Chapter 39: Man and Dog Duel

There were many Black people in the city, to the point where it had become a social issue, with their neighborhoods known as the most chaotic and dangerous areas. The Black Bull King was one of them—a Black man with skin as dark as coal, built as powerfully as a bull, and the only white part of his body was his teeth.

His real name was Kendrick. As he walked down the corridor and stepped onto the ring, the crowd erupted into a cacophony of noise.

“Tear him apart! Tear him apart!”

Clearly, this Black Bull King, Kendrick, was famous in the extreme fighting circuit; his very appearance provoked a wave of frenzied shouts. Standing on the platform, Lu Feng finally understood what people meant by a towering giant—this man was as strong as the legendary slaves of Kunlun told in old tales, his whole body seemingly made of muscle, spilling up even into his head.

The crazed spectators hurried to place their bets, and most wagered on the Black Bull King to win. Recently, Kendrick had already snapped several opponents’ necks in cage fights; the stark contrast between his physique and Lu Feng’s was too striking.

The iron cage opened again. Kendrick strode inside with heavy, thudding steps. The attendant slammed the cage shut and locked it once more.

Kendrick glanced at Mad West, who was sprawled motionless on the floor, then at Lu Feng, who was still standing. Finally, he looked up at Big Mouth Owl on the announcer’s stand and, in clumsy pronunciation, called out, “Hey, Big Mouth Owl, you want me to fight this little chick? I could crush his eggs with one hand.”

“Beat him first, then talk,” was the reply.

“Hmph!” Kendrick snorted, then turned to Lu Feng, pointing a dark finger at him. “Once you’re in the cage, I won’t hold back. How many pieces do you want to be torn into?”

Lu Feng ignored him, looking instead at Big Mouth Owl with a cold gaze. “You promised to let me go if I beat Mad West. Are you going back on your word now?”

Big Mouth Owl sneered dismissively. “You have no right to speak to me. If you make it out of the cage alive, then we’ll talk.”

“Hey! Didn’t you hear me talking to you?” Kendrick roared in anger.

“I have no interest in arguing with a Kunlun slave,” Lu Feng replied flatly.

Kendrick didn’t know what a Kunlun slave was, but he understood the meaning of “slave” well enough to know it wasn’t a compliment.

“Looking for death!” Kendrick cursed and lunged at Lu Feng with both arms, like a gorilla.

Lu Feng sidestepped the tackle, planted a foot on the cage wall, and spun in the air, delivering a whirling kick toward the back of Kendrick’s neck.

Kendrick’s reflexes were sharp. He raised an arm to block.

Bang!

The kick landed solidly on Kendrick’s forearm, producing a heavy, muffled thud.

Yet, after that powerful kick, Kendrick did not budge. With very little body fat and a weight of over two hundred pounds, he was as immovable as a mountain.

Kendrick tried to seize Lu Feng’s leg—a move he especially liked to use against Asians who knew a bit of martial arts. All he needed was to block one attack, grab his opponent’s arm or leg, and then hoist and slam them into the ground. He’d lost count of how many people he had knocked out or killed this way.

However, Lu Feng was agile beyond belief. After the spinning kick, he instantly retracted his leg and dodged Kendrick’s grasp.

Kendrick closed in again and lunged. Lu Feng dodged aside, running half a circuit along the cage wall before landing on the opposite side, while Kendrick crashed with a thud into the bars.

“Coward! Don’t run if you’ve got guts! Let me tear you apart!” Kendrick shouted, frustrated at failing to catch Lu Feng.

“All right, I won’t dodge,” Lu Feng replied cheerfully.

“Hmph!” Kendrick didn’t believe him and forced Lu Feng into a corner, then lunged for a bear hug.

This time, Lu Feng truly didn’t dodge. Channeling his inner energy, he formed his fingers into a sword and leaped over Kendrick’s head, stabbing a finger into the vital point at the back of his neck.

“Aah!”

Kendrick cried out, clutching his neck in agony.

Lu Feng didn’t pause. He flipped and whipped his leg into Kendrick’s knee.

Kendrick groaned again, both knees buckling as he collapsed to the ground.

Lu Feng, fingers still sword-shaped, gathered his strength and drove them into Kendrick’s shoulders, the force piercing straight through.

Immediately, Kendrick felt his arms go limp—he didn’t even have the strength to lift them.

“What did you do to me?” Kendrick howled.

“Nothing much, just took away your brute strength,” Lu Feng replied lightly.

“I’ll kill you!” Kendrick roared, trying to struggle, but his limbs were useless—he could only writhe on the ground like a worm.

Lu Feng had no further interest in him. He grabbed the cage door and gave it a shake, then looked at Big Mouth Owl. “Let me out—or you’ll regret it.”

Big Mouth Owl had been stunned by the sight of Lu Feng felling the giant with just a few finger strikes. Now snapping back to reality, he signaled the announcer.

The announcer spoke into the microphone. “The Black Bull King is defeated! The challenger is victorious!”

The crowd erupted. A youth weighing barely half as much as the Black brute had brought him down in a matter of moments!

“Fixed! This was a fix!” someone shouted. “Fake fight! Scam!”

No one wanted to believe what they’d seen. The difference in size was too great. Most had imagined the Black giant would crush Lu Feng like an egg, but the result was the complete opposite, shattering their expectations.

“These fights are real—there’s no fix!” the announcer protested.

“I don’t believe it! Let him fight again, or we’ll wreck the place!” a gambler, crazed from his losses, screamed as he clung to the rail.

The scene grew chaotic; some in the crowd even began attacking the security men from the United Harmony Society.

Even the nouveau riche businessman, who had a good relationship with Big Mouth Owl, was displeased. “Come on, Owl, if you’re short on cash, just ask—I'll spot you a million or so. But this kind of rigged match is out of line.”

Big Mouth Owl, realizing the situation was spiraling out of control, scowled and said coldly, “Fine! One more match, so you’ll see if it’s real or fake! Bring out the fighting dogs!”

“How many?” asked a lackey.

“All of them!” Big Mouth Owl ordered.

The lackey hurried off and soon returned, wheeling out seven cages, each holding a ferocious fighting dog—pit bulls, Tosas, the most fearsome breeds from around the world.

The men opened the special dog doors in the main cage, letting the dogs in one by one before locking them in again.

Lu Feng’s face darkened completely, his furious gaze shifting from Big Mouth Owl to the seven fighting dogs in the cage.

“A man-versus-dog fight! Satisfied now? Place your bets—let’s see how many dogs our challenger can kill!” Big Mouth Owl shouted, waving his arm excitedly.