Chapter 447: Not Painful, Not Satisfying, Still Resentful

"Hahaha, so many spectators—perfect! Now he can't deny his defeat. Brothers, the rise of Little Eagle Clan begins today by taking down that monster!"

Seeing the crowd grow, Liu Yao's fighting spirit surged; he stepped into the circle, clenched his fists, his expression turning serious as he adjusted his breath.

Zhang Su watched Liu Yao take a deep breath and assume some unfamiliar starting stance; he stood calmly in place and said, "Someone be the referee."

"I'll do it, I'll do it, nobody else!"

Pang Dakun volunteered, nimble as a cat; he leapt forward and landed at the circle's edge, leaving the slower ones behind.

"Just start already!"

"Alright, Uncle, listen up! Three, two, one!"

At "two," Pang Dakun jumped backward, terrified of getting caught in the fists and kicks.

The instant "one" ended, Liu Yao moved—no one knew his master, but his foundation was clearly solid; he stomped hard, his hand shooting out like a hawk's claw toward Zhang Su's face, his Hawk Claw technique surprisingly authentic.

Swift, powerful, devastating! Most spectators had zero martial training; they relied on weapons to kill. Seeing Liu Yao strike, they were stunned—true experts reveal themselves with a single move!

Swish.

Facing Liu Yao's ferocious strike, Zhang Su tilted slightly; a wrinkled, blackened hawk claw skimmed past his nose, missing by barely one or two centimeters—barely avoided! "Hey!"

Missing once, Liu Yao shifted instantly; before his feet touched ground, he whipped his hand back and slashed again toward Zhang Su's face—aiming to gouge out his eyes, the brute force laced with cruelty! Whoosh.

Zhang Su stood half a head taller; as Liu Yao changed tactics, he stretched his neck and tilted his head back slightly—the wind brushed his face, again evading the attack by less than two centimeters, as if measured with a ruler.

To most onlookers, Zhang Su was useless—only dodging, never countering. Clearly outclassed; defeat was inevitable.

"Hah!"

After two misses, Liu Yao had another move; as his feet hit ground, he swept his leg in a low arc, perfectly channeling the momentum from his previous strike—if it landed, the opponent would go down.

The first two moves finished in an instant—barely one or two seconds. Only Tianma Yu's people held their breath, watching intently; hand-to-hand combat was far more thrilling than gunfights. But Tianma Yu's men weren't focused on the fight—they remained alert, guarding against opportunists!

Thud! The climax arrived—Liu Yao's third move, the sweeping leg, struck true, slamming into Zhang Su's calf. Zhang Su, rocked by the force, staggered sideways and toppled heavily to the ground.

"Oh no—"

Zheng Xinyu gasped in alarm—but before she could cry out, a hand suddenly clamped over her mouth.

In the ring, Zhang Su used the force of the sweep to pivot rapidly around his navel, spinning half a circle in midair—then, in one motion, he shot out his arm and seized Liu Yao's neck…

Whoosh… Plop!

Shadows crossed, light and dark flickered. When the crowd finally saw clearly, they all rubbed their eyes unconsciously.

Just a moment ago, Zhang Su had been falling—now he stood straight within the circle. Liu Yao, who had just landed his strike, lay sprawled on the ground, his upper shoulder outside the ring, teetering on the edge!

"Out you go!"

As Zhang Su spoke, he kicked Liu Yao's back—sending him tumbling completely out of the circle.

What just happened? The crowd fell silent.

Lying outside the circle, Liu Yao stared blankly. He'd clearly landed the sweep—he'd even planned his next move. How had he ended up on the ground, his neck gripped, kicked out? It didn't hurt much—but it was utterly bizarre! With a fish leap, he sprang up, bewildered, scanning the crowd. Everyone looked just as confused.

"What trick did you pull?" Liu Yao pointed at Zhang Su, furious.

"What trick? You lost, Commander Liu!"

Zhang Su shrugged, smirking faintly.

Outside, Zheng Xinyu was seething—who dared cover her mouth? She turned to see Ju Wuying; her anger faded. She shoved the hand away. "What just happened?"

Ju Wuying's expression was calm. "Three of him couldn't beat half of Zhang Su."

No answer to her question—but another answer given. Zheng Xinyu turned her gaze back to the ring.

Liu Yao stepped back into the circle, his face flushed with defiance. "Again!"

"Again? What is this, childhood rock-paper-scissors? You lose and say 'best two out of three'? Do you think it's not painful enough?"

Zhang Su's expression twisted. To build his image as a virtuous, respected figure and win over Little Eagle Clan and Tianqi Team, he'd held back his strength—yet this fool wasn't even hurt, and still refused to accept defeat. The crowd stared at Liu Yao strangely too. Sure, they were curious how Zhang Su had turned defeat into victory—but he'd won, and that was final!

"Commander Liu, you're a straightforward man. Can you stop acting like a child? Come to Tianma Yu, let's talk things over. Isn't that better than standing here breathing cold wind?"

Zhang Xin couldn't help but chime in.

"Flimsy showmanship…"

Yang Xin's four casual words ignited Liu Yao's fury.

"Aaah!"

He roared, charging straight at Zhang Su—determined to erase this humiliation at any cost.

"Boss, don't—"

"I tell you—"

Puff… Whoosh… Thud!

Before anyone could stop him, a figure flew backward from the circle, slamming into a minivan three meters away. The door dented inward, glass shattered, the film holding the shards together like a spiderweb, clinging stubbornly to the frame.

Silence. All eyes fixed on the crumpled figure on the ground.

One kick.

Just one kick…

As Liu Yao charged, many watched with amusement—then saw Zhang Su step forward and deliver a straight front kick.

Liu Yao's reflexes were decent—he saw the kick coming, switched to defense, crossed his arms in front of his chest—then a massive force hurled him backward!

"Cough… cough…"

Lying on the ground, Liu Yao coughed violently. His right arm was fractured; his left arm numb and useless—he couldn't rise. Members of Little Eagle Clan rushed over, lifting him up. He slumped against the car.

"Puh… cough…"

As soon as he sat, another cough erupted—blood-spattered saliva splattered onto the ground. He was badly hurt.

(End of Chapter)