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"Yes. You just need to fall when I hit you, and you can earn five million. I think, for a martial artist, that's not a small amount." Jin Changxiu nodded.

"Are you South Korean?" Ren Feng asked.

"Yes, I am from South Korea."

Ren Feng waved his hand and said, "Alright, stop with the South Korea nonsense, it just makes my skin crawl. How about this, you squat down, pull your ears with your hands, and shout three times 'Cheng Fei is a dog', I'll give you ten million, how about that?"

"Are you insulting me and my country?" Jin Changxiu was immediately a bit angry.

"That's right," Ren Feng nodded and said, "In my eyes, so-called Korean bastards have nothing worthy of respect."

"You're asking for death!" Jin Changxiu roared, clenching his fist and charging at Ren Feng.

Ren Feng stood there with a cold smile, waiting for his attack. Seeing that Ren Feng didn't dodge, Jin Changxiu secretly rejoiced. The fist he had been clenching suddenly retracted into his sleeve, and a silver-white object shot towards Ren Feng like lightning.

Playing dirty?

Ren Feng raised an eyebrow, the murder intent in his eyes flared!

It was a bladed strip, glinting with a layer of silver light, appearing extremely sharp.

The blade was being pulled by a thread, barely visible under the light.

Swish!

The blade flew towards Ren Feng.

The surrounding people exclaimed in shock, this Korean was playing dirty. Even though there were no rules on the stage, using weapons was forbidden.

"You're really asking for death." Ren Feng raised his hand, True Qi burst forth, and sent the blade flying back.

"No one said weapons can't be used," Jin Changxiu sneered.

"Very well." Ren Feng smiled and nodded.

As soon as he spoke, Ren Feng's body spun around the stage like an afterimage and, in an instant, he was right in front of him.

Jin Changxiu was shocked, but before he could react, Ren Feng grabbed his wrist, stopping him from escaping, and quickly shook the silk thread hidden in his sleeve.

Instantly, that throwing knife seemed to have eyes of its own, flying back behind him.

The sound of swooshing echoed as the knife, under Ren Feng's control, spun circles around Jin Changxiu's neck. After three or four rotations, his neck was tightly bound by the slender thread.

Ren Feng grabbed his collar and slammed him hard, pushing his body fiercely backward.

Bang!

Jin Changxiu felt something behind him blocking his retreat. It was the wooden stakes used to anchor the corners of the stage.

"Spare me—" Jin Changxiu's neck was being cut open by the thread, making it hard to breathe.

"Why should I?" Ren Feng sneered, then lightning-fast lifted his foot, stomped on Jin Changxiu's face, and pushed fiercely backward.

The wood groaned ominously, and blood flowed down the smooth surface of the timber.

A ghastly sight!

The spectators around fell silent, some timid women even held their breath.

No one could have imagined that the man, who always looked delicate, slim and full of smiles, would become this cruel when enraged.

Earlier, some people offstage were commenting that Ren Feng's way of killing was too simple, not bloody or twisted enough, not thrilling, failing to deliver the blood-pumping thrill, but now, no one would ever say Ren Feng was kind or gentle again.

This was no longer a mere match, but a brutal slaughter.

Jiang Moshu watched Ren Feng on stage with a thoughtful expression, seemingly with a hint of interest.

Xia Wenxue remained the quietest person offstage, her face showing no fear. She knew that this was the real Ren Feng.

Cheng Fei's face could no longer be described as sullen or angry, even though he still wanted to maintain his elegant demeanor in front of others, the fury in his heart was visibly contorting his face slightly, noticeable to those sitting close by who could see his violently twitching eyebrows.

"Fei, do you want me to say something?" Yuu Xiaoyun cautiously suggested.

Cheng Fei nodded to Yuu Xiaoyun, as he no longer had the interest to speak.

Yuu Xiaoyun feared that if they delayed any longer, Jin Changxiu would really be stomped to death by Ren Feng.

She quickly stood up from her seat, walked to the edge of the stage, and forced a smile as she spoke to Ren Feng, "Mr. Ren, please show mercy. It's just a sparring match; if someone dies, it won't be good for anyone."

Ren Feng's gaze skimmed over Yuu Xiaoyun's face, and with just that glance, wiped away the dignity and confidence she had spent years building.

Yuu Xiaoyun couldn't clearly understand what that look represented, but she felt as though she were standing naked before his scrutinizing gaze.

Indifference, yet more of disdain, as if she were nothing in his presence.

Under this man's gaze, she found herself at a loss for words, even though she usually had a sharp tongue.

Ren Feng merely glanced at her before looking away, as if he had never even seen this woman, and focused on torturing the Korean man who had dared to use a despicable trick.

Jin Changxiu truly found himself trapped, the fine, almost invisible silver thread wrapped tightly around his neck, sharp as a knife. With any slight struggle, the thread cut deeper, and threads of blood slid down, dyeing the silver thread red.

His large, naturally untouched face was firmly pressed by Ren Feng's foot, rendering him immobile, even silencing his cries to a mere whisper.

"Release me, spare me, please!"

"What did you say?" Ren Feng deliberately feigned not hearing, and asked indifferently.

"I was wrong, please spare me!"

"Oh. I still didn't hear." Ren Feng smiled and said, "Your Huaxia Language was too unstandard when you said those words. Why don't you try saying something else? If I'm satisfied, maybe I'll spare your life."

Something else?

Jin Changxiu's head was pressed against the stake, his eyes blurred by blood. He racked his brain, trying to figure out what he wanted him to say.

Oh, understood. He previously said to shout three times that Cheng Fei is a dog, and then he would give him ten million. That should be what he wants to hear, right?

Despite knowing that Cheng Fei was the master who invited him over, and seemingly quite powerful, the man before him was far more dangerous.

If he didn't do as the man said, he would be stomped to death; if he complied, perhaps there was still a chance for survival.

Ren Feng slightly increased the pressure with his foot, causing Jin Changxiu to cry out like a slaughtered pig as the blood on the stake flowed even faster.

"I can!" Jin Changxiu shouted.

"Very good. I'm listening." Ren Feng slightly relieved the pressure with his foot.

"Cheng Fei is a dog."

"Cheng Fei is a dog."

"Louder. I can't hear you." Ren Feng ground his foot against Jin Changxiu's face as he spoke, smiling.

"Cheng Fei is a dog!" Jin Changxiu shouted hoarsely.

The entire venue fell silent, with only Jin Changxiu's raspy, heartrending shout ringing out.

"Cheng Fei is a dog..."

"Cheng Fei is a dog..."

"Cheng Fei is a dog..."

Most people present knew that Jin Changxiu was invited by Cheng Fei to deal with Ren Feng, yet now, the person he once favored was loudly degrading himself as a dog on stage. This likely was unacceptable to anyone, right?

Anger, humiliation, hatred, and an uncontrollable killing intent made Cheng Fei's hands embed into the sofa as he watched Ren Feng with bloodshot eyes.

Yang Rui felt shaken, looking at the ever-smiling Ren Feng, thinking this guy was undoubtedly a devil.

Originally he was the one who hated Ren Feng the most, but now Cheng Fei's hatred for him must be no less than Yang Rui's.

Jin Changxiu shouted until his throat was painfully dry, thinking that this should satisfy him, right?

Initially, he only said to shout three times, but he had shouted over twenty times to curry favor with him, thus he cautiously asked, "Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied. Very satisfied." Ren Feng nodded with a smile, this man did complete the predetermined workload.

"Then, can you let me go?"

"No." Ren Feng shook his head with a smile.

Jin Changxiu's eyes widened in anger, sternly shouting, "You promised me, you said as long as you're satisfied, you'd let me go, you promised! Aren't Huaxia people the most committed to their promises? How can you break your word?"

"Promise?" Ren Feng asked with a confused look, "To you, what promise do I have to keep? Truly naïve."

Crack!

With another crisp sound, Ren Feng stomped Jin Changxiu's head against the stake, snapping his neck.