Sun Yue was stunned.
When the Siam Fist master leapt forward towards Yang Chen, Sun Yue’s heart was in her throat.
Seeing the Siam Fist master strike with his elbow at Yang Chen, Sun Yue almost instinctively wanted to close her eyes, silently thinking it’s over!
If Yang Chen was hit by this elbow, he would surely die!
At this mont, she felt that bringing Yang Chen here was a huge mistake!
If Yang Chen really died, Ye Xin would certainly not forgive her!
But in the next mont, Sun Yue’s eyes went wide with shock.
She saw Yang Chen recklessly extend his palm to block the Siam Fist master’s elbow strike.
One must know, the strongest attacks using the body’s force are elbow and knee strikes. Even in professional boxing matches, such attacks are strictly prohibited because if hit by such force, it could easily result in death!
Yet, Yang Chen just blocked it!
Sun Yue was dumbfounded!
One must understand the imnse power behind that strike!
A professional fighter can punch with hundreds of pounds of force, let alone an elbow strike. Such impact is definitely more than just hundreds of pounds of power!
And with a single palm, Yang Chen firmly grabbed the Siam Fist master’s elbow, suspending the entire person in the air, while he himself didn’t move an inch.
This clash of strength shook Sun Yue’s worldview!
The Siam Fist master, although shocked, reacted swiftly.
He imdiately exploded with strength from his waist and legs, attempting to knee Yang Chen in the head.
"Overconfident!" Yang Chen snorted coldly, suddenly pushing, causing the Siam Fist master to be tossed like a discarded rag doll, fiercely crashing into a shelf, shattering it!
Struggling to get up from the ground, the Siam Fist master looked at Yang Chen with utter shock and fear, as if seeing a ghost.
The next second, the Siam Fist master turned and ran.
"Do you think you can escape?" Yang Chen’s voice was cold, carrying a sense of calm control over everything.
Yang Chen glanced at a stone on the ground, swiftly kicking it out.
The stone shot out like a bullet, explosively streaking across.
"Ah!"
The Siam Fist master scread, collapsing to the ground with a thunk. Because he was running fast, the montum caused him to roll several tis before stopping. Lying on the ground, he hugged his leg, wailing.
The power of the stone left a horrific wound on the Siam Fist master’s leg, from which blood gushed out.
Sun Yue could hardly believe her eyes as she watched the scene unfold.
Rumor had it that so could pluck a flower or leaf to injure others, and now Yang Chen, with just a stone, was extrely terrifying!
Yang Chen walked over, staring at the Siam Fist master clutching his wound with fear written all over his face.
As the Siam Fist master looked at Yang Chen, it suddenly felt as if he’d returned to his childhood, being grabbed and thrown into a tin house.
All around were terrified children, and the people outside told them that if they didn’t fight, they would starve to death in this room; they’d have to fight now, and only the last survivor would be the victor and get to co out alive.
At the ti, no one fought, all curled up in the corners, afraid, cold, hungry...
Two days later, soone finally couldn’t bear the hunger and cold and started attacking others.
Thus began the terror...
Looking at Yang Chen, the Siam Fist master seed to have returned to that dark experience, once again so closely encountering death.
"No... don’t kill !" the Siam Fist master said in terror.
Yang Chen stared at him coldly and said, "I ask, you answer!"
"I’ll tell! I’ll say everything!" The Siam Fist master knew he was no match for Yang Chen. Even with ten of himself, he wouldn’t be able to defeat Yang Chen. Faced with overwhelming power disparity, the Siam Fist master had no notion of resisting.
"Everyone here is dead, why are you still alive?" Yang Chen asked coldly.
The Siam Fist master showed a hesitant expression, struggling a bit.
"Speak!" Yang Chen said with a harsh tone.
The Siam Fist master was so scared he trembled all over, involuntarily scrambling back a bit.
At this mont, Sun Yue stepped forward, glanced at Yang Chen’s frost-covered face, and softly said, "Leave the interrogation to !"
Yang Chen looked at Sun Yue. He didn’t mind Sun Yue using so cruel thods for forced interrogation. What concerned him the most was Ye Xin; for Ye Xin, this was nothing!
Just as Yang Chen was about to agree, the Siam Fist master suddenly said, "You can kill , I can answer all your questions, but please don’t harm my family!"
Yang Chen slightly frowned.
Under normal circumstances, he would not harm an enemy’s family.
"Speak!" Yang Chen said calmly.
"I... I was sold to a training camp to practice Siam Fist since I was a child... Because our family was very poor, and my father was a gambling addict who often drank and gambled away all the family’s money... Every ti he got drunk, he would beat my mother severely. She couldn’t take it anymore and tried to leave with us, but my father found out and beat her to death..."
Yang Chen was stunned. He didn’t expect the Siam Fist master to have such a tragic background.
However, Yang Chen did know a bit about it. In earlier years, Siam Fist was very popular, almost to the point where nine out of ten people knew it. The competitive arenas were a big hit at the ti, and people loved watching such thrilling scenes, with deaths in matches being a frequent occurrence.
This led to the establishnt of specialized training camps to train dedicated fighters for these matches.
Families with poor conditions would send their children to these camps in exchange for money. Of course, "sending" was actually selling them.
Yang Chen kept his gaze on the Siam Fist master, listening to his continued narration.
"All along, it was my mother who worked to support us. After she died, we had no source of inco, and my father had no more money for gambling or drinking, so he set his sights on us. At that ti, he was eyeing my sister, ready to sell her to the red-light district for a good price. I was twelve then, and I strongly opposed it, demanding to be sold myself while warning my father not to touch my sister or else I would kill him!"
"Since I started practicing Siam Fist and was quite talented, winning a few matches, my father never dared to target my sister. But... later, that beast..."
The Siam Fist master couldn’t stop crying.
Yang Chen remained silent for a while.
Siam was a country with a significant gap between the rich and poor, with huge gaps in education as well.
So such things were not uncommon.
"So then? Where did you go?" Yang Chen asked directly.
"I went to see my sister; she tried to commit suicide with dication and is now hospitalized as a vegetative state!" the Siam Fist master said. "I have so savings... I hope you can give them to the hospital to continue treating my sister!"
Yang Chen slightly frowned, asking in a deep voice, "So that ans you have no idea what happened here?"
"Yes..." the Siam Fist master admitted.
"Do you know where the base nearby is located?" Yang Chen asked.
"I know!" the Siam Fist master imdiately said. "I’m willing to take you there; many of my brothers... died at their hands!"
"Very well!" Yang Chen nodded faintly, "But if you dare lie to , I’ll make sure you die a horrible death!"
"I wouldn’t dare!" the Siam Fist master quickly said.
He really dared not, because standing before Yang Chen, he couldn’t muster even a hint of resistance.
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