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Chapter 69
The force of the two punches colliding was immense, like thunder crashing through the air. A shockwave rippled outward, causing the spectators to recoil slightly as they felt the raw power behind the impact. The sound of the collision echoed in the room, a loud, resounding boom that seemed to reverberate in everyone’s chest.
Jiang Ning stood unwavering, his feet rooted to the ground as if he were part of the earth itself. The Muay Thai expert, Li, gritted his teeth, clearly surprised by the power in Jiang Ning’s punch. The impact had not only caused his fist to hurt but sent a tremor through his arm and shoulder, as though he had struck a solid wall.
Jiang Ning’s calm expression contrasted sharply with the intensity of the moment. He didn’t flinch. His eyes remained cool and calculating as he watched Li carefully, sizing up his next move.
Li, however, was visibly shaken. He was no stranger to fighting, having taken down many in underground matches, but this—this was different. His heart raced, and his mind spun as he tried to assess his opponent.
“I’ll admit,” Jiang Ning said casually, “you’ve got power. But you lack finesse.”
With those words, he lunged forward in a swift, fluid motion. There was no hesitation, no second thought. His body moved like a whip, his legs quick and his hands faster. Li barely had time to react as Jiang Ning’s fist shot out again, faster than before. This time, it was a direct blow aimed at Li’s midsection.
Li grunted, barely managing to block with his forearm, but the impact was brutal. The force of the punch caused his body to twist slightly, and his knees buckled under the pressure. He was strong, but Jiang Ning’s precision and power were overwhelming.
Before Li could recover, Jiang Ning was already moving again, not giving him a moment to breathe. With a deft movement, he grabbed hold of Li’s wrist and twisted, using the Muay Thai expert’s own momentum against him. In a matter of seconds, Li found himself on the ground, his arm twisted behind his back in a lock that he couldn’t escape.
The room was silent. It wasn’t even a fight anymore—it was an execution. Jiang Ning stood over Li, his expression calm, the slightest smirk on his face as he observed his opponent struggle beneath him.
“Is this the best you’ve got?” Jiang Ning’s voice was almost teasing, a far cry from the tension that had filled the room just moments ago.
Wang Gao’s face was a picture of disbelief. He had invested so much into this fight, but it was clear now that all his efforts had been in vain. The Muay Thai fighter, one of the best he could find, was being humiliated before his very eyes by someone who barely broke a sweat.
Xu Rong, too, was now visibly rattled. The arrogant confidence that had marked his earlier attitude was gone, replaced by a growing sense of fear and uncertainty. The balance of power had shifted completely, and it was clear that Jiang Ning was the one in control.
“You…” Wang Gao began, his voice cracking with frustration, “You—”
But Jiang Ning interrupted him, his eyes never leaving Li. “Tell your dog to stay down. This is over.”
Li, struggling on the floor, winced as he tried to free himself from Jiang Ning’s hold, but it was futile. His energy had already been drained by the relentless barrage of attacks, and now he was no match for Jiang Ning’s skill and precision.
“Not so cocky now, are you?” Huang Yuming chuckled, his voice dripping with mockery as he leaned back in his seat, watching the spectacle unfold. “You hired this fighter for what? To entertain us?”
The other bosses, who had been silent up until now, exchanged uneasy glances. They hadn’t expected this level of mastery. They had been confident that Jiang Ning’s fighter would be no match for their own. But now, as they watched Jiang Ning dismantle his opponent with effortless precision, they couldn’t help but feel a pang of dread.
“This…” Xu Rong finally spoke, his voice low and filled with disbelief. “This isn’t what I signed up for.”
Jiang Ning turned his head slowly, his gaze finally meeting Xu Rong’s. There was no anger, no malice—just a calm, steady look that seemed to pierce through to the core of the situation.
“You signed up for this,” Jiang Ning said softly, his voice carrying an almost eerie calm. “And now you’ll see how it ends.”
With that, he released Li from his grip and stepped back, signaling that the fight was over. There was no need for further action—his point had been made. The room was still, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife.
Jiang Ning had shown them all what real power looked like.
