The blond man felt a phantom flash before his eyes. A small hole appeared on his shoulder, and hot blood gushed out with a sizzling sound.
His expression immediately changed, and he punched straight for Number 3's head. However, Number 3, like a nimble serpent, twisted his body and lunged into his embrace.
A Jiu-Jitsu master!
The blond man became instantly alert but not flustered. He decisively threw a whip kick. After Number 3 blocked it with his hand, he attempted to close the distance. But the blond man pressed down with his knee, used the leverage to leap into the air, hooked Number 3's shoulder with his right foot, and kicked straight at his face with his left.
Number 3 was shocked. He quickly shielded himself with both arms. With a muffled thud, he was kicked backward repeatedly.
"Damn it!"
Number 3 cursed and quickly closed the distance again. Jiu-Jitsu’s advantage could only be realized up close. But he hadn't expected the blond man's specialty to be interception. The airborne move he just used was something ordinary people couldn't pull off.
Seeing Number 3 charging again, the blond man calmly created a little distance, then spun and swung his arm. His right fist, like a thousand-pound iron pestle, generated a fierce gust of wind.
Number 3, like a nimble monkey, ducked and charged. This time, he finally found an opportunity to grapple with the blond man.
His face lit up with joy. He quickly wrapped his arms around the blond man's arms and neck. However, the moment he made contact, his face changed drastically.
Hard! Stretched!
The blond man's body, as if trained in Qigong, rendered him unable to apply any force. No, his strength was far from enough!
Even with all his might, the opponent's body remained unmoved, not even a bruise on his skin!
And all of this was within the blond man's expectations. Upon discerning Number 3 as a Jiu-Jitsu master, he had a plan: feign apprehension to prevent close combat, then give him an opportunity to succeed, thereby lowering his guard.
In reality, he wasn't afraid of a Jiu-Jitsu master at all!
The blond man smiled cruelly and reached out to grab Number 3's hair. At this moment, it was less that Number 3 was grappling him and more that he was restraining Number 3.
The roles of attacker and defender had completely reversed.
Number 3 became anxious. Having already felt the blond man's strength, he knew very well the consequences if he were to be grabbed. Duels between masters often decided life and death in an instant.
Just as despair flickered across Number 3's face, a massive fist suddenly interrupted the blond man's action.
Bang!
The blond man changed his palm strike to a fist and exchanged blows with the newcomer. He staggered backward, and Number 3 took the opportunity to retreat to the side.
"Number 4..."
Number 3 looked at the person who had saved him with a complex expression. Number 4 was the one who had been talking to him earlier, confidently claiming he could fight all four of them. Now, he had almost died at the hands of just one of them.
The blond man glared furiously at Number 4. That punch had also been difficult for Number 4, but since Number 4 had attacked sneakily first, he had been caught slightly off guard.
Hence his anger. With a low growl, the earth beneath his feet exploded. The blond man, wielding a pair of iron fists, charged forward. Number 4's expression changed slightly, but he showed no intention of retreating, merely assuming a defensive stance.
As he approached, his feet came first. Number 4 raised his hand to block, and the blond man, using the same trick, hooked his foot and leaped into the air. Number 3, watching from the side, was greatly alarmed and opened his mouth to warn him.
But Number 4 reacted faster. He blocked with both hands, then suddenly grabbed downward, seizing the blond man's right foot and pressing it to the ground.
The blond man lost his balance. Although he still managed to kick Number 4 in the chest, the force was greatly diminished, causing only a minor, insignificant injury.
Even worse, his right foot was now held by Number 4.
"Heavenly Wolf Bell!"
The blond man narrowed his eyes. As he descended, he braced himself with his hands, shifting the point of leverage from his arms to his palms. He twisted his waist, spinning in mid-air and instantly breaking free. His feet then shot towards Number 4's chin like massive pestles.
The fierce impact sent Number 4 flying backward, but the next moment, his limbs, like an octopus's, tightly clasped the blond man's legs.
Like an alligator's death roll, Number 4 twisted his entire body. The blond man instantly felt his balance lost again, but this time he had no point of leverage.
All of this happened in an instant. To Number 3, one second the blond man was attacking Number 4, and the next, the roles of attacker and defender had reversed.
"Damn, Number 4 is so strong?"
Number 3 muttered to himself and, no longer paying attention to Number 4, charged towards the other three.
Meanwhile, on another battlefield, with the addition of the three fighters, Number 3, who had been trapped, was successfully freed. However, as the three boxing experts switched formations and shifted from offense to defense, the four of them were unable to break through their guard.
It was clear that these three were no ordinary boxing experts.
Seeing Number 3 charging, the Muay Thai woman thought for a moment and stepped forward to meet him.
Li Chonglou, who had been observing from nearby without taking action, frowned at this scene. The Muay Thai woman was carrying the little girl on her back, and facing a close-combat Jiu-Jitsu master, he was genuinely worried about the girl's safety.
However, just as he was about to make a move, the Muay Thai woman's reaction surprised him.
The Muay Thai woman, moving at a normal pace just moments before, suddenly transformed into a phantom, her speed accelerating by more than double. The male Number 3 didn't even have time to react before he felt a massive fist land on his face.
First his face, then his neck, chest, and groin. Within a second, he felt intense pain from all directions. But before this pain could fully register in his brain, he felt a dizzying sensation, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness on the spot.
The Muay Thai woman released Number 3's head and looked coldly at the bald man sitting on the rock.
It was obvious to anyone with eyes that this bald man was the strongest of their team.
Despite Number 3's death, the bald man remained unfazed. Only the smile on his face had diminished considerably as he calmly said, "Useless people are indeed useless."
However, the others were not as composed. Sensing Number 3's death, the remaining five people quickly retreated. The blond man, engaged in fierce combat, suddenly felt the opponent's body retract, and his iron fist felt like it had struck cotton, causing him discomfort.
The blond man roared in anger. Although he seemed to be at a disadvantage just now, he had actually been dominating the opponent until Number 4 retreated.
However, Number 4 had made up his mind to withdraw. Seeing this, the Muay Thai woman came over to block the blond man.