Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune: Starting with death row inmates

After Lu Feng stepped down from the stage, the next match quickly began on the stage.

【Iron Arhat】Chen Tiehe and 【Mysterious Iron Hand】Hei San.

When Chen Tie stepped onto the ring, he stared at Hei San opposite him, his expression not pleasant.

Hei San, on the other hand, had a nonchalant attitude, with his hands on his hips, seemingly not taking Chen Tie seriously.

"Chen Tie, long time no see," Hei San said first.

"Black Three!" Chen Tie gritted his teeth and roared, "You ungrateful wretch!"

The audience immediately perked up.

"Do these two have a grudge?"

"You don't know? Hei San was originally Qin Pi's subordinate, but later he defected to Mo Yuancai."

"No wonder Chen Tie was so angry."

Qin Pi sat below the stage, watching the arena expressionlessly, but his hand gripping the wine bowl tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white.

Shen Chen stood beside Qin Pi and asked in a low voice, "Brother Qin, what's going on with Hei San?"

"He's just a traitor," Qin Pi said indifferently. "I pulled him out of a pile of corpses, taught him martial arts, and gave him a leadership position, but he turned around and joined Mo Yuancai."

Shen Chen smiled and said, "I suppose Brother Qin made him swallow his grievances?"

"Hmph." Qin Pi sneered, "When he was working for me, I gave him a few maids, but that beast really didn't treat those women like human beings. None of those maids survived. Seeing his character, I removed him from his position as leader, and he held a grudge."

On the stage, Hei San laughed even more heartily when he heard Chen Tie's angry curses.

"Ungrateful? Chen Tie, you're wrong about that." Hei San spread his hands. "Qin Pi is stubborn. I only slept with a few women, and he wants to fire me? What kind of logic is that?"

"You've ruined them!" Chen Tie said coldly.

"So what if they're dead?" Hei San said dismissively. "They're just a few cheap bastards; there are plenty more like them in the stronghold."

Chen Tie let out a long sigh: "It's because there are too many people like you that the mountain stronghold is being targeted so much by the government troops."

Hei San cracked his wrists, making a snapping sound: "Alright, enough nonsense. After this fight, I still need to go find Master Mo to collect my reward."

"You think you can win?" Chen Tie struck a pose.

"Of course," Hei San laughed. "The martial arts techniques that Master Mo gave me are far superior to Qin Pi's tattered set."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hei San suddenly rushed towards Chen Tie, his right hand transforming into an iron fist, and struck Chen Tie's face directly.

Chen Tie dared not be careless and used the Golden Rock Body Forging Technique, his muscles bulging as he took Hei San's punch head-on.

boom!

The two men's fists collided, producing a dull thud.

Chen Tie took three steps back, while Black Three remained motionless.

"That's it?" Hei San sneered. "Chen Tie, you've regressed."

Chen Tie steadied himself and charged towards Hei San again.

The two fought fiercely in the ring, each punch landing with a powerful and visceral force.

Shen Chen frowned slightly as he watched the battle on the arena.

Hei San was stronger than he had imagined, and his moves were ruthless, targeting Chen Tie's vital points.

In contrast, Chen Tie, although not weak, had overly aggressive and unpredictable moves, and was gradually suppressed by Hei San.

"Chen Tie is going to lose." Shen Chen had already seen the signs. Chen Tie's physical skills were indeed formidable, but Hei San's grappling techniques were particularly adept at using softness to overcome hardness. Every move he made caused Chen Tie's blood and qi to stagnate, and his true qi could not be revealed.

Qin Pi didn't speak, but just stared intently at the arena.

On the stage, Hei San became more and more excited as he fought. His Xuan Tie Hand was incredibly powerful, and every punch was accompanied by the sound of air being cut.

Chen Tie was finding it increasingly difficult to fight back, having already taken several punches and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Chen Tie, you're no good!" Hei San laughed. "Someone like you think you can teach me a lesson for Qin Pi?"

"Shut up!" Chen Tie roared, throwing a punch with all his might.

Hei San dodged to the side and delivered a backhand punch to Chen Tie's abdomen.

Chen Tie groaned and bent over slightly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Hei San closed in and landed several punches on Chen Tie.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Chen Tie was forced to retreat repeatedly, eventually kneeling on one knee.

"Get up!" Hei San looked down at Chen Tie. "You think you're so tough? Get up and keep going!"

Chen Tie gritted his teeth and stood up, but was kicked down by Hei San.

The audience watched with bated breath.

"Hei San is going to beat us to death!"

"That's too ruthless!"

Qin Pi suddenly stood up, but Shen Chen pulled him back.

"Brother Qin, the rules of the martial arts competition dictate that we cannot interfere," Shen Chen whispered. If Qin Pi were to interfere under the chieftain's nose at this moment, his reputation would be greatly diminished!

Qin Pi took a deep breath and sat down again, but his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

On the stage, Hei San did not choose to finish the fight quickly, but instead began to toy with Chen Tie.

He punched Chen Tie repeatedly, each punch hitting his joints precisely.

"Does it hurt?" Hei San sneered. "Are you still going to follow Qin Pi? Hmm?"

Chen Tie roared, "Follow!"

"You're a fool," Hei San sneered. "That old bastard Qin Pi is doomed sooner or later. What future do you have following him?"

"Boss Qin is a real man!" Chen Tie struggled to his feet, "unlike a beast like you!"

"A man?" Hei San scoffed. "Just a blockhead."

He suddenly exerted his strength, and the Xuan Tie Hand transformed into an iron hammer, slamming it hard into Chen Tie's right arm.

Click!

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

Chen Tie let out a miserable cry, and his right arm fell limply to his side.

"This is the first one," Hei San laughed. "There are three more to go."

He threw another punch, hitting Chen Tie's left arm.

Click!

Chen Tie screamed again as his left arm was severed.

The audience gasped.

"That's too ruthless!"

"This is going to cripple Chen Tie!"

"The duel is over!" the referee hurriedly called out. "Black Three, you've won!"

Hei San didn't stop; he threw two more punches, each hitting Chen Tie's legs.

Click! Click!

Chen Tie collapsed to the ground, his limbs broken, and he could only lie there helplessly.

Hei San squatted down, patted Chen Tie's face, then stood up and turned to look at the audience.

His gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on Qin Pi and Shen Chen.

Qin Pi's face was ashen, while Shen Chen met his gaze, slowly raised his right hand, and made a throat-slitting gesture at his neck.

evening.

The room was filled with a strong smell of herbs and blood, which mingled together and made one's nose sting.

Chen Tie was gently lifted onto the wooden bed by several brothers. His limbs were hastily fixed with splints, resulting in an oddly twisted position. His face was ashen, his lips were cracked, and each breath he took was accompanied by a barely perceptible tremor.

Qin Pi stood by the bed, silent. The dim light from the oil lamp cast a shadow on his face.

"Boss..." Chen Tie's voice was hoarse and dry, "I...I've embarrassed you."

He struggled to sit up, but this caused a sharp pain in his broken bones, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

Qin Pi stretched out a rough, large hand and pressed it down on his shoulder with a steady force.

"Lie down." His voice was unreadable. "Victory and defeat are common occurrences; there's nothing shameful about them. You only have one task now: heal your injuries."

"Can……"

"No buts!" Qin Pi interrupted him, his tone sharper. "That bastard Hei San, we'll settle the score eventually. You'd better get your bones strong first!"