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  "Come on!" Xu Shangzhen yelled wildly, and the other seven little rascals were about to charge up with their weapons when Shi Ling suddenly kicked Xu Shangzhen to the ground without saying a word. The bayonet in his hand rose and fell, splashing blood everywhere. Xu Shangzhen let out a miserable cry as his left and right thighs were each stabbed by Shi Lings "bayonet", creating two transparent holes.

  Then, Shi Ling turned his head to look at the other seven people. These seven little rascals were thoroughly stunned and retreated one after another under Shi Lings gaze.

  They were thoroughly intimidated and had lost their courage.

  "You little demon, I warned you." Shi Ling picked up a blood-stained iron rod beside him and gazed coldly at Xu Shangzhen who was cowering on the ground with fear, his hands grasping both ends of the rod. "Next time I see this again, next years that day..."

  With a surge of strength in both hands, the muscles on his arms began to bulge, and a terrifying power burst forth from within. The iron rod started to twist and turn, as if alive, amidst the shocked gazes of the surrounding hoodlums: "Its just you, Im afraid!"

  The iron bar was thoroughly twisted into an iron ring and heavily smashed onto the concrete wall on one side, bursting out with a loud "clang" sound and a trail of sparks. Then, Shi Ling picked up the miniature pistol and military dagger, ignoring the terrified expressions of the few small hoodlums standing there, ignoring the thugs wailing miserably on the ground, and walked away alone.

  Excessive bleeding from behind, Shi Ling has already felt a bit dizzy and must try to leave here as soon as possible.

  Those little rascals stared blankly at Shi Lings solitary back as he walked away, and in that moment, what filled their minds was fear of Shi Ling. As for Xu Shangzhen, who had fallen to the ground, his face twisted in a grimace, he simply didnt dare imagine what kind of man he had provoked - whether he was human or ghost.

  Imagining the power of his twisted iron rod, Xu Shangzhen felt a chill run down his neck. He almost didnt hesitate to think that if he met him again next time, would he use those hands that could easily twist an iron rod to snap his own neck?

  It wasnt until Shi Ling left that these hoodlums came back to their senses and busied themselves taking out their mobile phones to call an ambulance.

  After Shi Ling left the construction site, he waited until those thugs couldnt see him, then his legs went soft and he leaned against a wall, taking out a small pistol and military dagger, and hurriedly took out "hemostatic powder" from his "magic bag".

  He took off his shirt that had already been stained red, poured a packet of "hemostatic powder" into the palm of his hand, and then fumbled with his back to find the wound cut by the knife. When he touched the wound, he felt his fingertips trembling slightly.

  Although he couldnt feel any pain, he could clearly sense that his skin was tearing apart, a strange and terrifying feeling that cannot be described.

  The original wound did not have any painful feeling, until a packet of "hemostatic powder" was applied with the palm of the hand, Shi Ling could immediately hear a faint hissing sound, and then a fine needle-like pain came from the cracked wound.

  The wound was very long, and Shi Ling hurriedly poured the second packet of "hemostatic powder" into his palm, then applied it. In addition to the back injury, his arm was also injured, but fortunately, the injury was not severe. After sprinkling a bit of "hemostatic powder" on it, the bleeding stopped immediately.

  After finishing his work, Shi Ling vaguely heard the sound of an ambulance siren coming from outside. He guessed that this ambulance must have been called by those hoodlums who made the phone call earlier.

  "With this lesson, I believe Xu Shangzhen will be honest for a while. Will this matter shock the police? Even if it really shocks them, I belong to self-defense and dont need to be afraid." Shi Ling slightly shook her head, after applying "Hemostatic Powder" on two injured areas, that strong dizzy feeling disappeared a lot, and the strength in her body was slowly recovering.

  Looking at the shirt stained with blood beside him, thinking of the scene just now, a flame was rising in Shi Lings mind. He didnt think he could be so cruel, that he could stab those little thugs without blinking an eye, and even, he felt excited.

  "Am I... becoming a bad person?" Shī Líng muttered to herself, leaning against the corner of the wall, gazing up at the starry sky for a long time before picking up the bloody clothes beside her and leaving.

  The next few days, no police came to the door, it seemed that Xu Shangzhen was not willing to make a big deal out of this matter either. After the fierce battle that night, Shi Ling unexpectedly discovered that his physical strength had increased during his practice of "Ghost Skull Micro Change". His internal energy had improved and his spirit had accelerated. In just a few short days, the explosive force he could unleash had already exceeded 400 kilograms, and was not far from the peak of "Micro Change" at 500 kilograms.

  The summer vacation had quietly passed for half a month, and July was approaching its end. On the fifth day after the fight with Xu Shangzhen and other thugs that night, Shi Ling had just gotten out of bed, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and was about to go to work at "Diamond Stream" when the device on his left wrist, which had been silent for over half a month, suddenly transmitted an abnormal fluctuation. At the same moment, the long-forgotten "Guides" sweet voice echoed in his mind.

  "Shi Ling, Killing Game is about to start. Theres one hour left for preparation. Countdown begins now."

  Shi Ling took a deep breath, and the third round of "Killing Game" finally arrived.

  Changchun, East Asia Boxing Club.

  The East Asian Boxing Club is the training base of the Jilin Provincial Team, with a very high standard. At this moment, six people are standing around the ring in the center, each one tall and strong, wearing protective gear and boxing gloves. Five of them are surrounding one person who is walking around in the middle, while the five people walking around wear blue protective gear, and the one surrounded in the middle wears red protective gear.

  Outside the arena, dozens of people gathered in twos and threes, with someone shouting: "Xin Ge, jiayou!"

  Another middle-aged man holding a stopwatch said in a low voice: "Start!" and pressed the stopwatch at the same time.

  Almost at the same moment, the five boxers wandering around the surroundings almost rushed up, looking at the formation, as if they wanted to squeeze the person wearing red protective gear in the middle.

  The man wearing red gloves suddenly stomped his foot, "slapped" loudly, and his body seemed to have a kind of leaping momentum, moving at an alarming speed. In an instant, his red boxing glove heavily smashed onto one persons face.

  A low hum, and the man was knocked out and fell to the ground, while the man in the center of the circle took advantage of the momentum to rush out of the encirclement, his right arm swinging like a giant eagle spreading its wings.

  The person wearing blue gloves, who was about to throw a punch from behind him, secretly cried out in alarm and hurriedly raised his arm to protect his head and face. Almost at the same moment, the red-gloved mans right fist "slapped" horizontally onto the protected glove, this punch was so fierce that it actually swung open the persons retracted glove protecting his head and face, heavily hitting his right cheek.

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