Good grief, making a move to corner me right from the start?
Facing the coordinated attack of the three, Liu Tiezhu remained calm and unflustered.
Just as Chen Gang's fist was about to smash into his face, he leaped up abruptly, bent his right leg, and drove his knee fiercely into Chen Gang's chest.
With this strike, Liu Tiezhu threw almost all his weight into it.
If the knee connected with Chen Gang's chest, his ribs would surely break.
Chen Gang's face changed drastically. He hadn't expected Liu Tiezhu to counterattack with such a reckless, life-risking move.
At such close range, dodging was impossible.
In a mix of shock and fury, he instinctively crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to use his arm strength to deflect Liu Tiezhu's knee strike.
The moment they made contact, a crisp cracking sound rang in Chen Gang's ears.
His face twisted in agony as he let out a scream.
In that instant, he realized that blocking Liu Tiezhu's knee with his arms was a grave mistake.
The terrifying force shattered the bones in his arms, sending cold sweat pouring down his face.
As Chen Gang was sent flying, Zhou Huaiyang and Zhang Xiaoli's attacks arrived.
But the distance between the three had already widened by about fifty centimeters, and their strikes landed on empty air.
Seizing the opportunity, Liu Tiezhu charged forward again, closing in on Chen Gang.
To win this fight, he had to pick them off one by one.
With Chen Gang temporarily unable to fight, this was the perfect moment to finish him.
At that moment, Chen Gang scrambled to his feet, still reeling from the intense pain.
Seeing Liu Tiezhu rushing at him, his instinctive reaction was to run.
But his speed was no match for Liu Tiezhu's.
Almost as soon as Chen Gang turned his head, Liu Tiezhu's fist slammed into his face.
With a thud, Chen Gang's entire nose collapsed, blood gushing out.
He fell straight to the ground, clutching his nose and howling in pain.
Liu Tiezhu didn't bother to check the result; he immediately dashed to the right.
Slap, slap...
Almost simultaneously, two fists brushed past his back.
Zhou Huaiyang and Zhang Xiaoli were fast too.
But compared to Liu Tiezhu's speed, they were still a step slower.
After their punches missed, they didn't chase after Liu Tiezhu. Instead, they crouched down to check on Chen Gang's condition.
Chen Gang's face was completely deformed—not just his collapsed nose, but several facial bones were broken as well.
All of this had happened in just three minutes.
The onlookers were stunned, utterly shocked.
"This kid really was hiding his strength," Jiang He said.
Even with his own abilities, taking on all three of Chen Gang's group at once would have been extremely tough.
But watching Liu Tiezhu's moves, he seemed to handle it with ease.
Zhang Zhiliang remarked, "Brother Jiang, that kid's speed is his advantage."
"Brother Zhang's right. His speed is at least several times that of an ordinary person."
"To be that fast, he must have had special training," Liu Zhigao added.
Jiang He said, "Looks like our worries were unnecessary."
"With Chen Gang out of the way, the remaining two, Zhou Huaiyang and Zhang Xiaoli, are no match for that kid."
As if to confirm Jiang He's words, after checking Chen Gang's injuries, both Zhou Huaiyang and Zhang Xiaoli felt the urge to retreat.
Liu Tiezhu's speed and strength surpassed theirs.
And now he had taken out the strongest of their trio, Chen Gang.
If this fight continued, they would be the ones to die.
They both looked toward Ming Tianfeng.
Before Ming Tianfeng could speak, Ming Zhenglong beside him started taunting.
"Second Brother, your men are all useless. Three of them together can't even handle a newcomer."
"Look, they're begging you for help."
Ming Tianfeng, who had originally planned to call off the fight, changed his mind upon hearing this.
"If you don't take down that little bastard today, don't bother coming back."
Hearing this, Zhou Huaiyang and Zhang Xiaoli's faces filled with despair.
"Don't bother coming back" from Ming Tianfeng meant death.
Either way, they were doomed, so they steeled themselves.
Abandoning the barely breathing Chen Gang, they charged from both sides, launching desperate, life-risking attacks at Liu Tiezhu.
Slap, slap, slap...
For a time, the arena echoed with the sound of fists colliding.
Each strike from the three was full force, thrilling the watching crowd.
Even more astonishing was that Liu Tiezhu remained on the winning side despite their reckless assault.
But in the short term, it was hard to tell who would prevail.
Now, all three were fighting wide open, testing their stamina and endurance.
Whoever ran out of steam first and showed a weakness would be eliminated.
They exchanged blows for a full three minutes before finally separating.
At that point, the onlookers saw that Liu Tiezhu's face was swollen in a large area, making him look quite battered.
As for Zhou Huaiyang, his right eye had caved in, blood streaming down, and the left side of his face was deformed.
It was clear his facial bones had been crushed.
Zhang Xiaoli wasn't much better—his forehead had a sunken pit, and the right side of his face was also misshapen.
This sight made the spectators' hearts clench again.
Judging by the severity of their injuries, Liu Tiezhu was still ahead.
Kill!
Zhou Huaiyang roared and charged again.
Now, he had only one path left.
It was a life-for-life exchange—kill Liu Tiezhu or be killed by him.
Only then could he secure a large sum of money and spare his family from a life of hardship.
Zhang Xiaoli shared the same thought as Zhou Huaiyang; he was all in.
"Come on, since you're so eager to die, it'd be wrong of me not to oblige."
Liu Tiezhu was also going all out, meeting their charge head-on.
Thud, thud, thud...
The sound of fists hitting flesh was clearly audible.
The three were fighting for their lives, pushing their speed to the limit, leaving the audience in awe.
Two minutes later, a dull thud rang out.
Zhou Huaiyang, exhausted and out of stamina, was kicked flying by Liu Tiezhu.
He lay on the ground, face covered in blood, gritting his teeth in an attempt to stand again.
But after several tries, he realized his waist had been broken.
The only reason he hadn't felt the pain immediately was the sheer willpower driving his desperate fight.
Now that willpower had faded, and under the onslaught of intense pain, he lay flat on the ground, convulsing and writhing wildly, his face etched with unwillingness.
On the other side, the fight continued.
Zhang Xiaoli had more endurance than Zhou Huaiyang, but he was also at his last gasp.
The only reason he was still standing was that last shred of willpower.
He threw a full-force punch at Liu Tiezhu's cheek, but Liu Tiezhu didn't even feel the pain.
"Time to end this."
Liu Tiezhu snorted coldly and drove a fist into Zhang Xiaoli's neck.
With a crack, Zhang Xiaoli's neck twisted, white bone piercing through the flesh, blood spurting from his throat.
His eyes bulged wide, fixed on Liu Tiezhu's face, and then, with a look of defiance, he collapsed straight in front of Liu Tiezhu.
Dead?
Watching Zhang Xiaoli still twitching on the arena floor, the crowd felt a chill run down their spines.
On the viewing platform, Ming Tianfeng's face darkened. His gaze shifted to the dozens of burly men.
Understanding the signal, they charged at Liu Tiezhu without a word.