Chapter 49: Beast King Engine

A heavy punch, Weiniya felt as if her body had been struck by a large truck, and she was instantly flung backward.

Wei'er pressed his advantage, his iron fists raining down like raindrops; Weiniya reacted swiftly, constantly adjusting her stance to defend against his attacks, though this scene also felt strangely familiar.

Zhang Jie watched anxiously from the side, wondering why this girl still hadn't activated Stanweistin even now.

"Come on, use Stanweistin, Weiniya!"

Weiniya hadn't been knocked unconscious by the blows; instead, the Qi within her body automatically circulated throughout her physique with each strike.

With subcutaneous armor plus Qi protection, and continually adjusting her body to defend, Weiniya's resistance to blows leapt qualitatively; nevertheless, over half of the punches still landed solidly on her.

Hearing Zhang Jie's shout, Weiniya gritted her teeth stubbornly, refusing to activate Stanweistin.

Seeing that Weiniya would surely be beaten to a ruin if this continued, Zhang Jie no longer cared about anything else; he didn't want Weiniya to be beaten to death on the ring like her father.

"Referee! We surr..."

"We won't surrender!"

Weiniya's firm voice rang out; the referee, about to strike the bell, lowered his hand and looked at her with interest.

Meanwhile, Weiniya actually managed to withstand Wei'er's storm-like assault, knowing that his normal punch force was close to two tons.

"Believe me! Master!"

At this moment, Wei'er's Stanweistin time finally ended, and his stiff face was finally forced into a frown.

"You... how could you..."

Wei'er couldn't understand; in his imagination, Weiniya should have been like his previous opponents, wrecked by a few blows of his iron fists.

But why?

How could this seemingly frail girl before him be so resistant to blows?

In the last remnants of his body that had long been devoid of feeling, Wei'er faintly sensed anger... and a hint of bewilderment.

Weiniya now assumed the martial way's starting stance once more, her body covered in wounds, yet her eyes shone brightly.

"Wei'er!"

"I will kill you! To avenge my master and restore honor to the martial way!"

"I won't use Stanweistin! I will face you head‑on with the martial way and strike you down!"

Wei'er's prosthetic eye flickered, as if he were analyzing something.

"You're... provoking me?"

"Think what you will!"

As Weiniya's words fell, she shot forward like an arrow released from a bow; Wei'er, unwilling to yield, threw a straight punch straight at her face.

Weiniya threw a side‑elbow block followed by a heavy punch, turned to dodge Wei'er's hook, then rotated her body and drove an elbow straight into his temple.

Wei'er turned his head, taking the blow squarely on his forehead, then threw a heavy punch at Weiniya, which she evaded with a shifting step; she ducked and hammered both fists into his ribs in rapid succession, producing a clanking metallic sound.

Sparks flew as the two exchanged blows rapidly onstage; Wei'er was driven back by a variety of unusual techniques, while the audience below murmured in discussion.

"Martial way? What is that?"

"Could it be a new boxing technique?"

"I don't know, but it looks pretty badass."

The martial way has been forgotten for far too long—nearly three generations, in fact.

Listening to the murmurs from the stands, Zhang Jie gazed at the stage with a complex expression, watching Weiniya desperately assaulting Wei'er.

He finally understood why Weiniya would rather die than use Stanweistin, and also grasped what she meant by her 'surprise'.

Earlier, Weiniya had asked herself why she wanted to kill Wei'er; she was now recalling the words she had previously told herself...

... which was: to use martial arts techniques to strike Wei'er down in a head‑on clash!

"Silly girl... staying alive is what matters most."

Zhang Jie gave a helpless smile; saying he wasn't moved inside would be a lie, but compared to killing Wei'er at his peak—a youthful, hot‑blooded revenge—he cared more about Weiniya's safety.

There aren't that many idealistic things in the world; cherishing the people before you is what truly matters.

As for relying solely on martial arts to kill Wei'er, he had long ceased to care about that; rather than taking him out at his peak, it would be better to wait until he retired, then abuse him, wipe his memory, and dump him somewhere on the street to let him experience society's darkness—that would be far more satisfying.

Killing him would really be letting him off easy.

"Weiniya! Go! Master believes in you!"

Zhang Jie shouted loudly; Weiniya onstage did not halt her advance, yet Zhang Jie saw a faint smile flicker across her delicate profile.

"Boss Long, you should know our line of work—we're usually not short of money."

"Who doesn't know? We lot in the hunting squad are all a bunch of 'problem children' unable to control our bloodlust."

"Let us kill inside the enclosure zone? I wouldn't dare."

A man with a sinister grin lounged, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smirking as he pointed behind him; a group of people with extensive cybernetic enhancements sat at the table behind him, savoring coffee and other drinks with their remaining taste buds.

Seated before him was a man in a suit, the largest shareholder of Weilong Technology, also its CEO.

At this moment he stared gloomily at the sinister‑faced man before him, and whatever he claimed about not daring to kill in the enclosure zone was merely an excuse.

In short, his point was: we need more money.

However, this 'money' he spoke of certainly isn't something ordinary currency can buy.

He rubbed his brow, thinking that if he agreed to the request, it would surely mean heavy losses; combined with his recent setbacks, it would be like losing his wife and his troops.

But if he didn't comply, he couldn't swallow this resentment.

To him, if they were just two low‑lifes, he could easily hire a thug or stage a car accident to dispose of them; but one of them can fight Wei'er to a standstill, and the other can knock his coach's head askew with a single punch even without cybernetics—a truly ruthless individual.

Given that most armed forces are under the hunting squad's control, he had no alternative but to deal with them.

"Go on... what do you want?"

"Hey there! Boss Long, you're a straight‑shooter!"

The sinister‑grinned man broke into a delighted smile; his change of attitude was so rapid it was infuriating.

This one, I don't ask for much—I just want to borrow your company's "Beast King Engine" to use it.

What!!!