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The last bit, the crescent moon-shaped tip, was also submerged in the darkness of the clouds, while the shadows of the streetlights swayed indifferently in the wind. By the crumbling brick wall, the wind howled like a ghost, crawling through the old alley.
"Snap!"
"The thirteenth one."
This middle-aged man, wearing a duckbill cap and a mask, was so bored that he counted how many shadows he stepped into, lowering his head while silently observing the repetitive shadows—like a lively child bouncing beside him. The shadow moved ahead of him as he walked, stretching infinitely before quietly peeking out from behind him.
The alley was too quiet, so quiet that even his footsteps seemed to echo like drums.
Yet, on this dark night with a strong wind and complete silence in the alley, he was not alone.
"It's so cold!"
"Should we go back? It's almost five o'clock; who would come at this hour..."
Lin Weixing walked on, and the faint sound of conversation made him lift his face.
In front of a shop hanging a sign selling antiques, two women stood there dressed in revealing outfits, holding a sign.
It was certainly something unsavory to be soliciting customers at such a late hour, but it had long become their daily routine.
"Hey there, handsome..."
"I'm not interested in prostitutes."
"Oh! You misunderstood, handsome. We're looking for new fighters for underground fighting."
"Hmm?"
Lin Weixing stopped and turned to ask, "Underground fighting?"
"Yeah... something like that," one woman said with a smile. "We have a newcomer challenge tomorrow. You can win thirty thousand for each opponent you defeat, and you can challenge up to ten times in one day! They're all weaklings; I could take them on! Handsome, you look pretty strong; if you're short on cash, you should give it a try."
Lin Weixing paused for a moment and instinctively touched his already empty wallet.
Before being captured by Viper, Lin Weixing had been a physical education teacher at a high school.
"Hmm... are there any conditions?" Lin Weixing turned around and deliberately stomped his foot to ask.
Seeing that he was interested, the two women immediately perked up: "No! No conditions! As long as you're an adult, you can participate! No-holds-barred fighting, underground fighting! No rules!"
"No rules, huh..." Lin Weixing thought for a moment and made up his mind: "Let me give it a try."
He had great strength and had dabbled in some techniques before. These two points were his reasons for daring to sign up.
However, figuring out how to control his strength was a challenge Lin Weixing faced; at least for now, he didn't want anyone to see his wild side.
The next morning, Lin Weixing arrived at the fighting venue as promised. The shop's name suggested it sold antiques, but deep in its backyard was where underground fights took place. The cement floor and simple fencing reflected the straightforward brutality of underground fighting.
Lin Weixing reported his name to the shopkeeper and was led to the backyard.
Someone has already started fighting. Lin Weixing squeezed into the crowd and saw the person who had been knocked down being held to the ground, with someone continuously stepping on his neck. The referee quickly pulled the winner away. The loser sat on the ground, his face covered in blood.
Watching this scene, Lin Weixing couldn't help but break out in a sweat for himself, but he still fantasized about knocking his opponent down with a single punch. "I need to test what the best force feels like."
Lin Weixing stepped out of the crowd and approached a wall next to the restroom. He began to punch the wall with varying degrees of force, and soon enough, a dent appeared in the wall.
In a rational state, Lin Weixing didn't actually want to kill anyone.
"Next up, please welcome another contestant, Lin Weixing!" Amidst the applause, Lin Weixing crossed the barrier and entered the arena.
"So far, the best record for a newcomer is three consecutive wins. I wonder what kind of surprise this contestant will bring us?" The host, a beautiful woman, shouted loudly, trying to stir up the audience's emotions.
"Oh... I don't think there will be any surprises."
Lin Weixing looked at the tall, lean man in front of him, who was about six feet five inches tall, and suddenly felt flustered. The man was staring at Lin Weixing intently, but Lin Weixing quickly shifted his gaze away. It wasn't fear; it was an innate sense of timidity.
Seeing that Lin Weixing was ignoring him, the man became displeased. After the referee announced the start of the match, he approached Lin Weixing and asked, "Why aren't you looking at me, huh? Are you scared because it's your first time in the ring?"
"..." Lin Weixing remained silent, focusing intently on the man's fists.
"This punch is called 'Learn Some Manners!'" The man shouted as he swung a powerful punch! Lin Weixing couldn't dodge in time and was immediately struck, feeling dizzy.
The man sneered, thinking it was too easy and began throwing wild punches at Lin Weixing's face.
"Oh..."
Clearly, the audience had no interest in such an unexciting fight; it felt as if that man was merely venting his frustrations on stage.
But just as the man was getting into his rhythm of throwing punches, Lin Weixing suddenly snapped back to reality and grabbed the man's fist with one hand, twisting it gently!
"Ah!" The man cried out in pain.
With an expressionless face, Lin Weixing delivered a side kick that sent the man flying to the other side. Coincidentally, his head slammed against a metal pole in the arena. After a muffled groan, he collapsed in a corner and lost consciousness.
Oh my god, how strong!
All the spectators gasped in surprise before erupting into cheers for Lin Weixing, this unfamiliar newcomer.
Seeing that the man couldn't get up anymore, the referee immediately raised Lin Weixing's hand and shouted: "Winner!"
Lin Weixing simply smiled at the crowd; however, inside he felt a growing caution towards his own strength.
"Do you want to challenge the next contestant?" After stepping down from the ring, two women he had met last night approached him with smiles.
Lin Weixing nodded slightly. To be honest, he was here for the three hundred thousand. After the appetizer of that earlier match, he didn't believe anyone here could withstand his two punches.
His basic strategy against opponents was simple: first, he would feign weakness, allowing his opponent to pummel him for a while, and then he would strike back, controlling his strength to finish them off within three moves at most.
From morning to afternoon, and from afternoon to evening, wherever Lin Weixing fought, the backyard would be packed with gamblers eager to place their bets, all amazed by his prowess.
People surrounded him, placing bets and showering him with tips. Before he knew it, Lin Weixing had already racked up over three hundred thousand in winnings, with even forty percent coming from audience tips.
Just as he was contemplating whether to take the money and leave, a beautiful hostess burst through the crowd, grabbing his hand and saying, "Our champion just sent me to tell you that he wants to meet you! If you lose, it’s fine; he’ll cover all your medical expenses. If you win, the prize is six hundred thousand!"
"Wow!"
The crowd erupted in excitement; a visual feast was about to unfold! However, Lin Weixing merely smiled and said, "I’m done fighting for today. I’m so tired."
The woman persisted, "He said if you run away, you’re a coward who can’t face a strong opponent. Even your wife would look down on you in bed!"
At this, everyone burst into laughter and began chanting, "Fight! Fight! Fight..."
"Coward?" Lin Weixing felt a surge of anger rising within him as he struggled to control his emotions.
"Six hundred thousand? I’m in!"
"Great!" The crowd surged with renewed energy.
Throughout the previous matches, Lin Weixing had been suppressing the fury within him. He wasn’t afraid of his opponent; he feared losing control of himself.
Fighting underground boxing was extremely dangerous for someone like him who had become almost beast-like. He knew this well. But for the sake of pride and to scrape by in life, he stood on the final stage of competition.
His opponent turned out to be a two-meter-tall black man known as Black Bear, whose bulk was easily double that of Lin Weixing.
Looking at this skinny figure before him, Black Bear spat disdainfully and greeted him in broken Chinese: "So you’re the big shot with ten consecutive wins."
Lin Weixing smiled and bowed slightly, humbly replying, "Not a big shot; I hope to learn from you."
"Good! I admire your composure under pressure!"
Black Bear was indeed from the boxing world and was willing to lower himself to respect his opponent.
"Now then, let me see your strength," he said.
With that, both Black Bear and Lin Weixing raised their fists to guard their faces and began circling each other, throwing scattered punches to test one another.
However, gradually Black Bear increased his attack speed until punches fell like rain! Lin Weixing found himself unable to find solid ground as he realized this guy was not someone he could fight using normal strength!
But he realized this too late.
"Bang!"
With a sharp sound of impact, Lin Weixing was sent flying by Black Bear's uppercut.
"You’re not so impressive after all; I thought you practiced some martial arts," Black Bear relaxed completely and threw another punch casually. Lin Weixing attempted to catch it but failed miserably.
Lin Weixing, knocked down by the black bear, tried to get up but was firmly pinned to the ground by the bear's foot.
"Remember this!" the black bear shouted, raising its arm.
"I am the king here!"
"Black Bear! Black Bear..." The audience waved their belongings, cheering for the black bear.
"Hey, if you have the ability to let me go, I can still stand up!" Lin Weixing said with a cold smile, despite having his nose broken and looking like nothing was wrong.
The black bear furrowed its brow, sensing something was off, but in front of the audience, it pretended to be magnanimous and lifted its foot: "Haha, fine! I'll let you get up; let's see how long you can last!"
As soon as it moved its foot, Lin Weixing suddenly sat up like a zombie, grabbed the black bear's calf, and yanked it down to the ground! Unable to suppress his inner rage any longer, Lin Weixing threw a punch that made a loud crack against the bear's cheekbone! The black bear screamed in agony as Lin Weixing roared and threw another punch.
Blood splattered everywhere!
It was over; what he was throwing wasn't just punches but...
It seemed he had reached his limit; at some point, bone spikes had emerged from Lin Weixing's arms and pierced into the black bear's chest!
Everyone was stunned; in their moment of hesitation, they saw Lin Weixing's eyes instantly fill with blood red.
Flames burned in his chest cavity, and his heartbeat quickened! Lin Weixing could feel all his bones deforming. He threw his head back and roared as his fingertips became sharper.
Lin Weixing had completely undergone feralization.
People began to retreat in panic, yet they still didn't realize the severity of the situation!
Lin Weixing suddenly turned around and fixed his gaze on a man in a suit wearing a gold necklace in the crowd below. He lunged into the crowd like a leopard and effortlessly bit through the man's neck!
Now, chaos erupted among the crowd as they screamed and fled like sheep awaiting slaughter. Lin Weixing charged left and right, killing anyone he caught. Gradually, blood pooled together in the backyard's ditches, forming a river of blood! In just a few seconds, Lin Weixing had created a horrifying massacre. The screams echoed throughout the yard, sending chills down spines.
The smell of blood filled the air as the frenzied beast jumped around; the horrific slaughter showed no signs of ending. Bodies lay scattered across the ground in pieces. It wasn't until survivors rushed out and locked the door tightly that Lin Weixing slowly retracted his bone spikes and stood up like a normal person.
"Hehe, the feeling of slaughter, hahahaha..." Lin Weixing chuckled grimly.
The massacre in Old Street of City D shocked the entire nation; over thirty innocent lives were brutally taken! Due to the severity of the case, the police department of City D requested assistance from Military Base in City S, hoping that former police officer Jiao An could help solve it quickly.
Upon arriving at the scene, even battle-hardened Jiao An felt nauseous at the bloody sight.
After completing the process of taking photos and samples, Jiao An said to an officer, "In a few days, our military base will send troops to City A to hunt down the Viper Organization. I might not be able to participate in solving this case for a while. Here are some images I've collected; I hope they help you. I'll return once our operation is complete."
At that moment, Jiao An noticed something unusual about a bloodstain beneath one of the bodies—it appeared to have been deliberately carved into. She decisively kicked aside the body, revealing a line of words written in blood—
"My name is Xie Ren, until we meet again!"
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