Chapter 956: No More Reconciliation

He Yuzhu's first chain lashed precisely onto a burly man's knee; with a crisp "Crack!", the man's lower leg bent and fractured on the spot. The second chain swung down, striking another man squarely on the collarbone; before the opponent could even let out a scream, his shoulder blade was already shattered.

The iron chain continued its horizontal sweep, and several more people tumbled to the ground, clutching their broken arms and legs.

The shrill wails, the crisp sounds of snapping bones, and the sharp whistling of the iron chain cutting through the air kneaded together into a scalding, hideous mess inside the enclosed iron cage.

In the blink of an eye, four or five more people fell one after another, curling up and rolling on the ground.

At this moment, the stands were deathly silent; everyone was stunned by the tragic and bloody scene inside the cage.

After knocking down several people in succession, He Yuzhu finally gained a chance to catch his breath.

He stood amidst pools of blood, gasping for air.

The bloody gash on his back throbbed with piercing pain; because it had not been bandaged, it continued to seep blood, soaking his shirt into a deep, dark red.

Only three of the opponents remained; they still held their offensive stances, yet not one dared to take a step forward.

He Yuzhu shouted angrily: "Come on! Why don't you dare to charge forward anymore?"

Before his voice had even faded, a burly man's eyes instantly turned red.

This man gripped an iron chain, roared and bellowed as he swung it, smashing it fiercely toward He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu did not dodge or evade, swinging his own iron chain to meet him.

"Clang—!"

The two iron chains collided, tightly entwining and grinding against each other; the sharp, grating sound of metal friction made everyone present feel a sour ache in their teeth.

He Yuzhu suddenly retracted his chain, and a savage, unreasonable force surged straight toward the opponent along the links.

The burly man's web between thumb and forefinger split and bled, and the entire chain was ripped from his grip and sent flying.

He himself was also thrown off balance by this immense force, stumbling two steps forward with his defenses wide open.

He Yuzhu kicked out fiercely with his right foot, his heel printing firmly onto the man's jawbone.

"Crack!"

The burly man's head was kicked violently backward, and his whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily into the iron cage bars more than ten meters away.

"Bang—!!!"

The entire wall of the iron cage trembled violently; the man's back smashed hard against the iron bars, then he was rebounded and thrown half a meter away, landing with a "thud," vomiting a large mouthful of blood foam, rolling his eyes, and losing consciousness on the spot.

The two remaining burly men exchanged a glance and lunged forward simultaneously from left and right.

The one on the left wore brass knuckles, clenching his fist to smash toward the top of He Yuzhu's head; the burly man on the right opened his thick arms, attempting to pin him down and restrict his movement.

He Yuzhu tapped his toes lightly on the ground, his body quickly leaping into the air, and he kicked out twice in mid-air.

His left foot kicked precisely into the left burly man's temple; the man's eyeballs nearly bulged out, his body flew horizontally for several meters, and he crashed heavily into the cage wall.

His right foot kicked out almost simultaneously, stepping fiercely onto the other man's chest; with a "Crack," the entire ribcage collapsed inward, and this man flew backward like a flattened ball, spraying a mist of blood into the air.

The two fell heavily to the ground on the left and right, moving no more.

He Yuzhu landed steadily, casually draping the iron chain over his shoulder, his cold, sharp gaze sweeping across the entire iron cage.

All twenty opponents lay scattered on the ground, covering the entire floor inside the cage.

Most were unconscious, blood flowing from their mouths and noses; the few who were awake were either clutching broken arms and wailing on the ground, or holding their bent, dislocated lower legs and screaming shrilly.

Within the vast iron cage, only He Yuzhu stood proudly upright.

He turned his head to look at Tyson, who stood outside the cage in a daze, then swept his gaze over the group of spectators on the stands holding champagne in a stupor, and roared loudly at the referee: "How about it? Do you want to continue? If you want to keep fighting, feel free to send more people in!"

He Yuzhu's eyes were fierce and vicious, scaring the coach on the side until his whole body stiffened, feeling as if the other party was about to swallow him alive.

The referee finally snapped out of it in a panic, pulling at his throat to announce loudly: "I announce! Mr. He Jian is the winner! Medical staff, enter the arena immediately to treat the wounded!"

The on-site host hurriedly grabbed the microphone, his voice cracking and off-key from nervousness: "Everyone, look! Mr. He Jian is undoubtedly the number one martial artist of Huaxia! Fighting twenty thugs single-handedly, the battle was settled cleanly and won decisively! Such strength is simply extraordinary..."

He was so excited that his words were jumbled and nearly incoherent.

On the stands above the iron cage, everyone was completely stunned by the bloody slaughter just now, and the entire arena was silent.

A group of high-class men and women in suits and leather shoes looked at each other, and not a single person stood up to applaud or cheer for He Yuzhu.

An old man high in the stands was the first to speak up and scold: "This Huaxia person is too cruel and vicious; his actions completely violate public order and morality!"

"That's right! He is a butcher! Such a person should be locked in prison and severely punished!" a sharp female voice shouted immediately after.

"Arrest him!" Scolding voices rose one after another.

He Yuzhu had long seen through the despicable nature of these Anglo-Saxons, but he did not expect that they would refuse to acknowledge their loss after being defeated, and instead turn around and make false accusations.

Before the match, it was written in black and white that carrying weapons was prohibited, yet this group had privately equipped themselves with brass knuckles and iron chains; he had merely used their own methods against them, yet in the end, he was the one they wanted to convict and arrest.

He stood in the pool of blood, looking up at the high-and-mighty, bossy faces in the stands, took a deep breath, and thought coldly in his heart: Since you are untrustworthy and heartless, there is no need for me to show you any mercy.

With a thought, the System Space instantly stored all the main load-bearing pillars supporting the entire circular stand.

Just one second later—

Boom—!!!

The entire stand, like a building block tower with its foundation pulled out, collapsed and fell with a roar.

Iron frames twisted and bent, steel nails shot out and splashed, wooden boards shattered and burst open, and countless construction debris surged and rolled everywhere.

Screams erupted one after another.

The powerful men and women who had been holding elegant poses and chatting over wine a second ago were now falling from the seven or eight-meter-high stands like dumplings.

Some were stuck in the gaps of broken seats, unable to move; some had their thighs pierced by bent iron pipes; others had flying wooden splinters embedded in their arms or lower abdomens...

Cries for help and wails were intertwined with the harsh, creaking sounds of twisting steel frames; the entire fighting arena had turned into a chaotic and tragic slaughterhouse.

How glorious and decent this group had looked a moment ago was how disheveled and miserable they looked now.

He Yuzhu stood quietly inside the iron cage, watching the chaos outside with an indifferent, cold gaze.

He raised his hand and tore off his damaged shirt, nimbly bandaging the wound on his back.

Tyson had stood outside the iron cage the entire time and was not affected or injured by the collapsing building materials, watching the earth-shaking changes in the hall with eyes full of shock and astonishment.

He Yuzhu looked up at the panicked referee and shouted loudly: "Are you not going to open the cage door yet?"

Who would have thought the referee would turn his head and shout at the medical staff rushing in: "Go save the injured spectators in the stands first! The wounded inside the cage can wait!"

Once these words were out, He Yuzhu's anger flared again; with a thought, he used his Space Ability to remove all the screws securing the ceiling.

"Boom!" A loud crash exploded.

The entire ceiling collapsed with a roar, and a giant crystal chandelier fell straight down, its sharp tip piercing directly through the referee's skull.