One after another, they fell back in defeat.

Daredevil charged at Chen Fengyun, his hands twisting in midair. His left palm and right fist struck simultaneously, one above and one below, aiming straight for Chen Fengyun’s body. At the same time, his waist bent to the side, and his legs unleashed a flurry of kicks, blocking Chen Fengyun’s escape routes to both left and right.

“Well, this is interesting,” Chen Fengyun’s eyes lit up. He had never witnessed ancient Muay Thai before. Instead of retreating, he advanced, colliding abruptly with Daredevil and jabbing a finger forward. His counterattack was faster than the initial assault, landing a precise strike to Daredevil’s palm, sending a tremor through his opponent’s body.

“Ah!” Daredevil cried out, his palm burning with pain. Yet the agony only fueled his ferocity. With a roar, he entwined himself around Chen Fengyun again, launching attacks from every conceivable angle.

Chen Fengyun soon realized Daredevil’s body was remarkably supple, reminiscent of contortionists seen online. He could bend and twist himself at will, striking from unexpected and tricky directions. Without his spiritual awareness monitoring all angles, Chen Fengyun admitted he might not have been able to fend off such assaults.

Their fight moved at dizzying speed, blows traded in a blur. Though the onlookers couldn’t quite follow the action, they were enthralled, including those masters who had ended their cooperation with Qin Tianxiong. None left, eager to glean insights from such a rare display of martial prowess.

“Bang, bang, bang…” The two collided from time to time, but despite Daredevil’s brute force, he was always the one sent flying. Chen Fengyun’s techniques were endlessly varied, leaving Daredevil drenched in sweat.

Truthfully, if Chen Fengyun hadn’t wanted to unravel the secrets of ancient Muay Thai, he wouldn’t have bothered to spend so much time with him. After two minutes, he had essentially grasped its essence.

“Boom!” Then, Chen Fengyun delivered a heavy punch. Daredevil met it with his own fist as before, but the instant their knuckles touched, his expression changed dramatically. Pain shot through his arm, followed by a sharp crack.

“Ah!” Daredevil was knocked back three meters, landing just as he spat a mouthful of blood. His right arm hung limp, unable to lift—it had been broken by Chen Fengyun’s strike, rendered useless.

“What? This kid is ruthless!”

“Incredible! Even the Thai boxing king isn’t his match.”

The crowd erupted in discussion, especially martial experts like Tan Ying who had crossed fists with Chen Fengyun before. They felt his formidable strength more keenly than anyone, gazing at him with complex emotions.

“Not bad, kid. You’ve got some skill, but you’re just a pretty face—still far from true killing technique,” a burly young man suddenly stepped forward.

“That’s the underground king, Leopard King,” someone recognized him.

“I’ve heard Leopard King is the reigning underground champion across several southeastern provinces. He fights dozens of bouts every year and once killed a challenger with a single punch.”

“With Leopard King in the ring, this kid is sure to lose.”

Chen Fengyun sensed a heavy aura of murder and bloodlust from Leopard King; clearly, this man had taken lives. He also knew that deaths were common in some underground black boxing matches.

“Come on,” Chen Fengyun replied calmly, beckoning with a lazy curl of his finger.

With a roar, Leopard King launched himself forward, sending a flying kick straight for Chen Fengyun’s solar plexus, followed by a direct punch at his face. His opening move was a lethal, all-or-nothing attack.

Chen Fengyun saw through him instantly. Leopard King, active for years in the underground arenas, practiced genuine combat techniques designed for killing—a truly vicious opponent.

Yet in terms of speed and strength, Chen Fengyun far surpassed Leopard King. After observing his techniques, Chen Fengyun quickly lost interest. In less than a minute, he darted forward and struck Leopard King’s chest like lightning, rupturing a vital artery.

“Ah—!” “Blam—!” Leopard King screamed, staggering back seven or eight steps. With each step, he spat blood, eventually collapsing beside Qin Tianxiong and leaving a trail of crimson.

“What? Leopard King lost so quickly?”

“He’s supposed to be stronger than the Thai boxing king—how did he fall so fast?”

“Was that kid holding back all along?”

As the crowd murmured, the Korean Jeet Kune Do master stepped forward, his expression grave. He fancied himself strong, but the previous two opponents had matched his own prowess.

“Hey…” Whether the Korean could speak the local language was unclear, but he said nothing. He launched a sudden attack, unleashing Jeet Kune Do’s most refined moves, hoping for a surprise victory.

Yet, in Chen Fengyun’s eyes, Jeet Kune Do seemed even less impressive than Leopard King’s fighting style, and after only half a minute, the Korean found himself slapped back several steps, seeing stars and nearly stumbling.

Then the burly man from Miaojiang stepped forward. Despite the sweltering heat, he was heavily dressed, with embroidered pouches on his hips and several silver necklaces on his chest, exposing only half his arm.

“Agu la li xi wu li wa…” The Miaojiang man chanted a string of unintelligible syllables at Chen Fengyun, as if reciting an incantation or singing a song. Suddenly, several black beetles flew from his body, spewing clouds of smoke at Chen Fengyun.

The black smoke did not dissipate, seeming almost alive as it surged toward Chen Fengyun, enveloping him from all directions.

“What’s he doing?”

“Maybe those fumes are poisonous.”

“Does he really think he can kill the kid with this?”

Not just Chen Fengyun, but the onlookers were baffled. Chen Fengyun, however, noticed countless tiny insect-like creatures within the smoke, likely venomous or troublesome, and resolved not to let them approach.

“Ha!” As the black smoke closed in, Chen Fengyun neither retreated nor dodged. Instead, he suddenly blew a breath. To everyone’s surprise, the smoke scattered, shooting straight into the crowd.

“Ah!” One burly man failed to dodge and was engulfed by the smoke. He screamed, clawing at his face, which instantly became bloody. Soon, the blood turned black, his features distorted, and he staggered away, howling.

Though his fate was unknown, the crowd blanched, retreating in fear, unwilling to touch the smoke. One jet of it struck a wooden pillar, rapidly corroding it into a pitted mess.

“What terrifying venom!” The crowd was stunned.