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Jenkins threw a punch, and Lynch instinctively raised his knife to block it.

Logically speaking, a fight between a knife and a fist should be quite simple.

That was exactly what Lynch planned. In his mind, he could use the length of the knife to easily deal with Jenkins, who only used a pair of brass knuckles as weapons, and thus more easily figure out Jenkins' attack patterns.

But the moment the blade clashed with the brass knuckles, his expression froze, his brows furrowed instantly, and the veins on his arm bulged.

The power and speed of Jenkins' punch far exceeded Lynch's expectations!

Seeing Lynch's surprised expression, Jenkins burst into laughter:

"What's wrong, kid? Something's not right?"

As he spoke, Jenkins continued his actions, throwing several powerful punches at Lynch:

"Although I'm already in my thirties, there's a reason why I dared to schedule myself for the final, headlining match!"

"I'm not old enough to be easily dealt with by a brat like you. If you really want to prove your strength to me, you'd better be on your guard!"

Lynch had no intention of responding to Jenkins. The moment he caught Jenkins' first punch and realized something was wrong, all of Lynch's attention was focused on the fight!

Although he only had a pair of brass knuckles and a pair of fists, Jenkins' attack was far more ferocious than Lynch had imagined.

Jenkins' punches were incredibly rhythmic—jabs, hooks, side punches—each coming from a different angle, leaving Lynch struggling to keep up.

Not to mention, each of his punches was exceptionally powerful; whenever the metal ring on his brass knuckles collided with the hunting knife, the impact would make Lin Qi's hand ache. He had to grip the hilt with all his might to prevent the knife from slipping from his grasp!

Even more terrifying than that is that even though Lynch was fully focused, he could only barely keep up with Jenkins' punching speed!

Under such a barrage of punches, Lin Qi could only struggle to parry, and even holding the knife in his hand was extremely difficult. His previous plan to find an opportunity to counterattack was completely impossible!

Seeing that the fourth and final match was so intense right from the start, the audience around the ring erupted in cheers:

"As expected of the Mafia boss, Jenkins' punches are truly formidable!"

"Kill that Asian kid!"

"That's strange. I didn't expect that Asian guy, who was so strong before, to be able to barely hold on under Jenkins' punches... I really don't know if my bet was right or wrong."

Lynch, of course, had no time to pay attention to the rumors outside the ring, and focused solely on blocking Jenkins' punches.

Unexpectedly, after a barrage of heavy punches, Jenkins suddenly stopped, took two steps back, and stood still not far in front of Lynch.

Seeing that the other party suddenly stepped back, Lin Qi didn't know what Jenkins meant, but at least he had a precious chance to catch his breath.

Lynch tried to catch his breath and shook his aching arms, looking at Jenkins with a puzzled expression.

Seeing Lynch's blank expression, Jenkins burst into laughter:

"Hahahaha... Lin Qi, how were my punches?"

"...Very strong."

Faced with this situation, Lin Qi frankly admitted, "If you hadn't suddenly stopped, I can't say how much longer I could have persisted."

"But why did you suddenly stop?"

Faced with Lynch's questioning, Jenkins just chuckled:

"What, do you want me to keep fighting?"

"That's not entirely true..."

"I just think that since we've already made an agreement, there's no need to fight so hard," Jenkins said with a sly smile. "If I keep fighting, you might catch me off guard and get punched hard. It wouldn't be good if you got hurt."

"Now that you've witnessed my strength, kid Lin Qi, do you still want to continue fighting?"

Hearing Jenkins's explanation, Lynch calmed down a little.

No, something's wrong.

The two were complete strangers meeting for the first time, and as natural adversaries, he simply couldn't believe Jenkins would be so kind.

There must be some other reason... His sudden stop couldn't possibly be because he was taking care of himself!

...Don't rush, calm down and think it over carefully!

Lin Qi was panting heavily. Although he knew he couldn't rush things, the soreness and weakness in his body after the hard-fought defeat he had just managed to cope with were still very real, making his already anxious and flustered mind even more agitated.

After waiting for several dozen seconds, seeing that Lynch had not responded, Jenkins' smile gradually disappeared.

"What, kid, still not convinced?"

"Then—let's do it again!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jenkins charged forward again, his iron fists raised!

The two were not far apart to begin with, and Lin Qi hastily raised his knife again to defend himself.

This time, he parried even more frantically. Although he still didn't get hit by Jenkins' brass knuckles, his deflection technique became increasingly crude.

For a moment, the clanging of metal against metal filled the air.

Each ear-piercing collision meant that Lynch had failed to smoothly deflect the force from Jenkins' fist, and instead had to take the blow with his own strength!

Before he could even take a few punches, Lin Qi was already feeling exhausted.

At that moment, he seemed to have truly transformed into a hunter, knife in hand, struggling to clear land in the icy wilderness outside Shanhaiguan.

And Jenkins in front of him was like a giant bear that was going berserk and waving its thick, sharp claws!

Upon seeing this scene, Sanjar, standing outside the ring, finally couldn't help but shake his head.

He had thought that Lynch might have a tough time against Jenkins, but he didn't expect that after two rounds of matches, Lynch could only barely defend and was completely outmatched!

But Sanjar does not believe this is a matter of strength.

If Lynch could use the "perfect force deflection" technique he used against Tom, he might even be able to defeat Jenkins!

"...It's still a problem with his mindset," Sanjar muttered to himself from the audience.

However, he didn't have too high expectations. After all, even if Lin Qi agreed to this match, he would still have to face Choi Seung-ho, the strongest Taekwondo user on paper, in his next match!

Even if Lin Qi is strong, after fighting two matches, he would be exhausted and have to play a third match against such a master. It seems unlikely that he would win!

Therefore, although Sanjar was slightly disappointed, he didn't care too much and instead used his mobile phone to contact a professional medical team.

For a rare talent like Lynch from the Razor Clan, if he gets injured, we must find the most professional team to provide him with immediate medical care!

However, just as Sanjar was preparing for defeat backstage,

On the ring, after a fierce attack, Jenkins suddenly stopped.

After quickly taking two steps back to create some distance, Jenkins, slightly out of breath, laughed:

"What's wrong, kid Lin Qi? Are you convinced this time?"

Lynch was in a much worse state than Jenkins; he was panting heavily, and his collar was almost completely soaked with sweat.

However, in the face of Jenkins's provocation, he simply stared at him without making any response.

"Still don't want to surrender?" Jenkins frowned slightly, about to say a few more words of persuasion, when he saw a smile suddenly appear on Lynch's face, which was flushed from the fierce battle.

Lynch's eyes were clear and bright:

"I understand now."