Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 334 - 336: Sweeping Through the Underground Boxing Arena

Chapter 334: Chapter 336: Sweeping Through the Underground Boxing Arena

Chapter 336: Sweeping the Underground Boxing Arena

The torn Wolf King finally showed a ghastly white in its eyes.

The ferocious aura emitted by the human in front of it caused the Wolf King to struggle violently, desperately clawing at the walls of the Duel Arena with its four strong and powerful wolf legs, but no matter how much it struggled, under Lin Zifeng’s immense strength, it still seemed insufficient.

In the end, Lin Zifeng’s body burst forth with a great force once again, tearing the Wolf King’s upper and lower jaws apart. Then his right hand quickly reached into the Wolf King’s gaping mouth, grabbing the Wolf King’s tongue, and with a forceful yank, he pulled the entire bloody tongue out. After tearing off the blood-drenched tongue, he looped it around the Wolf King’s neck, holding one end in each hand.

"Crack~"

Under Lin Zifeng’s brutal methods, the Wolf King was strangled to death by its own tongue, its greenish eyes glowing in the light like fireflies from the darkness, presenting a terrifying glimmer.

At this point, everyone on the scene was finally frightened by Lin Zifeng’s terrifying brutality, and even the women who had been yelling the loudest just a moment ago couldn’t help but cover their mouths.

They’d seen Duel Arena fighters fight desperately, but they’d never seen such a fearsome demon.

At this moment, the corner of Lin Zifeng’s mouth gradually curled into a cruel sneer. This was just the beginning...

After being strangled with its own tongue, the Wolf King did not die right away. Its four strong and powerful wolf legs were still struggling and lashing back, but all these were nothing but the throes of death.

At this time.

An old man who had been paying attention to the Duel Arena fight finally couldn’t hide the gleam in his eyes and suddenly stood up, pointing excitedly at Lin Zifeng in the Duel Arena and asking Qiao Bu’en, "Is this, this fighter the featured finale fighter for you guys today?"

The old man was clearly also getting excited. He was one of the four great merchants of Dragon City, not only high in status but had also established his own Underground Boxing Arena within the underground forces of Dragon City. However, over the years, his arena’s business had been on the decline, unable to find good fighters. Every time someone challenged his arena, nobody could stand their ground.

Today!

He finally saw his prey. When he first saw Black Hawk enter the ring, his entire heart almost leaped out.

But now, a new invincible warrior had appeared in the Duel Arena, and that had the old bird, who had long fantasized about the Boxing Arena, excited.

Qiao Bu’en, who was asked and rendered speechless, was also staggered today. The scene of the masked man fighting the Wolf King bare-handed had his heart pounding more than anyone else.

If such a character could appear in his own arena, what would he have to fear in the future? The earnings from the arena alone would probably surpass the old man’s drug trafficking in speed, wouldn’t they?

But as the two of them harbored their own ulterior motives, the audience on the second floor of the Duel Arena suddenly screamed.

The masked man was seen forcefully throwing the Wolf King’s large thigh up toward the third floor.

In an instant, a two-hundred-pound behemoth was hurtling toward the old man’s bosom.

The old man, who had no time to dodge, was heavily smashed to the ground by the two-hundred-pound Wolf King. As the Wolf King was not yet completely dead and was struggling unconsciously, its thick and powerful wolf claws, sharp as a thrusting knife, pierced deeply into his throat as it was thrown at the old man!

Under the Wolf King’s death throes, the old man’s throat was instantly torn open!

Blood sprayed wildly, and without even a groan, the old man fell dead. Even his nearby bodyguards, under the Wolf King’s death throes, had their bellies ripped open by those razor-sharp claws, unaware of how many were injured.

Blood and shattered flesh covered the ground, and Qiao Bu’en was scared out of his wits! This was all beyond his expectations!

"Ah...!"

After Zifeng had thrown the dying Wolf King, the entire Underground Boxing Arena finally erupted into chaos. Though the head of the Wolf King had been torn apart by Zifeng, its body still spasmed with life, headlessly crashing through the crowd, its claws sharp as knives tearing apart countless heads and chests, blood spraying throughout the cellar. Those who had been watching, entertained, were finally terrified, hundreds of people running en masse towards the basement’s doors.

But the dying Wolf King continued its frenzied struggle like a headless fly.

It threw itself crazily at the spectators outside the door, its sharp claws causing complete upheaval in the Underground Boxing Arena.

Qiao Bu’en was stunned as well.

When he turned his gaze back to the man in the mask, he found that the man was carrying the unconscious Black Hawk on his back, his eyes fixed intently on Qiao Bu’en, as if he was about to take his life next.

"Kill him for me!"

Qiao Bu’en, with eyes bloodshot, bellowed hysterically.

Then with a whoosh, dozens of burly men armed with machetes jumped down from the spectator stand, rushing toward Zifeng in a wild frenzy of hacking!

At this moment, Zifeng had already silently vowed in his heart that everyone here would die today! None would leave alive. For the sake of his brother, Zifeng was willing to become a murderous demon if necessary, sparing no one who saw his brother as less than human, feeling no pity in killing them.

By this point, Zifeng was no different from a demon of murder. After all the spectators had fled, Zifeng’s eyes were blood-red, like a demon that had escaped from Hell. As a gang member swung his machete at Zifeng’s head,

He lifted his hand for a Thrusting Finger, plunging it straight into the guy’s throat!

Instantly, the gang member spat out blood and rolled his eyes back, collapsing backward--just one encounter, and the opponent was down, not getting up!

Whoosh!

The gang members present couldn’t help but step back in fear, but under Qiao Bu’en’s orders, some still charged forward.

Zifeng delivered a dual punch, hitting two men right on their chins, a mist of blood sprayed out.

Facing the man like the Death God, they finally found their legs giving out.

Zifeng’s eyes, devoid of any warmth, lowered his head, carrying his brother on his back, and whispered softly, "Black Hawk, we’re going home."

And like that, he walked step by step towards the outside of the Boxing Arena, walking almost to the outer door of the Duel Arena without anyone daring to block his path.

Zifeng slowly set down the unconscious Black Hawk, looking at his face that had become gaunt from injections. Zifeng’s muscles tensed again involuntarily, and facial muscles twitched slightly.

His bloodshot eyes swept over those surrounding them, especially the stunned Qiao Bu’en on the third floor. Tonight was aimed at him, and he hadn’t expected to be able to meet an old brother from his past here. It all felt like a lifetime ago.

"Clang!"

Zifeng picked up a machete from the ground and threw it towards the Duel Arena’s exterior door, instantly nailing the door shut!