Chapter 19: One Punch One Kill

Li Xiaofei didn't answer Dugu Que's mocking question. He was deep in his own thoughts. The rapid sequence of events had left him reeling. Before he could react, Wu Potian and his son had been brutally killed, and the Dragon Fang Gang had been completely annihilated.

Despite Wu Potian being a seasoned veteran, he had made a fatal error on the arena, leaving himself open to an ambush. Then Chen Wenxian of the Thunderfire Gang, who had originally been allied with the Dragon Fang Gang, chose to betray them at the last moment, orchestrating the downfall of the Dragon Fang Gang members. Who would believe this wasn't premeditated?

Conspiracy. Betrayal. Massacre. This was the true nature of the martial world. It was a raw and bloody world. It didn’t matter even if you stood at the peak of the Combat Rankings. One misstep and you become a decaying corpse in the gutter.

The series of events taught Li Xiaofei a profound lesson.

There can be no mercy for your enemies in the martial world. Mercy to your enemies is cruelty to yourself.

The blood in the air stimulated Li Xiaofei's nerves. His body began to tremble slightly as he took in a deep breath.

Zhong Ling saw the trembling and felt a pang of bitterness. She was even more disappointed in Li Xiaofei. He had spoken so confidently about taking responsibility for everything earlier, but now, his boasting seemed pathetic and disgraceful.

But she didn't know that Li Xiaofei wasn’t trembling from fear, but excitement. This was the martial world he had anticipated. A stormy and bloody world. Li Xiaofei disregarded the countless pitying gazes and slowly walked out of the crowd.

"So this is the Martial God Arena." The young man raised his head, looking at the figure standing on the bodies of the fallen on the arena, and sneered. "So this is the most sacred and honorable dueling arena in Liuhe Base City's slum for the past century."

He seemed to have encountered the most ridiculous thing in the world as he started laughing. He laughed so hard that tears almost came out. Some of the martial artists from the slum lowered their heads. That chain hook had not only killed Wu Potian but also destroyed the century-old honor of the Martial God Arena battles in the slum.

"What does a first stage trash like you know?" Dugu Que's expression changed slightly as he spoke coldly. "Life and death are up to fate on the Martial God Arena. Anything is possible until the referee declares the final outcome. Wu Potian didn't even understand this and deserved to die. Why accuse me of a sneak attack?"

At this moment, Ye Xiang, the host, also spoke up, "Indeed, the battle was not over, so it doesn't count as a sneak attack."

"Sneak attack?" Li Xiaofei laughed, "Hahaha, did I accuse you of a sneak attack? No, I didn't. Why are you feeling guilty?"

Dugu Que and Ye Xiang were both stunned, a feeling of being played surging in their hearts.

"What do you mean?" Dugu Que asked coldly.

Li Xiaofei stopped laughing and said clearly, "I mean... you are a damn bastard. A scum of the lowest order."

The crowd was in an uproar as they looked at Li Xiaofei in disbelief.

Is he crazy? He still dares to curse openly in such a dire situation?

"You little bastard, how dare you insult our young master? You're courting death." Hong Jiusheng, the former leader of the Moon Manor Gang, was eager to prove himself.

He seized the opportunity and attacked. His titanium staff swung like a dragon, tearing through the air as it smashed towards Li Xiaofei.

"First one..." Li Xiaofei channeled his starforce and struck with the first technique of the Mighty Vajra Fist, the Vajra Thunderous Strike.

His fist met the titanium staff head on. Hong Jiusheng felt an indescribable, overwhelming force. The titanium staff was knocked out of his control, flying back and smashing into his own head.

Thud.

Hong Jiusheng’s massive head was forced into his own chest.

"Trash like this dares to come out and support the wicked?"

Li Xiaofei casually withdrew his fist, blowing off the dust from his knuckles.

The crowd was stunned.

What just happened?

Hong Jiusheng was famous for his fourth stage Starforce Cultivation. His ferocious Thirty-Six Paths of Wind and Thunder staff technique had dominated the slum’s Combat Rankings at fifth place for twelve years. Countless martial artists had met their end under Hong Jiusheng’s staff. Yet, Li Xiaofei had killed him with just a casual punch.

For a moment, there was dead silence.

Dugu Yilong was the first to react, shouting angrily, "Kill him!"

Xie Jing, Chen Wenxian, and Zhuang Huiyuan exchanged glances, hesitating. Although they had submitted to the Blackblood Gang, Li Xiaofei's display of strength made them uneasy.

Dugu Yilong roared furiously and shouted, "What are you waiting for? Attack! Defy me, and I'll kill you all."

Now Xie Jing and the others did not dare hesitate.

"Attack," they commanded, leading their followers in a charge towards Li Xiaofei. A variety of machetes, iron rods, spears, chainsaw swords, and long axes were all aimed at Li Xiaofei.

"Hahahaha, good!" Li Xiaofei laughed wildly. He strode forward instead of retreating. "Today, I will start a massacre and cleanse the slum of trash like you."

He struck again with the Mighty Vajra Fist's first technique, Vajra Thunderous Strike.

Boom!

One punch swept up four or five Blackblood Gang martial artists who were too slow to dodge. They exploded into a mist of blood on the spot. Li Xiaofei’s advance was like a tiger trampling through a flock of sheep. He was unstoppable.

Boom!

The next fist caused limbs and broken arms to fly, bones to shatter, and flesh to explode.

"Kill."

Li Xiaofei showed no mercy. Most of the gang members in the slum were scum and parasites. The mid to high-level members of gangs like the Blackblood Gang were the worst of the worst. Today, he intended to kill until he was satisfied with the newer and brighter world.

"Second one." Li Xiaofei locked onto his next target.

Boom!

He moved like lightning as he punched Xie Jing in the chest. The slum gang leader's body exploded into two pieces.

"Third one." Li Xiaofei's fist paved the way as he headed straight for Zhuang Huiyuan of the Little Knife Gang.

"Don't come near me!"

Zhuang Huiyuan was a hardened killer, but he turned to run, terrified by the god-like Li Xiaofei. But there was no escape. Li Xiaofei closed the distance in an instant, delivering a punch that struck Zhuang Huiyuan's back.

"Ugh." Zhuang Huiyuan's fourth stage Starforce level was shattered, and he spat blood, flying seven or eight meters before crashing into the crowd. His organs were pulped as he died.

"Fourth one." Li Xiaofei relentlessly pursued Chen Wenxian of the Thunderfire Gang. He wanted to eradicate the gang leaders who had poisoned the slum. The fourth punch disintegrated a furious and terrified Chen Wenxian into a rain of blood.

In the blink of an eye, Li Xiaofei's divine fists had brought down four notorious gang leaders who had dominated the slum for decades. No one could withstand even a single blow from him. In a mere twenty or thirty seconds, there was no one standing within ten meters of Li Xiaofei. No one dared to approach.

The Blackblood Gang martial artists trembled in fear as they retreated. Li Xiaofei stepped over blood and bones as he walked slowly towards the Martial God Arena. He bared his white teeth in a ferocious grin as he raised his middle finger at Dugu Que. He crooked his finger, beckoning his opponent.

"Come here and die," he said calmly.

At that moment, the world seemed to change color as the sun and moon lost their light. Only the young man stood tall in the center of the arena.