Chapter 98: Global Broadcast, Light of Martial Dao!

Despite heavy online controversy.

But there is no doubt that Song Mo's $5 million Martial Arts Bounty Conference has drawn widespread global attention.

Total online viewers exceeded ten million.

Simultaneous viewers also surpassed one million.

The center of universal attention, truly deserving of the acclaim.

Song Mo now has many nicknames: "Iron Face," "Heartless Foot," "Dragon…"

The challengers on the first day were not true experts, so Song Mo disposed of each opponent with simple, brutal force, and no particularly dazzling combat scenes occurred.

But starting from the second day.

The matches truly became spectacular.

Because true experts finally took the stage.

Song Mo felt pressure for the first time from a bald white giant, who casually carried a Swiss Army knife.

Under the Martial Arts Hall's lights, the blade emitted a sharp, chilling gleam—even in the warm weather, it sent a shiver down the spine.

Song Mo knew in his heart that this time, he had truly encountered a man without fear of death.

The bald white giant grinned and asked:

"Hey, kid, half my skills are in this knife."

"You said this is unrestricted Combat, so using weapons should be fine, right? Of course, you can use any weapon you like too."

"Just don't pull out a revolver."

The bald white giant shrugged indifferently.

His eyes glowed with bloodlust.

This was truly a grand gathering.

Thousands were present, watching live.

The Combat footage inside the Martial Arts Hall was also live-streamed onto the big screen at the Business Center, truly a spectacle watched by the masses.

Not to mention the countless netizens watching the live stream on their phones or computers.

The bald white giant clearly loved this feeling—like standing on a stage bathed in spotlight.

His gaze searched for the cameras.

He flashed a cruel smile directly at the lens.

It terrified many children watching on screen.

"Damn! This guy! He's definitely a real monster!"

"Shit! He just looked at me—I felt like a giant crocodile was staring me down, like he was actually going to eat me!"

"This guy is totally messed up! Who uses a Swiss Army knife in a Martial Dao match?!"

"What I'm most worried about is that the stream might get banned!"

"So what? If you really want to find it, you can always track down leaked videos online."

"But it's not as thrilling as live streaming!"

Facing the monstrous white giant like a wild beast, Song Mo felt a chill—not from fear.

But from a cold detachment toward his enemy.

How could one strike cleanly and efficiently without utterly disregarding the opponent's life?

Song Mo smiled.

"Sir, using a knife is your right."

"Go ahead."

The battle erupted instantly.

The bald white giant moved like a startled hare—his massive body astonishingly agile!

The Swiss Army knife in his hand no longer gleamed coldly; he had hidden it away, making the threat even more terrifying.

A weapon displayed openly is easier to deal with.

Only the venomous snake hidden in the shadows is the most dangerous.

As Song Mo clashed with him, it seemed he was barely surviving—but only Song Mo knew his state remained effortless.

His speed was faster than the white giant's!

His strength was greater!

Only in killing techniques did he slightly lack.

In ferocity, he was not as ruthless as the man who had killed countless times.

Song Mo had not yet unleashed his full strength.

He knew his shortcomings.

Past sparring sessions with Bruce were never fights to the death.

But this bald white giant had come with true murderous intent—this might be the perfect training opportunity for Song Mo!

A flash of cold light passed through Song Mo's eyes.

The giant's brutality stirred the bloodline's ferocity within him; the faint violent gene in his body was gradually awakening!

He would use this white giant as a whetstone!

To sharpen his own heart-blade

with the opponent's cruelty.

"Why keep dodging all the time, little mouse?"

"Can't you fight like a real man—honestly and directly?"

"I heard you're Chinese; it seems your people are all like this—only know how to take a beating, with not a shred of bloodlust in your hearts."

The white bald giant kept speaking words meant to provoke Song Mo's emotions, trying to disrupt his mind and force him to expose an opening.

The white giant continued speaking without pause.

"Do you know? I've taken many lives on my hands."

"Among them, there were Chinese."

"Do you know what those people looked like when they died in my hands? Hah—they were slaughtered like pigs..."

He succeeded.

He successfully enraged Song Mo.

And he successfully sealed his own death.

Song Mo's heart turned cold; he regarded the white giant as nothing but a tool to hone his Combat skills. His Fighting Skill was already Proficient, and its proficiency was surging at an utterly terrifying rate!

Until he felt the white giant no longer offered him any meaningful improvement.

His entire body's strength erupted suddenly.

Song Mo delivered an extremely cunning kick to the wrist, knocking the white giant's Swiss Army knife from his grip.

Immediately, he surged forward, closing in with a brutal elbow strike.

The white giant flew backward, writhing in agony.

He screamed instantly:

"I yield!"

He had enough self-awareness to know he was no match for Song Mo; if he kept fighting, given the insults he'd just spat out...

Song Mo might kill him!

After he yielded, Song Mo made no further move.

He merely watched coldly as the man stepped down from the stage.

Song Mo had already laid a hidden hand—he used dark force to send a pulse of Internal Energy into a specific acupoint.

No effect would appear in the short term.

Even hospital examinations would detect nothing.

But.

Three months later, the Internal Energy would erupt, striking the vital acupoint, and the man would die suddenly.

Autopsies would only conclude it was sudden death.

Song Mo could do this because of the medical text he had exchanged for a few days ago, and his newly acquired Beginner-level knowledge of ancient Chinese medicine.

The saying "medicine and martial arts are inseparable" holds true here.

Loud cheers erupted in the dojo.

Song Mo walked down from the stage calmly.

He did not notice.

Among the crowd, a pair of fox-like eyes gazed at him with tender, soul-stealing affection.

Exceedingly alluring, captivating the spirit.

Online viewers who saw Song Mo's victory, especially the lightning-fast killing moves during the duel—the white giant's every strike was fiercely aggressive, brimming with cruelty.

All attacks targeted Song Mo, yet all were deflected by him.

Though Song Mo moved with ease, to laymen it looked like a life-or-death struggle; every spectator held their breath, even breaking into a cold sweat.

Now the match was over—Song Mo had won.

As the audience exhaled in relief, they could not help but feel, from deep within, genuine admiration.

Song Mo has real skill!

Truly amazing!

The number of live viewers skyrocketed; Song Mo's Prestige Value surged again!

(End of Chapter)