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When Choi Seung-ho unleashed his signature move—a right front kick—his left leg, which served as the fulcrum of his entire body, naturally became his biggest weakness.

Lin Qi's Kanto hunting knife technique basically didn't include any leg techniques; he simply kicked out in the most primitive and ordinary way.

Even so, Choi Seung-ho, whose left leg had been struck hard, staggered and fell backward.

If he hadn't been so agile and skillful, he probably would have fallen to the ground from that kick.

In such close-quarters combat, being completely knocked down is often no different from losing. Because under normal circumstances, the enemy will never give you a chance to get back up!

Even though Choi Seung-ho managed to steady himself and avoid falling completely, he stumbled back several steps and was unable to mount a defensive stance for a moment.

But Lin Qi had no intention of pressing his advantage; he simply stood still and waited quietly for Cui Chenghao to regain his footing.

Choi Seung-ho stopped a short distance in front of Lin Qi, and for the first time, his breathing became noticeably erratic.

He slowly raised his head, not saying anything immediately, but the smile on his lips was somewhat forced, yet all the more obvious:

"...Looks like you've really found your footing. Hmm?"

"Unfortunately, that's true." Lynch shrugged. "Thank you for the opportunity you gave me before, so I won't continue the attack this time."

"But you'd better be careful next time we face off."

"Hmph." Cui Chenghao was not swayed by Lin Qi's trash talk; the fighting spirit in his eyes grew even stronger. "You better not regret your choice this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Choi Seung-ho launched another fierce attack!

It was still the same fierce leg attack, the same familiar moves: side kicks, front kicks, and consecutive kicks, with movements as fast as lightning.

Just seconds ago, Cui Chenghao used these few moves to launch a fierce offensive, forcing Lin Qi into a retreat.

But this time, the situation is different.

At this moment, Lin Qi felt his mind was clearer than ever before.

Although his body was still tired, thanks to his active mind and quick thinking, he was able to not only respond quickly to every attack from Choi Seung-ho, but also to position his hunting knife or elbow in the right place to block the opponent's moves, and even to vaguely predict the way Choi Seung-ho would attack next.

Ultimately, Choi Seung-ho's attack techniques are limited to just a few moves over and over again.

Although Choi Seung-ho has mastered these leg techniques to an extremely high degree and can apply them with great fluidity, ultimately, Taekwondo's attack methods are still too monotonous.

Realizing this, Lynch's defense became increasingly effective.

After a perfect parry, Lin Qi seized the opportunity, swung his wrist, and swung his hunting knife, slashing fiercely at Cui Chenghao's chest.

The counterattack begins now!

Cui Chenghao was startled and retreated hastily, his steps unsteady. This was the first time he had been forced back by Lin Qi's attack.

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From that moment on, the roles of offense and defense were reversed on the arena!

The crowd below watched in disbelief as all of this happened in a mere few dozen seconds—Lin Qi, who had just been being overwhelmed, suddenly began to dominate Cui Chenghao—and for a moment they forgot to cheer, shout, and curse, simply staring blankly at what was unfolding before them.

"...Oh my god, am I hallucinating?"

"I just blinked and glanced at my phone... How come that guy who's been getting beaten up all this time suddenly started fighting back?"

"Match fixed! It must be a match fixed!"

On the ring, Choi Seung-ho was also somewhat incredulous at what had happened. While defending with all his might, he gritted his teeth and spoke:

"...You've really found your rhythm. Damn it, if we win, Jenkins promised me three times the bonus he'd give me for a loss!"

"I'm sorry, it seems you won't be getting this money," Lin Qi said with a smile.

He wasn't actually as relaxed as he appeared; his fatigue was preventing him from performing at his best.

"However, rather than saying that I found my rhythm in the game, it's more accurate to say that I gradually discovered several obvious weaknesses in you during our matches."

"...Or rather, it would be more accurate to say that Taekwondo's weaknesses have been discovered."

"...What weakness?" Choi Seung-ho squinted.

"Firstly, Taekwondo emphasizes leg techniques and not punches. In defense, it makes little use of the upper body and hands. Therefore, you only have a few moves available for offense. After sparring with you for a short while, I can easily figure out your attack patterns."

"..." Choi Seung-ho remained silent, seemingly stung by Lin Qi's words.

"Secondly, your attacks are too focused on speed and lack power."

Lin Qi calmly continued, "I could tell from your previous attacks that I was too flustered to defend properly and took several kicks from you in my haste, but I'm still standing here."

"Unless you can hit a vital spot like you hit Sanchez, it's unlikely you can take your opponent down with just one or two attacks, right?"

"...That's true." Choi Seung-ho nodded somewhat helplessly. "It's an old problem of mine. After all, I'm not a professional gladiator, just a taekwondo instructor."

"In Taekwondo competitions, you score points as long as you touch your opponent. Therefore, my fighting style, like the competitive style of Taekwondo, emphasizes speed and de-emphasizes power."

"In this kind of no-holds-barred fighting ring, this habit has really held me back too much."

Lynch nodded, and took the opportunity to slow his attack:

"The last weakness is—"

"What is it?" Choi Seung-ho asked, his nerves on edge.

Lin Qi suddenly sprang up and pounced forward, instantly rushing to Cui Chenghao's side!

Cui Chenghao hurriedly retreated, but he suddenly realized that behind him was the barbed wire fence at the edge of the ring—in the previous exchange, he had been forced to the edge of the ring by Lin Qi!

This hasty and poorly made decision caused him to miss his last chance to defend.

Choi Seung-ho could only hurriedly kick out again, trying to stop Lin Qi from getting closer.

But as Lin Qi just said, because Cui Chenghao's leg technique emphasizes speed over power, this kick to Lin Qi had little effect and could not interrupt Lin Qi's movements.

Lin Qi rushed to Cui Chenghao, leaped into the air, and shouted out the second half of his previous sentence:

"The weakness is—Taekwondo has absolutely no way to deal with ground techniques!"

Before he could finish speaking, Choi Seung-ho had already been tackled to the ground by Lin Qi.

Lin Qi, who uses hunting knife techniques, doesn't actually possess any particularly sophisticated ground fighting skills, but as long as he can take down Cui Chenghao, he can gain an absolute advantage.

Because Cui Chenghao only had a piece of iron hidden in the sole of his shoe, and was otherwise unarmed; while Lin Qi had a hunting knife that gleamed coldly in his hand!

Choi Seung-ho realized this the moment he was tackled.

He sighed and cried out helplessly:

"Alright... I surrender!"

As soon as those words were uttered, the abandoned factory fell into a brief, deathly silence.

Then, deafening cheers resounded through the sky!

Lady Tatiana strode onto the ring, a hint of surprise in her eyes as she looked at Lynch. She pulled Lynch to the center of the ring and raised his hand high:

"The winner of this final match is—Razor's Gang, Lynch!"

"Based on the results of this match, I hereby declare the winner tonight to be—the Razor Gang!"