"Is this truly a height achievable by humans? Mr. Bonn is indeed a true Muay Thai Grandmaster!"
"Incomprehensible, truly incomprehensible. Who in all of China could possibly be his opponent?"
The onlookers were utterly shocked, their mouths agape, clearly subdued by this display.
And then, what happened next left everyone utterly dumbfounded.
Mu Feng, showing no intention of dodging, simply stood there with a blank expression.
The moment Bonn's leg strike was about to reach him, a sharp crack echoed. Bonn's leg bone shattered on the spot, his entire limb twisted grotesquely.
"No, how is this possible..."
Bonn let out a scream of agony, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Everyone's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. The scene fell silent, clearly not anticipating such an outcome.
Mu Feng shook his head and said, "Not good, too weak, far too weak. If this is enough to proclaim oneself a Grandmaster, then Grandmasters nowadays are simply too cheap!"
"Damn it, why is this happening? This is absolutely impossible!" Bonn said through tears, unable to accept this reality.
A chill ran down Zhang Youqian's spine. He knew just how formidable Bonn was; otherwise, he wouldn't have brought out such a master.
Now that even he had fallen, who on his side could withstand the other party's wrath?
Mu Feng placed a foot directly onto Bonn's face. "I already gave you a chance. What else do you have to say now?"
Trembling with fear, he stampered, "Esteemed sir, you are indeed a master. Beings like us should appreciate each other, not engage in physical combat. How about you give me some face, and we let this matter rest?"
Mu Feng chuckled. "Appreciate each other? You think a bit too highly of yourself. In my eyes, you're nothing more than an ant, easily crushed with a single foot. Do you understand?"
The once arrogant Bonn was now pinned underfoot, his face bearing a bloody red footprint, utterly devoid of the bearing of a Grandmaster.
His pride, his very being, was annihilated. His face burned, and he wished he could disappear into a crack in the earth.
"I understand, I understand. I am indeed an ant. Please let me go, I promise I won't bother you again!" Bonn pleaded desperately.
Mu Feng lifted his foot and laughed. "Heaven has a virtue of compassion. I won't kill you today. Leave immediately!"
Bonn bowed deeply to him. Having narrowly escaped death, he mustered his courage to leave.
He knew he was Zhang Youqian's last hope. If he left now, Zhang Youqian would surely perish.
"Sir, you can't just leave!" Thinking of this, Zhang Youqian rushed forward, disregarding everything.
Bonn glared at him and reprimanded, "What else do you want?"
"I'm willing to increase the money to two hundred million. If you help me, this money will be yours!"
Make no mistake, even if you offered ten billion, you'd need to be alive to spend it.
Facing Mu Feng, he had no desire to resist at all.
Only a Muay Thai master like himself could understand how terrifying this young man truly was.
"You want to die, but I want to live. You damn fool!" Bonn grabbed him.
Zhang Youqian was so frightened that his limbs went limp, and he collapsed onto the ground.
Bonn tapped his chest with the back of his hand. "You, you better look out for yourself. Daring to offend anyone and everyone, you're really tired of living!"
With that parting remark, Bonn, with his entourage, slunk away.
The watching employees were dumbfounded. Those who had been scolding Mu Feng now covered their mouths, fearing they might suffer unforeseen disaster.
Zhang Youqian had exhausted all his means and was completely unable to deal with Mu Feng.
He gritted his teeth, paid no heed to his son's corpse lying there, and lowered his head to leave.
Mu Feng, naturally, couldn't let such a dangerous individual depart. He sprang forward, blocking his path.
"Didn't you want to take my life? Where are you planning to go?" Mu Feng asked with a smile.
Zhang Youqian's tone shifted, and he said listlessly, "No, I never said I wanted to take your life!"
"Oh? Weren't you going to avenge your son?" Mu Feng patted his shoulder.
He trembled incessantly, not daring to utter the word "revenge."
"This might have been a misunderstanding. The misunderstanding is cleared now, so let's just let it go!"
Mu Feng rubbed his nose. "Can I understand this to mean that you feel your son deserved his death, that he was asking for it?"
Zhang Youqian's heart trembled. The anger within him erupted.
But he also understood that this was not the time to express his emotions. Survival was the primary objective.
He gritted his teeth and nodded. "You are correct. His death was deserved!"
Mu Feng snapped his fingers. "It's good that you think that way, but I don't know if what you're saying is true!"
"What I'm saying is absolutely true, not a single word is false!" Zhang Youqian replied weakly.
"But I don't believe you. How can you prove it?" Mu Feng's lips curved slightly.
Zhang Youqian was at a loss. "Ah? I... I don't know how to prove it. What do you suggest?"
Mu Feng stroked his chin. "How about this: you find a whip and give your son a good lashing. This way, his spirit in the heavens can also find solace, and I'll believe you're speaking from the heart!"
Not only kill but also torture the soul? Zhang Youqian trembled with rage.
Seeing his hesitation, Mu Feng sighed. "So, you don't think your son did anything wrong, and instead, you still want to cause me trouble, right?"
"No, no! I'll whip him right now!" Tears welled up in Zhang Youqian's eyes.
He unbuckled his belt, and with tears streaming down his face, he walked to his son's corpse.
"My son, I'm sorry, I've failed you. But don't worry, I won't be long before I kill him!"
"I will skin him, drink his blood, and eat his flesh..."
Zhang Youqian cursed Mu Feng to the depths of his heart, but his actions were obedient.
Gripping the belt, his heart bleeding, he fiercely whipped his son's body.
Soon, the corpse of Young Master Zhang was covered in whip marks.
"See? I'm not lying!" Zhang Youqian's eyes were blurry with tears, but he had to bury the seeds of hatred deep within his heart.
Since the other party had gone this far, Mu Feng had nothing more to say.
He gave Zhang Youqian a thumbs-up. "You're truly a ruthless man. Take care of yourself!"