Gao Wu insists on cultivating immortality.

Chapter 51 Demon-Slaying Boy
"Nicknamed Mad Dog, 37 years old, served in the Aurora Legion and underwent biochemical modifications, including nano-bone matrix enhancement and keratinocyte scaling and regeneration. This resulted in extremely high bone hardness and keratinocyte scaling of the skin, making it resistant to small-caliber handguns."

"Injecting too much flying squirrel drug has caused mental confusion, and he will lose his mind when in combat. Be careful of his mouth; he especially likes to bite. His reinforced bones make his teeth harder and sharper than alloy, and his mouth can open very wide, easily biting off a person's arm..."

Song Mingyue read the information on her phone softly; this was the information she had obtained from someone.

"Huang Hai is trying to kill me on stage!" Gao Wu was speechless. To arrange such a formidable opponent on his very first appearance on stage, Huang Hai had ulterior motives and wanted to harm him. What a treacherous minister!
"It is indeed somewhat unreasonable." Song Mingyue also felt that this opponent was too strong.

Weapons are not allowed in the arena. The mad dog, which has undergone biochemical modification surgery, is physically strong, and it is difficult for advanced martial artists to harm it with their fists and feet.

Furthermore, Mad Dog has military service experience, indicating he possesses extensive combat experience. For Gao Wu, this opponent is far too dangerous.

Huang Hai tricked and intimidated Gao Wu into coming here, and then gave Gao Wu a lot of Blood Dragon Elixir, just to kill Gao Wu? It doesn't make logical sense.

Song Mingyue said, "He's not thinking clearly. If this drags on for a round or two, he'll go into a manic state. Don't rush him."

"I'll listen to you." Gao Wu nodded vigorously. Song Mingyue not only had strong mental power, but her martial arts cultivation was also superior to his. In this regard, listening to Song Mingyue was the right thing to do.

The hall was filled with deafening, raucous music, and the host stood on the stage, shouting and yelling into the microphone, desperately trying to stir up the atmosphere.

Many guests in the hall swayed and nodded along. Dongjiang has a long winter, which has fostered a generous and open atmosphere here.

The flamboyantly dressed host first thanked the guests and then introduced the mad dog who was the first to appear.

The entire venue was dimly lit, with a beam of light shining on a mad dog. He was burly, about 1.8 meters tall, and his loose black martial arts uniform was stretched taut by him. There were several crisscrossing scars on his face, and his eyes were cold and ruthless.

Mad Dog calmly stepped onto the ring, and cheers erupted from all around. He was a regular fighter at the Jin Sheng Hotel, and his fierce and ruthless attacks made him quite popular.

When it was Gao Wu's turn to go on stage, a beam of light shone on him as well.

The host's voice rose even higher: "Today's challenger is an 18-year-old advanced martial artist, internet celebrity, the strongest middle school student in Dongjiang, and the demon-slaying prodigy Gao Wu..."

He pronounced Gao Wu's name in a long, drawn-out way, and added a series of prefixes to make it sound very imposing.

Gao Wu took the stage amidst the host's introduction, and he politely clasped his hands in greeting to all directions.

A round of applause and cheers erupted from the crowd. Most of the guests present today were there for Gao Wu.

Standing next to the ferocious and menacing mad dog, Gao Wu was tall and slender, more than half a head taller than the other party. He was also handsome and dashing, with a sunny smile. In terms of appearance, he completely outshone the mad dog.

The cheers for Gao Wu mostly came from women. The men, however, didn't care about that; from a combat perspective, Mad Dog was clearly the stronger opponent.

Some people also disliked Gao Wu. Yang Ru complained to Han Yang, "Why is he the strongest middle school student in Dongjiang? Does he deserve it?"

Han Yang smiled: "It's not an exaggeration to say that he killed the followers of the demon god with his sword."

Yang Ru was unhappy. She said seriously, "You are the strongest."

"Strength isn't determined by words, but by ability." Han Yang admired Gao Wu, but he wouldn't admit that Gao Wu was stronger than him.

He had his own pride and disdained to compete for such empty fame. For martial artists, strength and skill could be determined in a fight, so why bother with so much talk?

"Second Brother will definitely crush Gao Wu if he goes up there!" Yang Ru was full of confidence. Han Yang smiled without saying a word.

The host built up the atmosphere and then handed the stage to Mad Dog and Gao Wu.

The referee, wearing white gloves, waved his hand, signaling the start of the fight.

The mad dog grinned menacingly at Gao Wu: "You little brat, I'll tear you apart!"

"Brother, can we not tear it?" Gao Wu's question startled Mad Dog, who immediately became furious. "You little brat, you're asking for it!" Mad Dog cursed and immediately rushed to the center line to confront Gao Wu.

Gao Wu naturally wouldn't fight Mad Dog head-on. He took a step back diagonally and circled around. His nine-point agility greatly enhanced his body coordination and explosive power. When he took small steps backward, his feet almost slid backward while touching the ground.

The purpose of using this method is to maintain contact with the ground as much as possible so that force can be applied at any time.

The mad dog, now in control, sped up and closed the distance to Gao Wu in just two steps. He stepped forward and threw a punch straight at Gao Wu's face.

This punch was fast and urgent, like a bullet fired, carrying a sharp penetrating force, and the air exploded where the fist passed.

Gao Wu blocked with his arm, and although Mad Dog's fist was powerful, it was still deflected by his arm.

In private ring matches, no gloves are worn. Mad Dog's fists are as hard as steel, making Gao Wu's arm go numb. Fortunately, Gao Wu's physique is exceptionally strong, which Mad Dog cannot match.

He only felt a little pain after taking a punch; there wouldn't be any other side effects.

Mad Dog threw a punch, followed by a second, and then a third. His punches were as fast as an assault rifle firing in rapid succession, three punches in a round, repeating this cycle endlessly.

This was the first time Gao Wu had encountered such a violent and rapid punch. He tightly protected himself with his arms and kept retreating, not giving Mad Dog a chance to land a solid punch.

The relentless barrage of rapid punches, delivered with ferocity and speed, thrilled the surrounding spectators, who cheered and applauded enthusiastically.

“Warrior’s Fist, Assault Rifle Style.” Han Yang recognized the fist style Mad Dog used at a glance. He muttered to himself, “This guy even served in the military.”

Yang Ru's eyes widened: "This guy's fist technique is so violent, will Gao Wu be killed by him?"

She disliked Gao Wu, but she also didn't want to see him beaten to death. As a peer and a member of Dongjiang Middle School, she actually hoped Gao Wu would win.

However, the mad dog's strength far exceeded her expectations; his rapid-fire punches were truly like a barrage of assault rifle shots.

The ring was covered with sensors, which could see Mad Dog unleashing nine punches per second, each punch weighing over 1,500 kilograms. If she were on that ring, she'd probably be turned into a pulp by his rapid punches the moment they met.

Han Yang's expression turned serious: "Gao Wu has such a strong body, he can even withstand this!"

He could see clearly that the mad dog's skin was a bluish-black color, clearly indicating that it had undergone a keratinocyte regeneration procedure; the man's skin was as hard as steel.

With the same punching force, a mad dog's punch will be several times more destructive. It's like hitting someone with the same force; a wooden stick and an iron stick have completely different effects.

If any other advanced martial artist had used their arms to block the attacking gun and fist, their arms would have been broken and their tendons ruptured by the mad dog's blows. Yet Gao Wu seemed completely unharmed. No one knew what kind of drug he had used to have such an extraordinary physique.

Inside the private room, Song Yunhe frowned slightly and said to Han Lingxia beside him, "The Mad Dog Assault Rifle style will force Gao Wu to retreat and exhaust his energy. Once he switches to the Shotgun style, he will definitely be able to break through Gao Wu's defense. If this continues, Gao Wu will be killed."

Han Lingxia was a little surprised: "Gao Wu is clinging to Mingyue, wouldn't his death solve everything?"

"That's not how it works. After all, he saved Mingyue." Song Yunhe hesitated, unsure whether he should stop the match.

Just then, Mad Dog's rapid punches suddenly stopped, and he shouted, "Die!"

Then, his right fist slammed into the midpoint between Gao Wu's crossed arms. His punch was heavy and explosive, like a slug from a shotgun.

With a dull roar, Gao Wu's arms were knocked apart by a punch, his stance crumbling and his chest, abdomen, neck, and face exposed.

Mad Dog's left fist struck Gao Wu's throat with a light and concealed punch, a pistol-style punch from the Zhanbing Fist, which emphasizes concealment, agility, and speed. Although the punch was not very powerful, it was enough to shatter Gao Wu's Adam's apple cartilage and trachea.

Many of the onlookers were discerning and could immediately tell that the punch was vicious and potentially fatal. Yang Ru couldn't help but gasp in shock...

(End of this chapter)