Perspective Medical Genius Young Master

A man covered in knife scars slowly made his way through the cages and stepped onto the stone platform. As the man called Razor reached the platform, everyone gasped, because even his face was full of scars.

Such a frightening appearance indeed possessed an intimidating aura. Take Qianxi, for example; the moment she saw him, she was startled. However, the man opposite her paid no mind to the crowd's disdain for his appearance, even when someone pointed at him and said, "Don't taint my goddess, get off the stage."

If anyone else at the scene heard that, they would probably lose their temper instantly. But this man didn't. At this moment, calling him a person might not be accurate; he seemed more like a machine, as his gaze never once left Qianxi, as if preprogrammed.

"Well, our contestant does indeed have quite a terrifying appearance, but can he resist the charm of the beautiful warrior girl?" With that, the commentator shouted, "The match starts now! The beast and the beauty are no longer in love; they're about to fight." This analogy was really quite apt.

Indeed, on the field, a battle of beauty and the beast was unfolding. In this arena, etiquette didn't exist. The two didn't even greet each other before they started. "Goddess, be careful!" someone in the stands kept shouting. However, Qianxi wasn't affected by the remarks, maintaining her quick reflexes and movements as always.

She barely dodged a heavy punch from the man called Razor and frowned because she had tried to counterattack, but this guy just didn't feel any pain. Even when Qianxi hit him, he immediately charged at her again.

It was as if her punches were not fists but spring breezes on his body, making Qianxi doubt if she really had lost her strength. Thinking about this, Qianxi delivered a heavy kick to the man's back, but what seemed like a powerful strike only lightly halted his movement.

"Is this guy made of iron?" someone in the stands remarked in disbelief. Because by now, that man had taken countless blows from Qianxi, yet he seemed to care not at all. Continuing like this, the one to fall first would surely be Qianxi.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yifei also frowned, but in stark contrast, Ren Tianye was smiling very happily because only he knew the reason. When Ren Tianye told Qianxi he needed to use the restroom earlier, she should have stopped him because he had never intended to go there.

"Mr. Ren," the assistant quietly called Ren Tianye. Hearing this, he nodded, then followed the assistant into a dimly lit room where a man with a face full of scars was sitting. Beside him was a samurai sword.

Seeing the door open, the man stood up slowly, lowered his head, and softly greeted Mr. Ren. Hearing this, Ren Tianye nodded as well, then said to the man, "You'll be fighting a woman later, how do you feel? Any confidence?" Hearing Ren Tianye say this, the man wrinkled his brow.

"Is Mr. Ren looking down on me?" the man said in a deep voice, and upon hearing this, Ren Tianye quickly laughed, patting the man's shoulder, "How could I not trust you? Where are these thoughts coming from?" With that, Ren Tianye took something out of his pocket and held it in front of the man.

It was a bottle containing some liquid. Seeing this, the man looked at Ren Tianye in confusion, not understanding what it meant. So Ren Tianye explained to him, "This will alleviate fatigue; I got it from a Chinese medicine master." Ren Tianye gave the man a reassuring look.

Upon hearing this, the man felt touched, "Drink it; you've worked hard," Ren Tianye said, waving the bottle in front of the man. Hearing this, the man quickly nodded, then opened the bottle and drank it without hesitation. Watching him drink it, Ren Tianye satisfactorily patted his shoulder.

Afterward, Ren Tianye casually gave a few more instructions and then left. As he turned to exit the room, the gentle smile on his face disappeared entirely, replaced by a sly grin. That fool really thought I gave him some kind of tonic, Ren Tianye thought, unable to hide the grin on his face.

In reality, it was not a tonic at all; on the contrary, it was extremely harmful to the body, potentially life-threatening. But why did Ren Tianye give it to the man? The reason was that, despite its harm, it could turn someone into a killing machine.

What is a killing machine? It feels nothing, knows no emotion, only kills. In this state, the person who drinks this potion can maximize their potential. That's why only those driven into a corner would use it. Plenty of people would never touch this stuff otherwise.

Ren Tianye simply didn't tell the man its real effect. After all, the man trusted him so much, Ren Tianye thought, lighting up a cigar as he slowly walked away, thinking of the raging man in the arena, Ren Tianye couldn't help but sneer.

Of course, Xiao Yifei and the others knew nothing of this. Watching Qianxi on the field, Xiao Yifei instantly regretted it because no matter how Qianxi attacked, Razor didn't react at all. As this exchange went on, Qianxi gradually found herself at a disadvantage.

Right now, Qianxi was like a person hitting a stone, failing to budge the opponent and exhausting herself. Observing Qianxi's current state, everyone felt sorry for her, as public support for the beauty was undoubtedly higher than for the beast.

At this moment, Qianxi accidentally got too close, and the man gripped her arm, then clamped her neck with his other hand, instantly subduing her on the spot, unable to move.

"Goddess!" The crowd saw Qianxi being choked hard by the man and immediately grew worried for her. "Qianxi!" At this moment, Xiao Yifei couldn't sit still, standing up and anxiously calling out to Qianxi in the ring. Hearing this, Ren Tianye mocked sarcastically, "Worried about others? Better worry about yourself first."

Speaking, his face couldn't hide its arrogant smile. Hearing Ren Tianye's words, Xiao Yifei frowned, not out of fear of losing the bet, but suspecting Ren Tianye had done something shady. Yet, there was no way to prove it now. Thinking of this, Xiao Yifei worried about Qianxi while gritting his teeth.

At this moment, Qianxi was in the most perilous situation compared to anyone else, because she was facing a life-threatening scenario. With the man's grip around her neck, she used her peripheral vision to scrutinize the man's expression. Except for his bright red eyes, he seemed no different from a machine.