Competition exists everywhere; it's survival of the fittest, where the strong are revered—a tiless principle that only varies in form and intensity. Prisons are no exception. The bald man, seeking to establish his authority and status, had his minions target Luo Zheng; he rely intended to beat him up, instead, he ended up with a man killed by a single punch, his subordinates immobilized with fear. Realizing if he didn't step up to save face, he might struggle to command respect from anyone going forward, the bald man shuddered at the thought. Driven by fear, he let out a fierce cry and charged forward like a wounded, hungry wolf.
Luo Zheng watched the onrushing bald man with a cold gaze, a flicker of confusion crossing his mind. Why hadn't anyone fired a shot to stop the fight? Was it deliberate? Did they want to see how he'd deal with the situation? With that thought, an intimidating aura of murderous intent erupted from Luo Zheng's face as, instead of backing down, he charged at the bald man. A powerful leap off the ground, his body soaring high, he thrust his knee fiercely toward the bald man's chin, his entire being shooting forward like a cannonball, with forceful montum.
The bald man felt as if a mountain was bearing down on him. Startled, he retreated rapidly, evading Luo Zheng's lethal strike. As Luo Zheng landed and saw the bald man counterattacking with a vicious hook punch aid at his chin, his cold and severe gaze erupted with a chilling ferocity, hinting at significant strength.
Luo Zheng faintly heard the sonic boom of the punch, aware of its terrifying force, knowing he couldn't block it directly. His head swerved to avoid the blow, and he launched a front kick, swift as an eagle fending off a rabbit, aid not to kill but to disrupt his opponent's balance and create distance with explosive power in a short space.
"Pff!" Luo Zheng's foot faltered, and he fell to the ground, then realizing the shackles on his feet. The chains were short enough to walk with, but high kicks were impossible. The force of his swift kick was too great and pulled on his standing leg, unbalancing him and pulling him to the ground.
Earlier, when he leapt high to knee the bald man, his feet didn't need to spread apart. Caught up in the heat of battle, Luo Zheng had forgotten about the shackles on his legs. Once down, he saw the bald man's bewildered expression, clearly not expecting him to fall backward. Seizing the opportunity, Luo Zheng rolled away and swiftly got up, casting a cold glance at the shackles, his face turning frigid. Without those shackles, Luo Zheng was confident he could have taken down the bald man.
"Die." The bald man recovered and, realizing he'd missed his chance, bellowed and lunged forward again. His fists flew in continuous hooks, generating a fierce wind. His pale face turned livid with rage, full of imposing vigor. The surrounding crowd grew raucous, so even banging on the steel-cast walls, creating thunderous booms, adding to the chaos.
Seeing the guards still not intervening, Luo Zheng guessed they were either enjoying the joke at his expense or had other intentions. Regardless, the priority was survival. Only by staying alive was there a chance. Luo Zheng roared in fury, his voice hoarse but filled with boundless fighting spirit. Instead of retreating, he surged forward.
"Boom! Boom!" Their fists collided head-on, producing a dull thud akin to midnight thunderclaps, shocking the audience. The imnse collision force sent both n staggering back. Luo Zheng felt a throbbing pain in his arm, his knuckles ached terribly. He hadn't expected this guy to be so powerful, to be an even match for him. He was an impressive opponent, and with renewed focus, Luo Zheng dove back into the fray.
In battle, it's do or die—this is not only the philosophy of combat but also the mindset of a soldier. The formidable enemy made Luo Zheng aware of the crisis: unless he eliminated the danger, he would be the one to die. If he was to fight, it would be without cease. A deep, roaring growl escaped his throat, like a fierce tiger descending from the mountains.
The bald man also unleashed his ferocity, charging forward without showing weakness, his fists raining down on Luo Zheng in nonstop attacks. Luo Zheng struggled to block a few blows with his arms, then suddenly jumped up with force and kicked forward. By kicking with both feet at once, the problem of the shackles pulling was avoided. This long-held strategy was executed with imnse power.
"Ah!" The bald man was kicked squarely in the abdon, feeling his breath catch and his blood surge, overwhelming his mind with intense pain. He couldn't help but let out a miserable scream as his body fell backward.
Taking advantage of the situation, Luo Zheng quickly closed the distance in a few strides and stepped on the bald man's neck. The bald man desperately struggled, his head lifting. Luo Zheng, seizing the opportunity, slid his foot to the side, then circled around the bald man's head with his other foot. Instantly, the chain of the shackles tightly wound around the bald man's neck. Luo Zheng forcefully spread his legs apart, putting stress on the shackles, tightening them even more around the neck.
The powerful pulling force stopped the bald man's breathing, his blood surging forth, his brain throbbing from lack of oxygen, his face turning a deep red. He struggled to roll over, trying to rise, but Luo Zheng quickly landed two punches on the back of the bald man's rebounding legs, knocking him down once more. Luo Zheng then forcefully pulled his legs apart again.
The surrounding prisoners watched in shock at Luo Zheng's ferocity, particularly the chilling intent to kill in his cold gaze. They took several steps back in dread, none daring to make a move. The bald man lay on the corridor floor, half-hidden by the protective wall, and with the hidden gunshots, it was unclear how the bald man was doing. All that was seen was Luo Zheng looking fiercely ahead, causing confusion among the onlookers.
In that brief mont, the rescue of the bald man was delayed, and with the shackles' chains locked around his neck, he was unable to breathe and passed out. His body jerked a few tis and then lay still. Luo Zheng gave the unconscious bald man lying on the ground a cold glance before turning his head to look at the concealed position above. Unfortunately, it was obstructed by the protective wall, and he couldn't see the hidden gunman.
"Since this is a place of madness, since the prison disregards the lives of prisoners, since soone wants to kill , then let's go crazy," Luo Zheng said, his icy gaze sweeping over the surroundings once more. Like a rampaging Fierce Beast, the terrifying fighting spirit in his blood-red eyes struck fear in everyone.
"Die!" Luo Zheng grabbed the bald man from the ground and threw him toward the courtyard. The bald man's sturdy body, like a young calf, traced a parabola through the air, quickly descending.
The surrounding prisoners, who had been jeering earlier, watched in horror. They looked at Luo Zheng, their cheers silenced. The prison fell eerily quiet, not even loud breathing could be heard. Everyone was stunned by Luo Zheng's brutal fighting style. A slender young man, seemingly less than 1.8 ters tall, had actually beaten to death a man over two ters tall, sturdy as a young calf, and thrown him down. This not only overturned everyone's understanding of combat power but also shocked the police watching from their concealed position.
The death of one or two prisoners did not matter, but the fact that Luo Zheng had beaten one to death alive was a different matter. The police looked toward the warden standing at the window, a man in his fifties with a thick, short mustache and a cold complexion. The warden's eyes hardened, a wave of unease rising within him as he ordered, "End the yard ti."
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