Chapter 67 - Power Contest (2/2)

His jumping ability and offensive moves combined into one extreme force. If someone had received that elbow blow while lying on the floor, they would have undoubtedly been killed or crippled.

Xiao Luo crossed both arms over his head and adopted a wholly defensive stance.

“Boom!”

Song Jianan again descended with the force of a landslide or a meteorite smas.h.i.+ng into the earth. Like a surging wave, his terrifying power crashed down. It displaced the air below him, which accelerated and howled out like a roaring gale.

Xiao Luo’s body shot backward like a cannonball, and his body crumpled into a “C”-shape from the sheer speed at which he flew. He slipped through the ropes, landing roughly on the ground 2-3 yards away, like a speeding car cras.h.i.+ng to a stop.

All the bystanders were stunned. They’d always heard that Song Jianan had real skills and was strong as black bear, but they had never seen him in a fight. Now that they had seen him in action first-hand, they knew how fearsome he could be.

He was practically a black bear in human form!

The mixed martial arts club members were overjoyed. They even forgot their injuries for a while. However, looking at Xiao Luo motionless on the ground, they felt a tinge of worry. They wondered to themselves: Has the boss beaten this guy to death?

“For the two crimes of hitting my friends and stealing my girl, you were doomed to suffer today, Xiao Luo,” Song Jianan taunted coldly. A broad sneer formed on his face as he continued, “I heard you boasting a couple of days ago that you were going to cripple one of my hands. Now that I’ve beaten you halfway to death like a dog, how do you plan to maim me?”

“Heh heh heh heh heh! ”

Xiao Luo’s shoulders quivered almost imperceptibly as the cold, sharp laugh emanated from him. It was like the chilling laugh of a devil. It made everyone present feel a chill deep in their soul, as though the temperature at the training ground had dropped to freezing.

Song Jianan was no exception, and the expression on his face promptly froze.

At that moment, Xiao Luo’s body moved. He crawled up slowly from the ground, like a bloodthirsty demon breaking out of h.e.l.l, and his chilling presence filled every corner of the room.

“Let’s go again!”

Cracking his neck left then right, Xiao Luo moved back toward the ring with ma.s.sive strides.

With every step forward, his bearing increased explosively, and everyone watching felt a crus.h.i.+ng pressure. They watched him advance unblinking and in a daze.

Xiao Luo pulled apart the ropes and put his feet through. Xiao Luo was back in the ring.

With his s.h.i.+ning black hair, handsome eyebrows, sharp black eyes, and tall, exquisite figure—large without looking rugged—he stood there with the cold arrogance of a hawk and looked down at everyone beneath him.

“You-you’re unhurt?”

Song Jianan paled. It was already a miraculous feat for someone to take one of his full-force blows without fainting. But from the way Xiao Luo had casually walked back into the ring, he did not seem to be hurt in the slightest.

The others watching were stunned. It was likely that n.o.body in the whole of Jiangcheng could withstand one of Song Jianan’s elbow strikes. Yet, Xiao Luo had blocked it directly with his arms and was completely unharmed. How was that possible?

Was this guy some freak of nature?

Fear was struck deep in the hearts of everyone present.

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