A person sacrifices himself to become a saint in a chaotic world of martial arts.

"Bang!"

Fists collided, the dull thud echoing through the dilapidated courtyard, sending gusts of wind through the air and stirring up dust from the ground.

The two sides clashed fiercely once again, their figures flashing and the air whistling as they fought.

Su Bai felt more focused than ever before, and his experience in life-and-death battles with the enemy was accumulating and settling at an unprecedented speed.

He keenly sensed that whenever his offensive approached Mao's vital chest,

The opponent's blocking or dodging force always shows a slight, imperceptible delay and instability.

It was as if there was an invisible flaw hidden there.

"It's an old injury!"

Su Bai's eyes suddenly lit up, like a predator in the dark locking onto its prey's most vulnerable spot.

While you are sick, I will kill you!

Without hesitation, he unleashed the Tiger and Leopard Force within his body, causing his blood and qi to surge, and the force of wind and thunder was faintly visible on his fists.

He completely abandoned complex variations in his moves; his boxing style became simple and violent, like the beating of a drum.

He threw heavy punches, ignoring his own open spaces, with all his might, aiming at Mao Buli's heaving chest!

"not good!"

Mao Buli's expression under the mask changed drastically in an instant, and cold sweat broke out.

He never expected that this seemingly inexperienced young man would have such sharp eyes, so quickly discovering his greatest weakness.

The severe internal injuries he sustained in the battle with the experts from the Zhenfu Division a few days ago have now recurred due to the intense fighting.

But he had no choice but to block it!

Every heavy punch aimed at his chest forced him to muster his strength to either block or deflect it.

Each exertion of force severely aggravated the old wounds in his chest and abdomen, like a dull knife churning within his internal organs.

"puff--!"

After barely managing to deflect two punches, Mao Buli finally couldn't hold back any longer. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, staining his chest and chin red.

The intense pain and the churning of his blood and qi caused his breathing to become disordered, and he staggered uncontrollably.

It's now!

How could Su Bai let go of this fleeting opportunity?

He twisted his waist and hips violently, and his right leg tore through the air like a steel whip, whistling as it swept fiercely towards the outside of Mao Buli's supporting leg, which was exposed due to his staggering!

Bang!

A solid, muffled thud.

Mao Buli felt a piercing pain on the outside of his thigh, as if his bones were about to crack. His entire leg instantly went numb and weak, and he almost collapsed to his knees.

Now that he was already injured, his mobility was greatly reduced, making it extremely difficult for him to fight or escape!

"Damn it...we're all going to die!"

Despair and excruciating pain ignited the ferocity and madness within Mao Buli.

Since we can't escape, let's drag this kid down with us!

His eyes were bloodshot, and with a roar, he completely abandoned his defenses. All his remaining strength and madness poured into his arms, making him resemble a crazed tiger as he swung his heavy, erratic fists.

He lunged at Su Bai, a desperate move aimed at mutual destruction!

"You think I'm afraid of you!"

Su Bai, equally filled with rage, did not back down.

He took a deep breath, calmed his blood and qi churning from the intense exercise, and swung his fists to meet his opponent head-on!

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!

The continuous, rapid sounds of fists clashing against flesh rang out, like a torrential downpour breaking a drum.

Mao Buli's legs were weak and his lower body was unstable. In addition, he was also impatient and agitated. Although his punches were fierce, they were already scattered.

Although Su Bai's arms were also numb from the shock, he pressed forward step by step, calmly searching for a fatal opening.

After a few rounds, Su Bai seized an opening when Mao Buli threw a punch too long. He lowered his body to avoid the punch and then unleashed a punch that had been building up for a long time, like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave. The punch struck Mao Buli's vulnerable armpit exposed by his raised arm.

Bang!

"Ugh—!"

Mao Buli let out a painful groan. The arm that had been hit instantly lost sensation and hung limply, half of his body becoming numb.

However, even a cornered beast will fight!

Almost simultaneously, Mao Buli endured the excruciating pain under his armpit and the numbness in his arm.

His other intact hand bent at an incredible angle and slammed down, the fist hitting Su Bai's waist hard!

Bang!

Su Bai felt a sharp pain in his waist, and his body involuntarily bent to the side, gasping for breath.

That punch was quite powerful; if he hadn't had the Tiger and Leopard Force protecting him, he probably would have broken several of his ribs.

But compared to him, Mao Buli was in a much worse situation.

One leg is almost useless, one arm is temporarily disabled, and his combat strength is less than one-tenth of what it used to be.

"We can't give him a chance to breathe!"

Su Bai gritted his teeth, enduring the burning pain in his waist, and charged forward again.

His fighting instincts led him to make the most direct choice—to attack the opponent's weakest point!

Like beating a drowning dog, his fists rained down on Mao Buli's useless arm and injured legs.

Boom! Boom!

"ah--!"

Mao Buli managed to block with his remaining arm, but the impact caused his skin to tear and his flesh to rip open, causing him excruciating pain.

He staggered and tried to back away, but almost fell due to his leg injury, looking quite disheveled.

"No!!!"

A desperate roar was forced from the depths of his throat, filled with resentment and bitterness.

His heart was filled with absurdity and resentment.

If it weren't for the food shortage, he wouldn't have sent people to risk their lives to find food.

He clearly instructed his men to wait for his signal to attack together, so why is there not a single person in sight until now?

Those "good brothers" who escaped from the Black Fiend Gang with him have all disappeared!

He never expected that after years of dominance, he would ultimately fall into the hands of an unknown young man!

boom!

Su Bai's final punch, gathering all the remaining strength in his body, slammed hard into Mao Buli's face, which had been weakened by despair!

"Crack!" The soft sound of the nasal bone breaking was drowned out by the force of the punch.

Mao Buli's face was covered in blood, with blood splattering from his nose mixed with other liquids.

His mind went blank for a moment, and his vision was instantly filled with darkness and stars, his consciousness fading into chaos.

But this is not the end.

Su Bai knew the importance of finishing off an opponent, so he took a deep breath and...

Several more heavy punches landed heavily on the opponent's head, face, throat, and other vital areas!

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Mao Buli's burly body finally lost all support, and like a piece of rotten wood that had been cut down, he fell straight backward and crashed heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

His eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the gray sky, with a last vestige of resentment and bewilderment, but life had been completely extinguished.

Mao Buli, the leader of the Black Fiend Gang and a martial artist at the Skin Refining Realm, is dead!

Su Bai froze abruptly, then began to breathe heavily, his chest heaving like a bellows.

This was partly because he was so afraid of not being able to kill his opponent in the last few blows that he almost exhausted all his strength.

The other half is due to the rapid drop in adrenaline after a surge in adrenaline, and... the intense physiological and psychological impact of the first murder.

The stench of blood filled the air, and the sticky feeling on his hands and the still corpse in front of him reminded him of what had just happened.

He scanned his surroundings warily and listened intently.

Logically, there shouldn't be only Mao Buli here.

During the fierce battle, he was constantly on guard against possible sneak attacks, but the expected siege did not occur until the end of the battle.

This strange situation only made him more uneasy.

But after half a day, it remained completely silent.