Chapter 30

“Bang!” With a loud sound, Liang Feng’s small frame was blasted away by Cao Yang’s strike. He crashed heavily to the ground, clutching his left waist, unable to get up for a long while.

“Nice! Beautifully done!” Tiexiong shouted from the audience, while Jim couldn’t help but stand up and clap.

“Finish him off! Quick! Kill him while he’s down!” Tiexiong urged Cao Yang frantically to press the attack.

But Cao Yang didn’t. Instead, he waited patiently for Liang Feng to recover.

More than ten seconds later, Liang Feng staggered to his feet. He no longer dared to underestimate Cao Yang. Circling cautiously, he didn’t dare to launch a rash attack.

In the last three exchanges, only the very first sneak attack had forced Cao Yang into a fluster. The following two brought Liang Feng no advantage at all. Worse still, all three times were his own offense—Cao Yang had been purely on the defensive. If Cao Yang ever went on the offense… Liang Feng suspected he’d be in even more danger.

“Go on! Stop circling like a fool!” the crowd cursed, urging Liang Feng to fight and end it quickly so they could settle their bets.

Liang Feng pretended not to hear. He stared at Cao Yang warily, looking for an opening.

To his eyes, Cao Yang’s entire body was riddled with weak points—just standing there like some ordinary man. Yet Liang Feng felt those openings were deliberate bait.

This loose, careless stance meant only two things: either Cao Yang was a super expert, or a complete amateur. After their earlier exchanges, Liang Feng was convinced he wasn’t an amateur. But if he was really some top master… at this age, with this style? It didn’t quite fit.

“Hurry up! Kill him already!” Tiexiong bellowed, pushing Cao Yang.

Cao Yang grew impatient too. Was this guy really planning to stall forever?

“Hey, idiot—I’m going to take the initiative now!”

With that, he lunged forward, throwing a punch straight at Liang Feng.

Even before the fist arrived, the gust of wind was already in his face.

Liang Feng dared not meet it head-on. He crossed his arms to block.

“Boom!”

The punch’s force was beyond his imagination. He was sent flying, crashing into the cage railing before collapsing to the ground.

As soon as he got up, his neck tightened—Cao Yang had seized him by the throat, lifted him high, and with a twist of his wrist spun him around before hurling him away.

“Bang!”

Another heavy crash as Liang Feng’s body slammed into the railing, bending the metal.

Agony wracked his whole body, like his bones had shattered. He tried to rise, but saw Cao Yang pouncing down like a hungry tiger, bearing down like Mount Tai.

He wanted to lift a leg to kick him away, but pain crippled him—his legs refused to obey.

Cao Yang pressed him down easily. His knee dug into Liang Feng’s spine, his big hand pinned his face to the floor. Immobilized.

“Yeah!”
“Awesome!”

The crowd erupted in cheers at Cao Yang’s slick combo. Jim and Tiexiong were ecstatic, already tasting victory.

But those who bet on Liang Feng cursed furiously. They couldn’t believe he was losing, and swore he must be throwing the fight again.

“Do you surrender?” Cao Yang asked coldly from above.

Liang Feng said nothing. Though pinned and helpless, he clenched his teeth, refusing to give in.

“Kill him! Kill him!” the audience roared.

Cao Yang hesitated. The rules were simple: either the opponent surrenders, dies, or loses all fighting ability. Liang Feng was pinned, but if Cao Yang let go, he still had fight left. Was he really supposed to kill him?

They had no enmity. Cao Yang had no wish to take his life. Even if killing here wouldn’t bring consequences, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

So he released Liang Feng and stepped back.

Since you won’t surrender, I’ll give you another chance. I’ll fight until you admit defeat.

“You idiot!” Tiexiong exploded in rage. This was the perfect chance to cripple or kill him, and Cao Yang just let him go? Playing saint now?

But Cao Yang wasn’t being merciful. If Liang Feng had been truly dangerous, he’d have finished him off without hesitation. But Liang Feng simply wasn’t on his level—he could afford to toy with him.

Liang Feng stood, spat a mouthful of blood, then bowed to Cao Yang in thanks for sparing him.

He respected this young man in his heart—but he would not surrender. Mercy in the cage was the biggest weakness.

“Yaaah!” he cried, leaping three meters high, snapping a flying kick at Cao Yang’s face.

Cao Yang only watched and shook his head.

He clenched his fist, and before Liang Feng’s kick could land, he struck. A punch slammed into Liang Feng’s stomach midair, sending him flying back, vomiting up everything in his belly.

“Thud!” He crashed down, curling like a shrimp, unable to rise.

Cao Yang walked over and said calmly, “You’re not my opponent. You’re too slow.”

Then he turned away—Liang Feng was finished. He could claim victory now.

But just then, Liang Feng latched onto his leg and sank his teeth in hard!

Cao Yang roared in pain and fury. He hadn’t expected such a despicable move.

“Let go!” he shouted.

Liang Feng only bit harder.

Cao Yang stomped at his head, but the man refused to release.

Grinding his teeth, Cao Yang kicked with all his might. Liang Feng was sent flying, but agony shot up Cao Yang’s leg—flesh torn away, with two of Liang Feng’s teeth embedded in it.

“Motherf—!” Cao Yang was both disgusted and enraged. This man was courting death.

He gathered all his strength and aimed a killing kick at Liang Feng’s face. He was certain this blow would end him.

But at the last moment, his foot stopped—just three centimeters from Liang Feng’s face.

He saw tears in Liang Feng’s eyes. Not sobbing, but a silent release, an expression of relief.

Cao Yang froze. His eyes showed disappointment.

He stared quietly at Liang Feng, baffled. Did this man truly want to win… and to die, both at once?

From their first clashes, Liang Feng should have known he couldn’t win. Why keep fighting to the bitter end? Maybe he couldn’t afford to lose—perhaps losing meant something worse than death.

The staff rushed in, raised Cao Yang’s hand, and declared loudly: “Cao Yang wins!”

The arena erupted. Some cheered, most cursed.

Backstage, medics tended Cao Yang’s wounded leg.

Liang Feng, badly injured, was carried out on a stretcher. Passing by, he gave Cao Yang a deep look.

“Useless trash! Just being alive is a waste of medical resources!” cursed Chen Xida, the Guangxi gang boss, spitting venom at Liang Feng.

Then he turned to Cao Yang with a smile. “Little brother, you really opened my eyes. I’m Chen Xida, in charge of this Guangxi territory.”

He handed Cao Yang a business card. “Let’s be friends. If you ever need anything here, just give me a call. One word from me is all it takes.”