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Chapter 296 - 291 Gutian Xiaofu

Chapter 296: 291 Gutian Xiaofu

Rabbit-eyed and deer-horned.

Samurai attire from the Showa period.

Hair tied into a bun, much like Nezha.

This "Gutian Xiaofu" made his appearance and instantly ignited a certain emotion among all the spectators present.

"One million, I bet on his death!"

"Tie Xie, beat him to death for me!"

No matter if they had just won or lost money, regardless of their feelings toward Tie Xie, they all, without exception, stood on the same side at this moment.

Perhaps Gutian Xiaofu couldn’t quite understand the noisy shouting, but he must have felt the hatred and disgust coming from all directions.

Yet, he seemed oblivious, his expression unchanged, calmly standing in the octagon cage with the demeanor of a master.

Seeing the man from Dongying enter the ring, Jiang Chen didn’t curse like some of the agitated spectators, but he couldn’t help frowning involuntarily.

Unabashed to say.

He had no good feelings toward the Dongying nationality, and if possible, he wished they would completely vanish from the Earth.

Don’t start with those nonsense about history being in the past.

Enjoying the peace that their ancestors had paid for with their lives and blood, they had even less reason to forgive these beasts that deserved death.

Jiang Chen very much agreed with a statement made by a certain foreign leader.

Forgiving them is God’s business, but my duty is to send them to meet God.

Tie Xie, re-entering the cage after an upset victory in the previous round, had almost everyone cheering and rooting for him.

"Snap."

The octagon cage was locked again.

Gutian Xiaofu continued the Dongying people’s hypocritical tradition, mockingly bowing to Tie Xie and saying in broken Chinese.

"Please enlighten me."

Tie Xie simply gave a cold, indifferent glance, unmoved.

Gutian Xiaofu didn’t mind, stood straight up, made empty gestures with his hands in front of him, and slowly slid his feet, appearing quite skillful.

"Hit him! Beat him to death!"

Some people couldn’t help waving their arms in agitation.

Tie Xie took a deep breath. Unlike the battle with the meat grinder, this time his opponent didn’t give him such a strong sense of pressure, so he was the first to attack!

Although he had already gone through a big fight, his condition seemed fairly good, not slow at all, he closed in on Gutian Xiaofu in the blink of an eye, throwing a punch violently, aiming straight for Gutian Xiaofu’s face.

"Snap!"

Little did he know.

Gutian Xiaofu reacted faster than expected, accurately catching Tie Xie’s punch in his hand.

Their eyes locked in a split second.

Tie Xie realized something was wrong and tried to change his attack, but the opponent didn’t give him the chance.

Gutian Xiaofu, with a calm face, pulled Tie Xie’s hand inward, and at the same time, his bare foot kicked out, hitting Tie Xie’s abdomen. It seemed mild, but Tie Xie was sent flying as if hit by a car, slamming into the cage once more.

"Clang!!!"

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Do you even know how to fight?!"

"Get up quickly!"

The spectators were angry, cursing.

Tie Xie, his face painfully twitching, forced himself to stand up, his blood churning violently, and a trace of blood uncontrollably seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Gutian Xiaofu flashed him a smile.

Tie Xie fiercely wiped the blood from his mouth, took a deep breath, and charged forward again. When he reached the center of the cage, he stomped hard on the ground, leaping into the air with his wiry frame. Eyes splitting with fury, he swung his leg down in a wild whip aimed at Gutian Xiaofu!

"Die!"

The onlookers’ eyes widened, their veins throbbing with excitement.

A whooshing of wind.

Gutian Xiaofu had no chance to react, frozen in place as he watched the leg come smashing down.

"Bang!"

Gutian Xiaofu involuntarily turned his head, bending his knees.

Just as some couldn’t help but shout in joy, the scene in the cage changed again.

Such a violent kick didn’t knock Gutian Xiaofu down; like a roly-poly toy, he wobbled for a moment, then stood up again, shouldering the weight of the kick.

"Sogga."

A horrifying arc slowly spread across his face.

How... how is that possible?

Tie Xie didn’t expect his average-built opponent to be so resilient. He was startled, gritted his teeth, and exerted force again with his legs, but just managed to make the opponent’s head tilt slightly.

"The game is over."

A sinister voice sounded.

Before Tie Xie could react, Gutian Xiaofu had already grabbed his leg, turned around, and suddenly kicked toward his thigh.

"Crack!"

A bone-chilling sound of bone breaking violently exploded.

Even Tie Xie, a desperado, changed color dramatically and couldn’t help but let out a scream that sent chills down one’s spine.

His right leg was now twisted into an angle that was unbearable to look at, clearly broken.

"Bang!"

He collapsed to the ground, pain washing over him in waves, turning his face red and sweating profusely, unable to utter a word.

Jiang Chen involuntarily sat up straight, leaning forward.

Bai Haoran, as if knowing what he was thinking, said softly, "Young Master Jiang, unless one party surrenders or dies, no one can end the match. That’s the rule."

"But he’s already crippled now, continuing the fight will leave him dead for sure."

It was obvious to everyone that Tie Xie’s right leg was unsalvageable.

Bai Haoran just shook his head silently.

Jiang Chen remained silent, pursing his lips as he continued to watch the octagon cage.

Tie Xie, drenched in sweat, could no longer stand and dragged his broken right leg, moving backward slowly and with difficulty.

Gutian Xiaofu followed him at an unhurried pace, a mocking smile on his face, as if a hunter was savoring the last struggles of his pitiful prey before death.

Although Gutian Xiaofu was not in a rush to end the match, the octagon was after all only so large. Soon, Tie Xie hit the cage, with no room left to retreat.

Looking at the slowly approaching Gutian Xiaofu, even though reluctant to accept it, Tie Xie understood that with one leg broken, if he persisted, death was certain!

"I surrender."

He rasped out the words, the agony so intense that his speech came through clenched teeth, too quiet for the audience to hear.

But Gutian Xiaofu must have heard it.

However, he did not stop.

"Weak Shenzhou pigs have no right to live in this world."

Gutian Xiaofu muttered quietly, his smile growing more and more frenzied. The polite and courteous demeanor he had displayed before the match had finally dropped, revealing his true face. Under everyone’s gaze, he once again committed an inhuman atrocity.

First the legs.

Then the hands.

And then the arms, the shoulders...

Gutian Xiaofu was like a demon, brutally breaking Tie Xie’s limbs while he was still alive.

"Ahh!!!"

The underground fighting ring echoed with Tie Xie’s heart-wrenching screams.

The despair and pain contained in them made every listener feel their liver and gallbladder shatter, their hair stand on end.

The battered Tie Xie, tortured to a state barely recognizable as human, collapsed on the ground, his body convulsing repeatedly. In just a few short minutes, he was reduced from a living person to a pile of mush.

But what was most heart-wrenching... he was still not dead.

Gutian Xiaofu seemed to deliberately want him to experience the ultimate pain.

"Kill me, kill me..."

Tie Xie with his limbs severed, lifted his head with difficulty.

At this moment, death became his greatest relief.

Gutian Xiaofu looked down from above.

"Beg me."

This time, he used broken Mandarin.

At this point, Tie Xie had no other thoughts; all he desired was to be freed from this torment, his eyes filled with pleading.

"Please, I beg you, kill me..."

Gutian Xiaofu’s smile widened, glaringly bright under the lights.

In the contracted pupils of everyone present, the victorious Gutian Xiaofu cruelly kicked out, striking Tie Xie on the forehead.

That instant, it was as if one could hear the liquid inside shaking!

Tie Xie instantly slid across the ground after friction, hitting the octagon once again, blood flowing from his seven orifices, silent forevermore.

"Ten."

"Nine."

"Eight."

The announcer appeared once again.

Now there was complete silence.

Though still counting, everyone understood that Tie Xie had breathed his last.

"The winner of this match is Gutian Xiaofu!"

Gutian Xiaofu lifted his smile, but not a single person cheered; the spectators looked at him with eyes full of hatred and fear.

The hideously disfigured corpse of Tie Xie was swiftly carried away.

Surprisingly, Gutian Xiaofu chose to do as Tie Xie had done and fight consecutively!

No one questioned it. Instead, the frustrated audience hoped this Dongying man would pay the price for his arrogance just like Tie Xie had, but the outcome only disappointed them.

In the following matches, Gutian Xiaofu defeated two more opponents in succession, knocking them out with ease.

And just like with Tie Xie, these two opponents were carried out as corpses, their bodies tortured beyond recognition.

He did not seem to be here for the competition, nor to win money, but simply to vent some twisted desire.

Bai Haoran had said that every time an underground boxing match was held, there would typically be three to five fights. Tonight, five had been scheduled, but perhaps due to Gutian Xiaofu’s formidable strength or maybe the intimidation from his brutality, the last remaining fighter unexpectedly gave up, choosing to forfeit the match at the last moment.

"Dammit! Useless trash!"

"Waste of space!"

"A disgrace to our Shenzhou people!"

"What’s there to fear! Worst case, die on the stage!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Losing money was insignificant; more importantly, tonight’s matches had brought shame upon everyone.

On their home turf, to let a foreign intruder strut so arrogantly without any way to challenge him...

Hearing the announcer report the last competitor’s withdrawal, Gutian Xiaofu, red with rage, laughed out loud, casting off all pretense and sweeping his gaze over the crowd with a sneer.

"Worthy of the title ’Sick man of East Asia’!"

"What the hell did you say?!"

"Say it again if you dare!"

The scene erupted instantly.

Every fiery heart was thoroughly ignited, itching to rush down and beat up the Dongying man.

This was when the dozens of security personnel on site became essential.

Gutian Xiaofu’s mouth curled into a smirk, oblivious to the fury and curses from all directions. Just as he was about to exit the octagon, the announcer stopped him.

"Wait a second."

Gutian Xiaofu frowned slightly.

At this moment, even the announcer’s gaze was unfriendly.

"A contestant has registered at the last minute, the match isn’t over yet."

Following the announcer’s gaze, Gutian Xiaofu looked to the stands in surprise.

What did he see?

An audience member was actually stripping off his clothes as if warming up.