Chapter 681: Who Else!
As the audience came back to their senses, each one gaped with mouths wide open, as if they’d witnessed something truly horrific.
“Holy… Holy shit!”
“He’s dead? Iron Fist’s neck is broken? Oh… Jesus Christ!”
“God! What did I just see? Did they really just off Iron Fist?”
“When that Chinese guy brought his knee down, I swear I heard it—the sound of a neck shattering!”
“Seeing Iron Fist like that… I’m definitely gonna have nightmares tonight.”
“Man, those two Chinese dudes play for keeps!”
“Hey! Now that’s what I call fucking professional! You see what they did? These two Chinese guys are genius. They set up Iron Fist from the start—looked like they were after Bonecrusher, but they were just waiting to catch Iron Fist off guard. And they’re ruthless! Fucking incredible!”
“Where the hell did Jess find monsters like these?”
“My money… all down the drain!”
“Boss Rossi is finished too. You see that woman on Jess’s side? Dropped ten million dollars without blinking an eye, and her men kill without batting an eyelid. Rossi kicked a goddamn titanium-steel wall this time. And Miles from Hell’s Angels—you should see his face, he’s green!”
“I swear, I’ll never fuck with anyone who looks like they’re from a Chinese gang… especially not ones in black suits. They’re scarier than the mafia. No, worse—more brutal and cold than any mob.”
“……….”
Jess himself could barely contain his excitement as he said to Liu Yutong, “Grandmother, Boss Yun Cheng and Boss Chu Yang are too strong! Absolutely incredible! I’ve heard of Iron Fist—he was Hell’s Angels’ top enforcer. And they just killed him…”
“From today on, I don’t think anyone in the family will dare question your strength again. The Corallo Family will always be your most loyal partner!”
With Iron Fist down and out, possibly dead, only Bonecrusher remained on the battlefield. There was no way he could take on both Yun Cheng and Chu Yang alone. He’d probably been scared shitless by his partner’s gruesome end—hadn’t anyone noticed how he just stood there in a defensive stance, too terrified to attack?
The few trusted bodyguards behind Jess, who had been tense just moments before, now all stood ramrod straight, faces beaming with pride.
When they looked once more at the two shirtless Chinese men in the cage, now seeming like gods of death, their eyes were filled with awe.
“God! Is this the true power of China’s Wanlong Society that Boss Jess always talks about?”
“No wonder Boss Jess shows Grandmother such respect—she’s too powerful!”
“………..”
On the other side, Rossi and Miles both looked like they’d swallowed a pound of ash.
Rossi especially regretted everything—regretted ever agreeing to Miles’s proposal. If that bastard hadn’t butted in with this 2v2 idea, he never would have lost, never would’ve been caught off guard by those two despicable, underhanded Chinese fighters.
But he couldn’t accept defeat. He couldn’t afford it—fifty million dollars! Even if he only had to cover half, it would still break him!
No! Can’t lose! Absolutely cannot lose!
Thinking this, Rossi suddenly roared down at the cage.
“Bonecrusher, you listen to me!”
“Look at your feet! Iron Fist is finished, but you’re still standing! I’m ordering you to kill them! Kill those two fucking yellow-skinned monkeys! Right now! Immediately!”
“You win, and I’ll give you an extra million! But if you lose, I promise—before sunrise tomorrow, you, your welfare-leeching sister in Oakland, and her little bastard kid in elementary school will all disappear from this world. Not even a bone fragment will be found!”
“You understand me? Get up there! Rip them apart! Or I’ll rip you and your whole family apart!”
Rossi was clearly seeing red, not even bothering to keep up appearances anymore, openly issuing death threats to his own fighter.
Roar!
Bonecrusher let out an inhuman bellow, filled with fury and cornered madness.
“Rossi, you ruthless bastard!”
Bonecrusher was furious inside, desperate to crush Rossi into pieces for threatening his family, but he was trapped.
He whipped his head around, bloodshot eyes fixing on Yun Cheng and Chu Yang.
“It’s all your fault! You forced me! I’ll kill you!”
Bonecrusher held nothing back, ignoring his injuries, charging at the two Chinese fighters like an out-of-control war machine, a crazed suicidal assault.
This time, he abandoned all defense—only attack, even if it meant taking hits to land his own.
“Watch it, he’s going all-out!”
Yun Cheng warned, immediately creating some distance. Chu Yang moved just as fast, both retreating a few steps to form a pincer formation.
As they watched Bonecrusher charge like a mad bull, their expressions turned serious. His desperate style could actually do some damage if they weren’t careful.
“Come on, you bastard!”
Yun Cheng roared back, boosting morale. As Bonecrusher’s fist swung over, he used his technique to redirect the force.
But this time, Bonecrusher was all brute force and body weight. Yun Cheng’s redirection barely worked, and he took a hard hit to the shoulder, grunting as he crashed into the cage wall.
Seeing this, Chu Yang immediately flanked, delivering a vicious toe-kick to the back of Bonecrusher’s supporting knee.
Bonecrusher buckled from the pain, but as he fell, his massive left hand shot out like a vise, grabbing for Chu Yang’s calf.
Chu Yang barely reacted in time—even so, his pant leg tore with a loud rip.
The battle erupted again with renewed intensity!
Bonecrusher’s attacks grew more frenzied, more desperate.
Yun Cheng and Chu Yang kept dodging, searching for the perfect moment to end it in one strike.
The audience held their breath once more, not wanting to miss a single second of this brutal fight.
Rossi, eyes red, roared again, “Kill them! Crush them into paste!!!”
Even Liu Yutong, who had remained calm until now, felt worried watching the cage fight, silently praying: “You’re the best! You’ll be fine!”
Inside the octagonal cage.
As time ticked by, the final showdown reached its climax.
Bonecrusher finally couldn’t withstand the double assault. Yun Cheng’s flying kick caught him square in the chest, dropping him to the ground.
Chu Yang didn’t give him a chance to recover, rushing over to stomp on his wrist with a sickening crack of bone.
“Aaah! My hand!” Bonecrusher was truly broken now.
He struggled to his feet, only to see the two Chinese fighters move in near-perfect sync, raising their feet to deliver a devastating kick.
Boom!!!
Bonecrusher hit the reinforced steel cage wall like a cannonball, denting the specially-made wire mesh.
Then his massive body slid down and crashed to the floor.
The fight was over!
Inside the cage, the once-arrogant, seemingly invincible Bonecrusher and Iron Fist lay defeated, their fates unknown.
Yun Cheng and Chu Yang were also marked—Chu Yang had taken a punch to the eye, which was now swollen shut, and while Yun Cheng looked better, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Though they looked battered, in the eyes of the crowd they were like war gods who had survived a bloody battle!
Then Chu Yang took a deep breath and suddenly raised a fist high, roaring at the entire venue:
“ANYONE! ELSE!!!”