Whoosh!

The Bone Strangling technique was incomparably sharp, and Asen's large and strong body, which seemed boneless, instantly wrapped around Ye Feng's limbs in the blink of an eye.

This movement valued suppleness, especially with Asen's size; practicing Jiu Jitsu to such an extent was truly terrifying.

Seeing Asen use his strongest move, Bone Strangling, many people gasped in shock. They had seen Asen instantly kill countless enemies with this move, including a Golden Boxing King who died under it.

Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Asen, who was coiling towards him like a gentle breeze stirring the willows, his eyes filled with amazement.

It must be said, this guy really had some skills!

However…

Ye Feng stood still, letting Asen's arms, which were like those of a rubber man, wrap around his own. As his body turned, Asen's soft arms tightened around Ye Feng's neck, ready to bend downwards!

"Die!!!"

A burst of cruelty and excitement shone in Asen's eyes as he couldn't believe how easily Ye Feng had been subdued, especially since being entangled by him meant certain death!

"The ten million is mine! The Oiran is mine too!"

Asen's face grew more and more excited, as if he saw Ye Feng dying, his own fame soaring, money in his left hand and a beauty in his right, his smile growing thicker.

But just as he exerted his full strength, a smile on his face froze. A surge of great force traveled from Ye Feng's body into his own soft arms.

Crack crack!!!

A series of crisp sounds followed, and Asen's arms felt as if they had snapped, torturous pain overwhelming him.

"Damn it!"

Asen was horrified to find Ye Feng's arms grabbing his soft hands, then suddenly twisting them downwards with great force!

Crack!

Even Asen's arms, as flexible as if without bone, instantly broke under this tremendous force!

Ah…

Asen was immediately drenched in cold sweat from the pain, and as he struggled to withdraw his hands and burst backward, Ye Feng's fist whistled through the air, slamming brutally into Asen's head.

Bang!

The look of horror on Asen's face was suddenly fixed as his head exploded, leaving behind a headless corpse that thudded to the ground!

Silence!

After Asen's death, the whole boxing ring fell into boundless stillness!

Every gaze turned towards the scene below, where the blood was so glaring, the headless corpse so horrifying!

At that moment, everyone's scalp felt like it was about to explode, their bodies ice-cold, as if they had plunging into an ice cellar.

"The… the Golden Boxing King is dead…"

Everyone could hardly believe it. Asen was the undefeated Golden Boxing King with a record of 539 wins, 11 draws, and no losses in 550 fights!

He achieved a terrifying count of 380 victories where he had killed his opponents within 5 seconds, and the number of Golden Belts he obtained from the international underground boxing championships was countless!

Yet now, this powerful undefeated Golden Boxing King was dead, his head blown apart, leaving a disfigured corpse!

At this moment, all the family members upstairs stood up, each shaking, as if they had not seen just a man.

But a demon, a madman!!!

At that moment, the remaining twenty or so boxers were also stunned!

They felt as if their legs were filled with lead, the corpses of their companions on the ground deeply stimulating every nerve, nearly driving them to collapse!

"No!!! Monster! You're a monster!!!"

One of the Silver Boxing Kings finally couldn't bear the bloodshed and collapsed completely, frantically running towards the exit while looking at Ye Feng in terror, violently shaking the huge iron chain.

And the rest of the boxers lost their will to fight, hiding in fear and shock!

Ye Feng wiped the bloodstain off his face, his mouth curling into a ghostly grin.

It was the most exhilarating fight he had experienced since his return to the city!

But it wasn't enough yet.

"Come on! I'll send you on your way!"

At this moment, Ye Feng's gaze landed on another Golden Boxing King, A-Wang, and his eyes were filled with a chilling intent.

The moment A-Wang felt Ye Feng's eyes on him, his body trembled, and waves of panic began to spread within his heart.

He knew very well the strength of A-Sen. At most, he could fight to a draw with him, but now facing Ye Feng, who just brutally beat A-Sen to death, he was scared!

Watching A-Wang hesitate, Ye Feng shook his head helplessly, then stepped forward toward him.

"I said, I can hardly wait!"

No sooner had he spoken than Ye Feng charged toward A-Wang like a storm.

A-Wang's scalp tingled, and in this moment of desperation, he could only use his strongest move to fight Ye Feng.

"Lift your left leg higher! Put some power into your waist!"

"Your whip kick is too low, too slow! Make it faster!"

"Punch! Kick! Mid-air roundhouse!"

...

A torrent of instructions echoed, making the familiar scene highly recognizable to the families' descendants who had attended the mixer. They remembered—it was exactly like the time before when Ye Feng fought A-Da!

Realizing this, each person felt even more terrified, which meant that even now, Ye Feng still hadn't used his full strength!

"How strong is he..."

This question surfaced in everyone's minds. Ye Feng was like an unfathomable abyss, so deep and impenetrable in their eyes.

At that moment, Ye Feng completely lost interest in A-Wang, the Golden Boxing King. He seized an opening, his palm shooting out in an instant, grabbing A-Wang's neck and then violently twisting.

Crack!

The look of terror in A-Wang's eyes froze as his head was completely turned around, to the point where he could see his own back.

Thump!

The sound of A-Wang's body dropping to the ground hit everyone like a thud in their hearts, making their faces twitch.

Ye Feng, however, didn't care about the expressions of the people around him. In a flash, he dived into the remaining boxers, unleashing a wanton slaughter.

When there were no more standing figures within the iron cage, Ye Feng's gaze slowly retracted, then lifted to look at Huang Batian upstairs.

Huang Batian was sitting with Wan Shaoling and the other young masters, trembling at this moment, desperately trying to hide their fear, but they still couldn't stop their bodies' instinctive reactions.

"He's... too strong! He must... die!!!"

Huang Batian's voice trembled. For the first time, he regretted provoking a demon like Ye Feng!

But things had come to this point, he knew it was either Ye Feng's death or his own!

With the second Death Card broken, the fear within the other members of Wan Shaoling's group was boundless.

Faced with such a godlike enemy, they felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness deep within their hearts!

"Shaoling! We must use the third Death Card! We... we can't fail this time!"

Qi Jian, Zhang Xuebing, and Gu Feng all looked toward Wan Shaoling, their faces extremely grim. If Ye Feng survived, they and their families would face catastrophe!

Wan Shaoling, of course, understood this. He nodded, then with trembling hands took out his phone, dialed a number, and made a call:

"It's time for you to take the stage..."

PS: It's late, but Qiu Feng did not go back on his word; he still wrote it! Please forgive me, everyone!

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