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Tom's sudden, flying kick was both fast and powerful.

Clearly, he had used these underhanded tactics quite often during street brawls.

However, when Tom kicked down, he didn't feel the real sensation of his leg flying through the air; it just kicked in the air.

That sudden kick missed completely!

From the moment Tom decided to launch the sneak attack to the moment he actually kicked out, only half a second elapsed.

Logically, this kick should have been so fast that even Tom himself couldn't have reacted, but to his astonishment, he discovered that before he kicked it,

The Asian young man who was pointing a knife at him was already making a dodge motion!

Was that a prediction?! Or a coincidence?!

Tom missed his kick, but he had created space for himself and quickly stood up, leaning on his cane.

But after Lin Qi miraculously dodged his kick, his eyes were filled with near-fearful astonishment as he looked at the young Asian man in front of him.

The person in front of me seems to be able to read everything I'm thinking!

At the same time, Lin Qi took a few steps back, slowly regained his balance, and coldly looked at the young black man in front of him.

He actually dodged the kick by a flustered coincidence, all because of a series of unforeseen circumstances.

Lynch had absolutely no idea that Tom was going to launch a sneak attack.

But just seconds earlier, when he held the knife to Tom's neck, a strong sense of crisis suddenly shot through his spine like an electric current.

A sense of crisis suddenly emanated from the young black man in front of me; [Rat's Sense] had been activated!

Although he didn't know why, Lynch instinctively tried to distance himself from the source of the sense of crisis.

So he instinctively dodged to the side, and coincidentally, just as he made the dodging motion, Tom's insidious kick came out at that very moment.

That's why, by a twist of fate, Lynch narrowly escaped Tom's kick.

Although Lynch was lucky enough to dodge Tom's sneak attack thanks to the skill's warning, he still felt a lingering fear.

If that kick really landed...

Lin Qi looked down at his lower body and felt a phantom pain.

That's why, when he looked up again, there was no trace of pity in his eyes.

Tom trembled under that gaze and stammered as he spoke:

"Um... actually, it was just my subconscious reaction just now, if you don't mind..."

However, he received a cold response from Lynch:

"Further words are pointless. Since you don't want to surrender... then I'll just give you a quick death!"

Before he finished speaking, Lynch had already charged at Tom with his sword drawn!

The two were extremely close. Tom was already at his limit and didn't react to Lynch's attack at all. Even if he could react, he wouldn't have the strength to raise his stick to block.

A flash of cold light appeared, and Lin Qi precisely slashed at the opponent's wrist with his knife. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere!

"Ugh—!"

Tom let out a heart-wrenching scream, clutching the deep, bone-revealing wound on his wrist, and collapsed to the ground, groaning in agony.

The iron rod fell to the ground, clearly indicating that he had completely lost the ability to fight.

The outcome is decided!

Lady Tatiana strode into the arena, glanced at her fallen opponent, then looked up at Lynch and announced in a loud voice:

"The winner of the second match—Razor Gang, Lynch!"

As Lady Tatiana delivered her verdict, a brief silence fell over the factory, followed by deafening cheers.

"That was a beautiful play!"

"This is absolutely not the kind of force the Razor Shields should send against a small gang like the Black Hand. They're definitely using this as training grounds! I feel like I'm seeing a new star rise!"

Some gamblers who lost money were also indignant:

"How on earth did that kid block that long stick? And how did he dodge that kick?! I don't believe it!"

"Is this match being fixed? I need to have my cards checked!"

This unreasonable entanglement was quickly drowned out by the shouts and curses of the crowd:

"What nonsense about match-fixing! Those two gangs are huge and powerful; do you think they'd care about the money from a small betting ring like ours?"

Lin Qi paid no attention to the rumors. After hearing the verdict that he had won, he wiped the knife in his hand clean and then walked off the stage without looking back.

Sanjar and the Razor Clan were already waiting for him by the ring.

Upon seeing Lynch approach, Sanjar couldn't help but break into a slight smile, his usually serious face now showing one of them.

"You played well. I thought you hadn't been able to control your mentality halfway through, but now it seems I was wrong."

"With your skill level, you wouldn't need to exert much effort in this kind of match, so your mentality wouldn't be affected. I underestimated you."

Before Lin Qi could respond, he patted Lin Qi on the back again and laughed:

"Don't worry, I will report your performance to Boss Vesalio truthfully tonight."

"With your strength, even if you only cooperate with our Razor Clan as a mercenary, we will definitely give you the treatment you deserve. This is our respect for the strong!"

Lin Qi nodded, thinking that it was fortunate that the lights outside the ring weren't too bright, which could cover his slightly flushed face from being praised.

Having experienced so many setbacks and witnessed so many terrible things during this period, Sanjar's assurances truly improved his mood considerably.

Even Sanjar, who originally looked repulsive, now seemed somewhat approachable.

Lynch nodded calmly, then said to Sanjar:

"Thank you, I believe you. May I go and rest now?"

"Of course! Go and get some rest. You've successfully completed your mission tonight." Sanjar smiled warmly as he pulled over a few of the Razor Gang's underlings and instructed them to take Lynch downstairs for a good rest.

He wasn't just happy because Lynch won the match; he valued Lynch's demonstrated ability.

A calm demeanor under pressure, rapid reflexes, and an almost precognitive ability...

Sanjar believed that with Lynch's addition, the Razor Gang's record against their arch-rivals, the Horse Gang, would look much better in the future!

That's why he was so polite to Lynch.

Lynch calmly walked out of the crowd and found a seat to rest, surrounded by the Razor Gang's underlings.

The crowd dispersed, leaving only a grim-looking Sanchez standing in front of Sanjar.

Sanchez's face was contorted, and he gritted his teeth:

"Impossible... I refuse to believe it! How could such a thin, small person..."

"But that's the truth, Sanchez." Sanjar's face darkened as he looked at Sanchez. "I told you not to judge a book by its cover, but you persisted. And you've repeatedly harassed Lynch."

"So you should thank him. Luckily, Lin Qi has a stable mindset and enough skill, and he didn't lose the match because of your harassment. Otherwise, I would have held you responsible."

"You're playing in the next match, so play well. Don't let me down."

He patted Sanchez on the shoulder indifferently, then walked away, seemingly too lazy to even glance at Sanchez's match from the ring.

Sanchez's eyes were bloodshot, and he was almost losing his mind.

At this moment, only one thought remained in his mind:

We absolutely cannot lose the next game! We absolutely cannot let that newcomer, this little guy, so easily ride on his head again!