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Tom became increasingly panicked after realizing that he had failed to hit Lynch with his two blows.

He hurriedly retreated, his steps faltering, and he almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

At the same time, he continued to swing his long staff desperately, trying to force Lin Qi, who was rushing towards him, back, or at least to land two blows on him.

When a person suffers substantial injury, the pain will slow down their speed to some extent.

But the more anxious Tom was to stop Lynch from getting closer, the more frantic his movements became when wielding the long stick; the more frantic his movements, the less he could touch Lynch.

In an instant, Lynch had closed to within ten steps of Tom. If he rushed forward another two or three steps, the tip of his knife would be able to touch Tom's body.

Tom's retreating steps became increasingly frantic. Suddenly, he felt as if he had bumped into something slightly elastic, sharp, and cold behind him, and a needle-like pain shot through his lower back.

He suddenly realized that behind him was the outermost barbed wire fence of the ring!

There's nowhere left to retreat!

Tom, who had never expected Lynch to be so agile, found himself in dire straits in the blink of an eye.

The young Black man gritted his teeth, a fierce determination surging within him.

Since there's nowhere left to retreat, I might as well stop letting this guy lead me by the nose! Even though I only have a long staff, I might still win if I fight him head-on!

Thinking this, Tom gripped the end of the long stick and swung it with all his might!

However, perhaps because he was focused on charging forward, Tom saw that the Asian guy charging towards him didn't react or dodge at all this time!

He was suddenly overjoyed!

This strike might actually hit!

Not only could Tom see that the blow would hit, but the crowd outside the ring, who had completely lost hope in Tom after witnessing Lynch's ghostly movements, couldn't help but erupt in cheers when they saw Lynch about to be struck:

"Oh no! Hey buddy, get out of the way! I was just praising you, don't fall down like this!"

"I knew that yellow-skinned monkey was just incredibly lucky to have dodged those two attacks! Look, he's about to get his brains smashed out!"

Sanjar couldn't help but take a few steps closer to the ring, his face revealing a hint of tension that was hard to detect. Clearly, even he felt that Lynch might be in serious trouble this time.

Sanchez, who had initially looked tense when he saw Lynch pushing Tom back, finally relaxed upon seeing this scene and sneered from the side.

"Hmph, I thought he was some kind of expert!"

"I bet he'll soon end up like that good-for-nothing Diego, slinking off the stage in disgrace!"

However, just when everyone thought that Lin Qi was about to be caught off guard and take the heavy blow, Lin Qi suddenly turned his body slightly to the side and raised the arm holding the knife at a clever angle.

The movement was very small, so it could be completed extremely quickly. To onlookers, it appeared as if Lin Qi had deliberately extended his arm, preparing to use his forearm to block the incoming long staff!

In an instant, the audience gasped in surprise:

"Has he gone mad! Trying to stop that iron-clad staff with his bare flesh is simply impossible!"

"Even if he manages to block that attack, his arm will definitely be broken! He's using his dominant arm, the one that holds the knife. Once it's broken, he won't be a match for Tom anymore!"

"The Mafia is going to win!"

However, in the blink of an eye, Lynch's actions did not end there.

He gripped the knife hilt with his hand behind his back and rotated his wrist.

In the blink of an eye, the back of the hunting knife was pressed tightly against his forearm, protecting it like an arm guard!

The next second, the sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out!

"clang!"

The long stick slammed hard against the blade, producing a piercing clang.

But the scene that everyone outside the arena had anticipated did not occur. Before everyone's eyes, the iron-clad part of the long staff slammed heavily into the blade pressed against Lin Qi's forearm.

Surprisingly, it bounced to the side in a smooth arc, following the angle of Lynch's forearm!

The powerful blow only left a tiny scratch on the blade of Lin Qi's hunting knife, causing no real damage whatsoever, and was easily neutralized by Lin Qi!

Tom was shocked, breaking out in a cold sweat in an instant, so astonished that he even forgot to breathe.

He couldn't understand why his all-out strike hadn't caused any damage, but he could see that after blocking his blow, his opponent had already rushed in front of him!

Ruined!

Tom hurriedly raised his long stick to try to block, but in his panic, he couldn't even lift the stick properly.

At the same time, before he could frantically raise his stick to defend himself, Lin Qi had already raised his hunting knife and slashed down fiercely!

Tom's legs buckled and he collapsed to the ground.

Inside the motorcycle helmet, he had closed his eyes in despair.

However, the expected excruciating pain did not come.

Although the knife swung down hard due to inertia, Lynch eventually stopped, and the blade fell lightly, stopping gently at Tom's neck.

Lynch stood looking down at Tom, holding a knife in one hand, his voice calm:

"The battle is over. Surrender, I don't want to hurt you."

To stop when you've reached your limit is the traditional martial virtue of Tokyo University.

Lin Qi had no grudge against the young black man in front of him. Although they were fighting in an unrestricted underground boxing match, he didn't want to hurt others if he could.

It's just a friendly exchange; there's no need for bloodshed.

At least that's what Lynch thought.

Seeing Lynch suddenly deflect Tom's fatal blow with some skill and then cleanly end the match with a slash, the audience outside the ring was stunned for a moment, then erupted in deafening cheers:

"Holy crap! How did you do that?! It's like a parry in an action game!"

"I don't know, I guess it's Tokyo University Kung Fu! Hehe!"

"This Asian guy's movements are so fast I can't even see them, but his fluid and graceful moves are so cool! I'm starting to like him!"

"His decision to spare the life at the last minute was also very cool!"

"Sending such a top-tier fighter to fight the Mafia is an absolute stomp! He beats the Mafia's fighters like he's torturing kindergarten children!"

Meanwhile, Tom sat on the ground, panting heavily.

Upon hearing Lynch's suggestion, he did not answer immediately, but instead raised a trembling hand and slowly lifted the visor of his motorcycle helmet.

"Ha...ha...I can't take it anymore, I can't breathe with this on...let me catch my breath..."

Lin Qi remained noncommittal, shrugging his shoulders, giving himself time to catch his breath and patiently awaiting the other party's reply.

Tom gasped for several seconds before he could catch his breath. He listened to the cheers and laughter around him, then struggled to lift his eyelids and glanced at Lynch, his eyes filled with conflict and hesitation.

"I... vote..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly launched an attack, kicking Lin Qi hard in the groin!