"Damn it, bring it! The Bounty Tribe at Freedom Port is good for a lot of things, especially not fearing those who want to pick a fight. Want to pick a fight, eh? Well, I'll give him one." As the man spoke, he stomped his foot, and with a dull thud, his nearly 200-pound frame fell instantaneously into the center of the ring. "Any real man, step up."

"Step up? Haha, are you even up to the task?" Black Peak asked doubtfully. He had never thought highly of these riff-raffs. If they were stronger, he might genuinely want to fight, but this group? Wouldn't they all fall with just one blow?

Thunder Dragon shook his head. As it seemed, they would have to fight today after all. If Black Peak refused to fight, that would be one thing, but he knew that Black Peak looked down on this group. He turned and glanced at Silver Moon, "Interested in going to play a little?"

Silver Moon was enjoying her ice cream. She looked from side to side, quietly shaking her head.

"Silver Moon, we came out to have fun; it would be nice to hear your thoughts."

"My thoughts are that they seem very weak. There's no need to fight at all."

"Is that your personal opinion?"

"Obviously." Silver Moon's response was brief and dismissive of Thunder Dragon.

Upon hearing her words, Thunder Dragon sighed, his hand on his forehead, his face conveying absolute dismay. Why, heavens, why? Could it really be so difficult to get these two young folks to get some practice? They needed to learn how to deal with different people. If possible, he didn't want these two youngsters to die so young. Even though he was reluctant to admit it, or perhaps tried to cover it up with other excuses, this was who Thunder Dragon was - a man as enigmatic as they came.

Just as Thunder Dragon was in the middle of his predicament, a fellow on the stage apparently managed to touch a nerve of Black Peak. Black Peak stepped on to the stage with a swift and smooth action that could only be described as flowing like a cloud or water, leaving the surrounding crew gasping for breath. They had seen strong figures, but never one this bizarre. After all, these guys were just new members of the newly-formed Bounty Tribe in the Capital Planet, so where had they seen such a capable young man?

The guy on the stage was a bit dumbfounded. Damn, had he actually met a true hard man today? With those movements and that skill, he himself might be stronger in terms of physical strength, but not much else. But it wasn't to the point of being ufightable. Good, if they could fight, well then, it was worth it. With these thoughts in his head, the plump man skidded into a starting stance to cope with an unknown enemy, which was a standard approach when the power of the enemy was unclear.

Black Peak saw this and actually laughed. Was this guy seriously joking with himself? This starting stance could hardly be considered an elementary-level fighting standard. To many, it was a realm that only a few could reach within the common folk. But in the eyes of professional soldiers, the first set of military boxing incorporated all the essence of this form. In other words, this form, while impressive to laymen, was not very impressive. At best, it could be used to fool ordinary people who had never been exposed to Ancient Martial Arts. Against any soldier, they would be easily defeated.

Due to Thunder Dragon's repeated instructions, Black Peak had no choice but to beckon his opponent with a provocative gesture, causing the crowd below the stage to wish they could go up and slap him. However, the man currently fighting was the plump guy, not themselves. They could only suppress their frustration.

"Damn it! Just because I'm a nice guy doesn't mean you can take me for a sick tiger. Heh!" Seeing Black Peak's smile, the plump man also laughed. He stepped forward, throwing a hefty punch directly at Black Peak's face. The force of the punch made the onlookers turn their heads, thinking, 'bro, that punch is a bit too soft. If it were me, I would absolutely try to draw blood.'

Crack! With a dull thud, the fat man abruptly stopped moving. Emanating from him was a tortured squeal akin to a pig being slaughtered. His arm was clamped tightly by two of Heifeng's fingers. The strength required for this, or rather, just how much force was needed so his arm wouldn't be snapped off? The screams he let out were loaded with anguish...

"Spare me, good sir! "I swear I won't dare again." The fat man pleaded in between sobs of pain, maybe it was too painful. Even he could not ignore his previous defiant demeanor had softened considerably.

"Rest assured, I'm very merciful." Heifeng's mouth curved into a sly grin as he made a swift 360-degree rotation, his hold shifting to a slap that landed squarely on the fat man's face.

Thud! The fat man fell heavily in the corner of the fighting stage, unconscious…this was a bit excessive. The Bounty Tribe of Freedom Port always prioritized sparring despite occasional bouts. Fights were settled in the ring, and participants were usually moderate with their exertion.

However, this fight was different. As soon as the fat man was knocked out and spewed old blood, a crowd swarmed the ring. The guild's medical team immediately brought a stretcher for him. Even though the guild had a medical team, they were rarely seen except in times of battle - a principle comparable to training an army for a thousand days just to use them once. Clearly, the extent of today's battle injuries were serious.

Heifeng knew how to measure his strikes, not causing any serious injury yet making sure his opponent would be bedridden. Depending on the victim's luck, they either escaped with minor injuries or were incapacitated with a blow to the head. Strictly speaking, what Heifeng did wouldn't warrant any legal accusations. Whether or not there were any repercussions wasn't important to him, but his actions had significantly damaged the reputation of the Freedom Tribe.

"Can't anyone put up a proper fight, or are all of you in the Bounty Tribe of Freedom Port useless sacks of food and wine?" When Heifeng threw out this challenge, the crowd fell into a momentary hush. What did he just say? 'Useless sacks of food and wine?' He's got some nerve, no one has ever dared to disrespect the Bounty Tribe in their own guild. Does he not realize who he's dealing with? The Bounty Tribe of Freedom Port was a regular mercenary guild affiliated with the government.

But when you look closely, the strong ones are scarce in the Capital. Most of those who could actually fight were either abroad or stationed at Maraca's Freedom Port headquarters. The Capital Planet had only been established a few months ago and lacked strong supporting figures.

However, the world is never short of hot-tempered people. Instantly, a middle-aged man with a big beard jumped onto the stage to challenge him. This man was a top player in the Bounty Tribe of Freedom Port for his impressive striking abilities.

Silver Moon gave a quick glance, furrowed her brows for a moment, then relaxed. With bulging tendons and veins, he certainly had a tough body, but apparently lacked explosive power. Frankly, Heifeng found it hard to take down powerful non-professional fighters like this without striking any vital points. They might have to exchange a few blows because while Heifeng relied on speed and skill, his opponent relied on raw muscular strength.

In line with Silver Moon's predictions, Heifeng didn't hold back. Victory was determined within the first three moves. The large man was caught off guard by the first strike and then fell victim to successive heavy blows. Though none hit a vital point, the force behind them was equivalent to them having done so. And that was all she wrote.

Heifeng went full force with those two strikes and even Silver Moon couldn't help but be prepared to dodge them. If she was on the receiving end, she'd find it hard to bear. However, she found Heifeng's full power against a mere mortal like this man to be a bit excessive. Regardless, the matter didn't concern her.

Looking at the crowd around the stage, everyone was dumb-founded. Two consecutive challenges ended in failure, and the challenger was a young man in his early twenties. The disparity was so great that most of the crowd felt their faces burning with embarrassment. The problem was, the opponent was all show and no action. The news of how he had downed two competitors spread like wildfire.

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