The Boxing God's face twisted in an expression resembling constipation, contorted in a bizarre manner.
At this moment, he no longer had the fierce, dominating aura he had before.
Just a second ago, while he was momentarily distracted, one of countless tiny stones flying like pouring rain hit a particular spot on his pants.
Right now, he's tightly clutching his legs, both hands covering the affected area, his face turning an embarrassing shade of black.
The dignified Eighth Hermit, revered in the international underground world, was unexpectedly struck in a vulnerable area, experiencing an egg-cracking pain and a heart-wrenching humiliation, making him want to tear the person in front of him into pieces.
Just as this thought arose, it was pushed aside, as more stones came rushing in from various tricky angles.
The Boxing God couldn't care less about appearances and could only dodge the stones in the most desperate yet effective way.
"L, I swear, I will kill you, I vow to tear you apart…" The Boxing God screamed.
The Boxing God was in excruciating pain; tears almost leaked from the corner of his eye before he was struck once more in his most vulnerable spot by another damned stone.
"Eighth Hermit, you're so tough!" Lin Hai's hearty laughter echoed throughout the narrow alley.
What a disgrace! The Boxing God internally cursed Lin Hai's ancestors for nearly eighteen generations.
However, this did not alleviate his current dire predicament.
The faint sound of glass breaking was piercing under the dark night sky.
The Boxing God froze entirely, even forgetting to dodge the stones, staring at the half-broken syringe in his hand as black-red viscous liquid dripped to the ground.
Earlier, he was completely focused on the spot on his pants, neglecting the protection in his hand.
Stunned the Boxing God, cold sweat breaking out all over him.
He'd lost his lifeline and was unsure whether he could defeat Lin Hai.
For a person, the most crucial is not the strength, but the awareness and confidence to fight.
Give a coward a weapon, and perhaps an unarmed killer can defeat him.
For nothing but courage, confidence, firm belief, the true heart of a strong person.
The small stones ceased their attack.
Lin Hai approached the Boxing God step by step. Fınd the newest release on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵
Now, there was no need for tricks.
Someone's fists, long hungry, were ready for a sweaty lesson in life for the Boxing God.
At present, Lin Hai's strongest finishing moves are Seven Kills and Breaking Army Fist.
The Boxing God discarded the broken syringe, gritting his teeth, and charged forward with a roar.
His fist, like a massive iron hammer, pounding fiercely onto Lin Hai.
Lin Hai's Seven Kills Fist, quicker by a second, swung upward, striking the Boxing God's chin.
The sound of the chin breaking rang out.
Mouthfuls of blood mixed with teeth spewed forth.
The Boxing God's entire body flew backwards in the air, landing with knees barely touching the ground without collapsing.
His eyes were filled with deep astonishment.
How had this punch suddenly become so powerful!!!
The forbidden technique of Huaxia naturally had a miraculous effect, while its combat power was also unparalleled.
The following fist technique arrived again.
The whistling wind and Gang Qi resonance sound seemed to blow the Death God's horn.
The Boxing God barely raised his arms to resist.
Yet found that the seemingly plain fist, when approaching his arms, suddenly accelerated towards his abdomen.
"Impossible! What technique is this!" The Boxing God's eyes were red with veins, his mouth agape in indescribable shock.
His abdomen took a solid punch, the Boxing God's entire back arched forward, his clothes exploding with a "pop," exposing a densely muscled back.
A mouthful of blood sprayed to the ground, blood mixed with flesh, this punch had severely injured his internal organs.
Internal bleeding, and at such a critical level.
"Let me tell you a secret."
Lin Hai stood above the helpless Boxing God, looking down at this heap of muscle like a mountain, smiling playfully.
"What... secret!" The Boxing God struggled to speak.
"Actually, I am King Yan."
The Boxing God's eyes opened wide, almost popping out, his heart stirred like raging waves.
The news was utterly shocking.
"You... how could you have two identities…"
"Haha, you can ask others when you get to hell."
Lin Hai grabbed the Boxing God by the neck, shaking his wrist.
The crisp sound echoed in the ears.
The Boxing God's throat was completely crushed, neck and spine splitting apart.
Until the last moment, the Boxing God's hands still retained their raised defensive posture, his face's last expression still marked by surprise.
Seconds later, the expression of surprise faded away, transformed into a deathly gray, life irreversibly terminated.
Perhaps, until his death, the Boxing God only realized how ridiculous and off-mark his mistakes were.
Some things, one wrong step, destined to be wrong step after step, and the cost of such errors is death that cannot be borne.
Lin Hai's hand still clutched the Boxing God's neck, the power of Holy Blood within him stirring, frenziedly absorbing the remaining Gang Qi and essence from the corpse.
A minute later, Lin Hai felt his Gang Qi once again reaching the critical point of saturation.
He was very familiar with this state; it felt every time he was on the brink of a breakthrough.
Next, as long as he finds time to comprehend, he might successfully break through to become a Peak Supreme Strong.
After disposing of the Boxing God's corpse, Lin Hai picked up the snacks and drinks he bought from the ground, striding back to the rental room, acting as if nothing had happened.
"Brother Lin, you're back."
Seeing Lin Hai return with items, the anxious Lin Mengru jumped up from the bed and ran over to Lin Hai with small steps.
For some reason, Lin Mengru always felt a sense of dependence and a comforting feeling of safety as long as Lin Hai was nearby.
"Brother Lin, are you okay?"
Situ Mingyue also came over.
Today, Lin Hai's willingness to take responsibility alone fascinated Situ Mingyue.
Especially since most campuses today are rife with young men, effeminate types abound, yet deep down, girls still long for the protective demeanor of a real man.
"I'm fine, haha, already took care of the situation." Lin Hai said with a smile.
"Here, I brought you some night snacks."
Situ Mingyue and Lin Mengru exchanged glances, feeling shy as they looked at Lin Hai, saying, "Brother Lin, these snacks cost over a hundred bucks... It's too embarrassing."
"Haha, what's embarrassing about it? Brother Lin had a lucky escape today, happy times, just remember Brother Lin when you make it big in the future," Lin Hai said pamperingly.
Both girls felt immense gratitude in their hearts.
Both were lonely, so even a small gesture of concern was enough to melt their hearts, with the source of their emotion being found in the ordinary.