He had initially thought Liu Tiezhu might have some real skill.
But after that test punch, he was now certain Liu Tiezhu was just a useless waste, no different from the ordinary guards of the Ming family.
Seeing this, Jiang He and his two companions all frowned.
How could Liu Tiezhu be so stupid, attacking Ma Tengfei's lower abdomen?
He had already told Liu Tiezhu that Ma Tengfei knew Iron Shirt kung fu.
And yet he chose to attack that spot—it was utterly foolish.
Even without Iron Shirt kung fu, a punch to the lower abdomen wouldn't hurt anyone. What was Liu Tiezhu thinking?
At the main observation platform, Ming Tianfeng couldn't hold back his laughter.
"Third brother, didn't you tell Liu Tiezhu that Ma Tengfei knows Iron Shirt kung fu?"
"Is he trying to give Ma Tengfei a massage?"
Ming Zhenglong said nothing, but his gaze at Liu Tiezhu was like looking at a fool.
He had clearly told Jiang He to inform Liu Tiezhu of all of Ma Tengfei's details.
And yet Liu Tiezhu still attacked the lower abdomen—it was beyond stupid.
Back on the platform, after throwing that punch, Liu Tiezhu stepped back, creating distance from Ma Tengfei.
"Kid, no need to run. I said I'd give you three moves, and I meant it."
"Come on, you've got one more. Make it count."
Ma Tengfei taunted, slapping his belly, signaling Liu Tiezhu to attack again.
Liu Tiezhu remained expressionless, but a sly glint flickered in his eyes.
In a fight between experts, victory isn't decided by strength but by brains.
Killing Ma Tengfei effortlessly while hiding his true power—this method was undoubtedly the best.
Seeing Ma Tengfei's smug confidence, he knew the man had fallen into his trap.
At Ma Tengfei's mockery, Liu Tiezhu gritted his teeth, pretending to go all out.
Seeing this, Ma Tengfei immediately grinned and beckoned Liu Tiezhu with a finger.
"That's more like it."
"Hurry up and use your last move. I can't wait to break your bones."
Liu Tiezhu clenched his fist, charged forward again, and reached Ma Tengfei.
He threw another punch, again aiming for the lower abdomen.
"What the hell? Is this kid brain-dead?"
"He knows Ma Tengfei has Iron Shirt kung fu, and he still goes for the stomach?"
Ming Tianhai, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help cursing and stood up to leave.
He had expected to see a rising star, but instead, he was watching an idiot.
On Jiang He's side, Zhang Zhiliang frowned.
"Brother Jiang, something's off. That kid's no fool."
"He knows Ma Tengfei has Iron Shirt kung fu, yet he keeps hitting the same spot. Does that seem normal to you?"
"And did you notice? His punch speed and power are off."
"Back in the barracks, he blew out the brains of Zhang Guofeng and his men with one punch. How terrifying was that power?"
Hearing this, Jiang He and Liu Zhigao both narrowed their eyes.
"You mean he's playing dumb, testing the waters with those two punches?" Jiang He asked.
Zhang Zhiliang explained, "I don't know if it's a test, but those punches are definitely tied to whatever he and Ma Tengfei talked about earlier."
"Judging by his reaction, he's probably come up with a counter-strategy."
Liu Zhigao added, "Looks like he's lulling Ma Tengfei into a false sense of security. The real killing move is yet to come."
Now all three realized they had misjudged Liu Tiezhu, and they couldn't help but feel a bit of anticipation.
On the platform, to toy with Liu Tiezhu, Ma Tengfei activated his Iron Shirt kung fu.
Liu Tiezhu immediately felt like his fist had hit a steel plate, with a strong rebound force pushing back.
Iron Shirt kung fu was indeed something.
After gauging Ma Tengfei's foundation, Liu Tiezhu stepped back a few paces, putting on a shocked expression.
Ma Tengfei laughed heartily, "Little weakling, how's that? Hurts, doesn't it?"
"That's your second move. You've got one left."
From those two punches, Ma Tengfei arrogantly believed he had figured out Liu Tiezhu's level.
For a weakling like this, if he hadn't taken Jiang Tianliang's money, he wouldn't even bother.
Liu Tiezhu didn't respond, stepping back a few more paces.
Seeing this, Ma Tengfei couldn't help laughing even harder.
"Stop struggling. Just throw your last punch. I've got drinks waiting for me."
The moment Ma Tengfei finished speaking, Liu Tiezhu charged forward again, his fist once more aimed at the lower abdomen.
Ma Tengfei roared with laughter, "Hahaha, kid, you just don't learn. Still—"
Before he could finish, his face changed drastically.
When the fist hit his lower abdomen, he felt a violent force, like a sharp blade piercing into his gut, slicing through his intestines.