Chapter 162: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Multiverse Chapter 7: Killing

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

Lin Hao looked at the sword-drawn, bow-bent, staggeringly high-stakes scene before him, and in his heart he was clear: his objective had already been achieved.

He simply wanted to blow the matter up, to thoroughly enrage Crow; that way, as long as he won this duel, given Crow's vengeful, grudge-holding nature, Crow would absolutely not swallow this insult and would certainly come looking for him again.

And when that time came, Lin Hao could seize the chance to finish off Crow and complete his own system task.

His gaze slowly swept across the five people standing on the opposite side of the arena; those four who last night wielded sharp blades and hacked A Xin, right now wore faces full of ferocity, eyes leaking murderous light, while the one standing beside them with his head still wrapped in bandages was precisely the chief culprit of last night's disaster.

Beneath those bandages bloodstains faintly showed through — presumably he had also suffered quite a bit last night — yet the look he gave Lin Hao now was nothing but venomous resentment, as if he wished he could tear Lin Hao apart and swallow him raw on the spot.

In his past few lives Lin Hao had spent no small amount of time training in gyms, and had also learned some simple Sanda boxing forms from professional coaches.

Though it could not be called top-tier mastery, it at least counted as having a few parts of genuine foundation.

Moreover, this duel's rules were fists only, no weapons allowed — for Lin Hao that was undoubtedly even more favorable.

More importantly, that mysterious system's enhancement was not merely his strength; it also included stamina, speed, endurance, and every other aspect, and even his damage resistance had been greatly improved.

This gave Lin Hao a few more points of confidence facing these five people right now.

And those five opposite, likewise, stared fiercely at Lin Hao; they knew perfectly well in their hearts that Crow had just given them a death order — this duel must kill Lin Hao; if they failed, they need not bother returning alive.

So at this moment they were like five starving wolves, just waiting for the whistle to blow before pouncing and tearing Lin Hao to pieces.

Just then, the guest host Baqi tore his throat shouting: "Begin!" With that command, this much-watched duel officially opened.

Lin Hao deeply understood the principle "strike while the enemy is ill, take his life"; he had no intention of giving the other side any breathing room. His feet exploded with force, like a swift, fierce cheetah, charging straight at that chief culprit who had caused trouble last night.

Lin Hao, like an arrow leaving the bowstring, rushed at the culprit with the bandaged head; the instant he closed in, he gathered his whole body's power into his right fist and smashed it viciously toward the wound on that man's head.

Only a "Crack—" was heard, as if something had been forcibly snapped in two.

Immediately after, that man's head drooped at a bizarre angle, his whole body like a puppet that had lost its support, collapsing stiffly to the ground, breath gone in an instant.

This sudden scene made everyone present completely dumbfounded.

The originally clamorous, noisy bar, filled with tension and expectation, instantly turned utterly silent; everyone stared wide-eyed, faces full of disbelief, as if they dared not believe the scene they had just witnessed was real.

Lin Hao himself also froze; he had never imagined that this one punch of his could possess such tremendous power, taking the other's life in a single blow.

He stood dazed in place, gazing at the corpse on the ground that no longer held any life, his mind a total blank, unable to recover for a moment.

But in that split second of his daze, the remaining four blade-hands on the opposite side also reacted; seeing Lin Hao actually spacing out, how could they let such a good chance slip? One by one they revealed ferocious faces, swinging fists like raindrops to greet Lin Hao's body.

"Bang bang bang," several fists landed consecutively on Lin Hao's body; however, Lin Hao felt he had not suffered much pain at all — thanks to the system's enhancement of his damage resistance, those seemingly fierce fists striking him felt like nothing more than being lightly shoved a few times, causing no substantive injury.

Still, those few punches knocked Lin Hao awake from his daze; he quickly came back to himself, eyes turning sharp again, and immediately engaged the several men in combat.

As this heart-pounding duel continued to advance, Lin Hao gradually entered his groove, becoming increasingly at ease.

At first he only had a rough grasp of his own system-strengthened power, but after this bout of real, blow-for-blow fighting, he gained a clearer, more intuitive understanding of his own strength.

After all, this was not some formal boxing match or martial arts exchange; triad fights have never had any rules to speak of — they only care about being able to knock the other side down.

So Lin Hao had no scruples either, completely letting loose his hands and feet, specifically targeting the most fragile, most fatal places on the human body.

Throats, temples, solar plexuses — such vital points were all his attack targets.

Lin Hao's figure nimbly shuttled among the four, dodging left and right, cleverly avoiding their swung fists, while simultaneously seizing the moment to launch heavy punches; every fist carried the weight of a thousand jun, precisely striking the enemies' vital points.

Those four blade-hands initially still thought to rely on superior numbers to take Lin Hao down, but as time passed they increasingly felt Lin Hao was like a monster that simply could not be knocked down, and his attack methods were so ruthless it chilled their gallbladders.

Ten minutes later, the situation on the arena had completely tilted toward Lin Hao's side.

Those originally menacing five people were now all knocked to the ground by Lin Hao.

Among them four had long since lost all movement, limp like rag dolls on the ground; fresh blood slowly flowed from their mouths, noses, and body wounds, dyeing the arena floor red.

Only one still had faint breath, lying in a corner, laboriously gasping, body twitching from time to time; the look of it was more air in than out, not far from expiring completely.

The entire bar was dead silent; everyone seemed as if hit by a body-freezing spell, staring dazedly at this tragic scene on the arena — no one had expected Lin Hao would actually win one-versus-five, taking a duel that seemed fundamentally impossible to win, and win so cleanly, brutally, bloodily.

Hung Hing's people: faces first showed disbelief, then were replaced by surprise and excitement; Dong Wake's people: mostly faces of shock and dejection, especially Crow — his face was so dark it seemed water could drip from it, eyes full of venomous resentment and unwillingness, dead-staring at Lin Hao on the arena, looking exactly like he wanted to tear Lin Hao apart and swallow him raw.