When a Thai man took to the stage with his shirt off, revealing his solid muscles, the entire venue erupted in thunderous applause, with several women whistling at the man's lower body, in an extremely vulgar and obscene manner.

Don't think of the so-called goddesses of high society as being so noble and dignified; often, it's just a lack of opportunity to see their other side, which might be even more unbecoming.

Xia Wenxue turned around, looked at Ren Feng, and said, "Be careful."

"Don't worry. I'll finish the fight quickly." Ren Feng took off his suit jacket and handed it to Xia Wenxue, glanced at the Thai man on stage, and promised Xia Wenxue with a gentle face.

Jiang Moshu appeared as if she wanted to say something but hesitated for a long time. Even until Ren Feng jumped onto the stage, she couldn't manage to say any words of support or encouragement.

Cheng Fei and Yang Rui also emerged, as though there were surveillance equipment at the back, but this kind of match was only more thrilling to watch in person.

How could they miss the scene of Ren Feng making a fool of himself?

Jiang Xiangwen was also present, but it's a pity Song Ziwu had his legs broken by Ren Feng; otherwise, the four young masters of Suhang would be reunited again.

Yuu Xiaoyun walked to the front of the stage. With a smile on his face, he introduced: "Basong is a Muay Thai expert, having won multiple Muay Thai competitions domestically and internationally, and he once defeated the karate master Sakata Ichirō from the East.

Mr. Ren Feng, on the other hand, is our esteemed guest in Suhang and a friend of Miss Xia Wenxue. This match between the two will undoubtedly be exciting and full of splendor."

Whistles and screams already echoed all around, and not a few women, seeing how handsome Ren Feng was, surprisingly began to cheer for him.

After Basong got on stage and heard the cheering around him, he looked at Ren Feng, appearing so weak and fragile, and couldn't help but disregard him, instead raising his hands towards the audience, rallying them.

He shouted for a full minute.

"Are you done yet?" Ren Feng frowned.

Basong didn't understand Huaxia Language. He flexed his joints, looking fiercely at Ren Feng, seeing him lazily standing there without any intention of defending, he shook his head inwardly; such an opponent wasn't worth taking seriously.

"Can we start now? I'm about to make my move." Ren Feng asked.

Regardless of whether the kid understood, Ren Feng kicked his leg up, aiming directly at Basong's face.

Basong truly lived up to the term expert; once inside the ring, he was fully on guard. Ren Feng's attack didn't catch him off guard.

He squatted his legs to form a horse stance. As Ren Feng's kick came toward him, he swiftly raised both arms to block in front.

Ren Feng's foot slammed against Basong's arms, like stomping on rubber, with a faint hint of a rebound.

Failing with one strike and barely having time to change tactics, Basong charged at Ren Feng like a madman, grabbing Ren Feng's ankle and then smashing his right elbow hard at his thigh near the knee.

Ah!

The people below the stage exclaimed in shock, not expecting the battle to be so intense right from the start.

This Thai man was really too formidable; he grabbed Ren Feng's ankle so effortlessly and struck mercilessly, turning any opportunity into a killing blow.

If Ren Feng's shin bone was struck by his elbow under such half-suspended force, it would surely fracture.

The sound of bones cracking didn't occur. When Basong grabbed Ren Feng's ankle, instead of panicking, Ren Feng borrowed the force from Basong's grip to bend his knee, not trying to dodge Basong's elbow, and instead, aimed his knee fiercely at Basong's face.

Basong suddenly withdrew his hand and quickly retreated.

"You've got some skills indeed." Ren Feng landed, calmly assessing the opponent. Basong's prowess was at the forefront of the heavenly realm.

In reality, the heavenly realm rankings aren't entirely accurate. Since the world's population is so vast, and the heavenly realm can only hold a hundred, many are left unlisted, just like Basong here.

Basong wasn't in a hurry, circling Ren Feng's body twice. Until the third time when he rotated behind Ren Feng and Ren Feng still showed no signs of turning around, Basong charged forward abruptly, stopping three steps away, twisting his body left, and thrusting his right fist straight out.

Due to the body twist and front foot push, Basong's outgoing right punch was strong and fast.

This was Muay Thai's simplest yet most powerful straight right punch.

"Not enough strength." Ren Feng raised his hand to block this fierce punch, shaking his head.

Basong's face turned slightly angry; he lifted his right foot, twisting his body left, using his left support leg as a pivot on the sole, turning his heel inward to assist his body in twisting left, swinging his right leg in an arc toward Ren Feng's crotch.

"A groin kick? But the angle isn't sharp enough, and its power has reduced considerably; you're not quite there."

Ren Feng dodged slightly, regrettably saying: "If the person Cheng Fei invited is only at this level, it's truly disappointing."

As he spoke, Ren Feng's gaze suddenly sharpened.

His body flickered mysteriously a few times, and before one knew it, he was behind Basong, clasping Basong's neck with his hands like capturing the moon.

To the right. To the left.

Crack!

After a chilling sound, Basong's body collapsed straight to the ground, crashing onto the ring with a loud thud.

"Next." Ren Feng's gaze collided with Cheng Fei, and he said lightly.

Cheng Fei's expression changed instantly.

The surrounding audience, after being stunned for a moment, suddenly erupted into cheers.

They were not excited about the killing, but Ren Feng's method of killing.

Within three minutes of the match's start, he dominantly and decisively finished off his opponent, something unprecedented.

Many were incomparably shocked, seeing Basong as a sure bet, with his solid physique and muscles brimming with explosive power, while Ren Feng appeared delicate, dressed in a white shirt, exuding an air of elegance, yet how could he possess such formidable skills?

Moreover, fighting so ruthlessly, showing not a shred of mercy, not merely wounding but killing.

Ren Feng and Cheng Fei's gazes clashed in the air, their eyes cold and fierce.

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