The crowd below the ring was also extremely nervous, fearing Qin Hui would lose this boxing match. However, they were unaware that Sun Mu had already made up his mind to seize control of the Jiangnan Province Chamber of Commerce, and would proceed with his plan regardless of the outcome today.
"A fourth-level martial artist is indeed formidable. It's a shame you cannot be used by me; then you must be eliminated."
Uncle Ying chuckled coldly, drawing a blade and lunging at Qin Hui.
As the saying goes, no matter how skilled one is, they are still vulnerable to a sharp blade.
"Old geezer, no martial ethics."
They were just sparring, and you've already drawn a weapon.
Qin Hui grumbled but dodged with remarkable speed.
As the two exchanged blows on the stage, Sun Mu's astonishment grew with each passing moment.
Previously, Qin Hui could only fight him to a draw. Now, after only a few days, he could hold his own against Uncle Ying, making him a threat that had to be eliminated lest he become an endless source of trouble later.
"Uncle Ying, don't hold back."
Sun Mu shouted from below the ring, fearing delays might lead to unforeseen changes.
As Sun Mu spoke, Uncle Ying's offensive intensified.
However, Qin Hui maintained his defense, knowing that even the strongest individual would eventually exhaust their stamina. Qin Hui was waiting for Uncle Ying to expose a weakness.
It was crucial to deliver a fatal blow when facing an opponent of equal strength; otherwise, it would be difficult to defeat them.
"If this continues, will Qin Hui be alright?"
Jiang Yanxi sat in her seat, growing worried. Despite her intelligence, she felt helpless when it came to martial artists.
"Don't worry, President Jiang. I believe Brother Hui can defeat that guy."
Li Dazhuang offered words of encouragement. Today's battle had opened his eyes and further solidified his resolve in the martial path.
"Kid, it's time to end this."
Uncle Ying launched a full-force punch towards Qin Hui's crown. He also knew that prolonging the fight would invite trouble.
Seeing Uncle Ying's all-out attack, Qin Hui finally found his opening.
The fighting between martial artists was much like a brawl between ordinary people. If you concentrate all your strength on one point, other areas become incredibly vulnerable.
Qin Hui seized this opportunity and fiercely kicked at Uncle Ying's lower body.
Leveraging his longer reach with his leg, before Uncle Ying's fist could even touch Qin Hui, Qin Hui's kick landed squarely on Uncle Ying's legs.
Crack!
The sound of shattering bone echoed on the ring.
Uncle Ying's legs were crippled, and he fell heavily onto the stage.
Although it only took one move to defeat Uncle Ying, Qin Hui's prior defense had been in anticipation of this very opportunity.
"Uncle Ying!"
Sun Mu froze, surprised that Uncle Ying had been struck by Qin Hui. Uncle Ying had been a fourth-level martial artist for a long time, while Qin Hui had only recently ascended to that level.
However, Qin Hui gave Sun Mu no chance to intervene. He dashed towards Uncle Ying and stomped on his neck.
Even after defeat, a fourth-level martial artist possessed strong reflexes. Uncle Ying immediately raised his hands to protect his neck, clinging to a thread of life.
Sun Mu rushed over as well. If Uncle Ying fell in Jiangnan Province, his own position as a contender for heir would be unstable.
"Old man, you've lived long enough; it's time to meet the King of Hell."
Qin Hui channeled all his strength into his foot and stomped down.
Crack!
Uncle Ying's neck was crushed by Qin Hui's foot. Uncle Ying was as dead as one could be.
"Uncle Ying!"
Sun Mu, halfway there, knelt stunned on the ground, his eyes red.
Fourth-level martial artists were extremely rare. With Uncle Ying dead in Jiangnan Province, Sun Mu's future dimmed.
"Beautiful! We've finally won."
"Right, wasn't Sun Mu so arrogant before? Now he can cry."
"Honestly, the families from Yanjing are nothing special; they were defeated by a master from Jiangnan Province!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, their pent-up gloom completely dispelled.
"Qin Hui, it's either you die or I die today!"
Sun Mu's rage reached its peak. If he didn't take Qin Hui's head today, he wouldn't be able to report back to his family.
"Attack! Take them down!"
Sun Mu roared.
At Sun Mu's command, countless black-clad bodyguards emerged, many of them martial artists.
These individuals had a single target: Qin Hui.
No matter how strong Qin Hui was, could he fight a hundred people?
As the shadowy figures surged forth, the scene descended into chaos.
Some influential figures attempted to escape but had their throats slit by the guards at the exits, turning the boxing arena into a living hell.
In Sun Mu's eyes, the lives of these people were irrelevant. His anger would only dissipate if Qin Hui were dead.
As for the aftermath of this farce, the Sun family would simply mediate.
The Sun family was immensely powerful, commanding the respect of even official authorities, and this was the strength of martial artists – they disregarded all rules.
"You all go quickly and protect Qin Hui."
Jiang Yanxi panicked. If anything happened to Qin Hui, everything would be ruined.
A few bodyguards hesitated before rushing out.
"Yes, support Qin Hui! Crush them!"
The influential figures present also fought back with desperation. Since death was inevitable, they might as well fight Sun Mu and his men.
Soon, the entire boxing venue was in disarray, with skirmishes breaking out everywhere. Even gunshots couldn't quell the conflict.
After all, the crowd was mixed, and firing a gun would easily result in friendly fire.
"Young Master Sun, what do we do now?"
Wu Zhiwei, standing nearby, began to panic. He had initially thought dealing with Qin Hui would be enough, but now so many people were involved, including influential figures from various factions.
"Young Master Wu, you know we have no retreat now. Go and capture Jiang Yanxi; she is our final trump card!"
Sun Mu commanded coldly.
"Understood."
Wu Zhiwei showed no hesitation and led a squad of black-clad men towards Jiang Yanxi.
Now, no one had any way out; it was a matter of who could hold on until the end.
Sun Mu, meanwhile, slowly retreated from the boxing arena and entered his secret passage.
In Sun Mu's view, with Qin Hui's strength, he would resolve this conflict soon. But this was just the beginning; Jiang Yanxi was Sun Mu's ultimate move.
"Hello, is this the police? There's a mass deathmatch at the suburban boxing ring. Hurry over."
After making the call, Sun Mu crushed his phone. No matter what, Qin Hui, no matter how strong, was no match for the police.
And he himself would remain free!
Sun Mu's strategy was indeed brilliant. First, he used the chaos of the crowd to surround Qin Hui. Even if Qin Hui managed to deal with these black-clad men, the arrival of the police would implicate him.
If Qin Hui dared to flee, the police would add him to the list of fugitives, and he would be hunted by them forever.
But if Qin Hui did not flee, the police station would be his permanent residence!
After all, a hundred people engaged in a deathmatch, and the consequences of being caught would be dire.