After Wang An finished speaking, he stood up and began walking toward the arena, but Chu Hanshan suddenly spoke up
"He's not dead yet. Why the hell are you going up? If you go up now, you'll have to fight two at once."
To be fair, Wang Li's performance had been truly impressive. Although he was covered in injuries and swaying on his feet, for one person to knock down ten people in a row—ten trained martial artists, no less—was absolutely an extraordinary feat.
However, the rules of this arena were truly vicious.
A side could only be declared defeated if they were completely knocked unconscious or were struck repeatedly without any ability to fight back.
The opposing side had more people, and since they were all just "blades and guns" kept as pets, no one cared how badly these fighters were injured. Therefore, these rules meant nothing to Chu Hanshan and his group.
In fact, this kind of fighting was like cockfighting, dogfighting, or cricket fighting to them; it was purely a source of entertainment in their lives.
Yes, entertainment—the entertainment of the rich.
If human lives weren't at stake, Chu Hanshan and the others might have opened an underground fight club—the kind that didn't care about life or death, only about winning or losing.
But for the person standing on the stage, this kind of fight was utterly inhumane. Mainly because this was fucking playing with one's life!
However, whether it was Wang Li's skill or the combat power of these thirty "blades and guns," they were all fragile in Wang An's eyes. Thus, whether it was one-on-one or one-on-two made little difference to him.
One had to realize that with skill like Wang Li's, Wang An could take on four at once without much effort.
Primarily, in terms of speed, strength, endurance, durability, or the ruthlessness of their techniques, a fighter like Wang Li was not even in the same league as Wang An; there was simply no comparison.
Consequently, Wang An nodded and said with a smile
"Since Boss Chu has spoken, I must obey unconditionally. If Boss Chu says I should fight two at once, then I'll fight two at once. As long as you're happy watching, Boss Chu, that's all that matters, hehehehe..."
Having said that, Wang An slipped through the gap between the two railings, walked over to Wang Li, reached out to support his arm, and asked
"How is it? Can you get down on your own? Or should I help you down?"
Wang Li grinned, forcing out a sliver of strength, and spoke intermittently
"I can... I'm just... I'm just a bit... a bit drained. Fourth Brother, wait for me... wait for me to rest a bit... I'll come back up after a bit of rest."
Wang An patted Wang Li on the shoulder and said
"Enough. You've been beaten into this fucking state; stop being so damn stubborn. Just get down."
Wang Li looked at the two "blades and guns" who had already entered the ring, and only then did he stagger out through the gap in the railings.
Seeing this, the referee immediately told both sides
"Get ready. Begin!"
The fact that they were attacking together seemed to give these two fighters a lot of confidence. As soon as the referee shouted, the two of them rushed forward impatiently.
They likely assumed that Wang An's strength was the same as Wang Li's. Since Wang Li had struggled so much fighting them one by one, wouldn't they be guaranteed a victory if they fought him together?
The two attacked from the left and right; one swung a fist toward Wang An's head, while the other raised a leg to kick at Wang An's legs. Their coordination was actually quite decent.
Wang An took a step to the left and leaned his upper body back, immediately executing the first form of the Eighteen Hands of the Black Dragon—the Azure Dragon's Searching Claw. He grabbed the incoming fist in one motion, then drove a knee strike upward before letting go, sending the youth flying back more than three meters.
Because of that step Wang An had taken, the other youth's kick missed him by a hair, the wind of the strike sweeping past Wang An's ankle.
Wang An seized the opportunity to strike again, delivering a "Leg-Kick Throat-Lock."
While kicking the youth's attacking thigh down toward the ground, he simultaneously grabbed the right side of the youth's neck.
The Leg-Kick Throat-Lock required speed and precision, as well as powerful force.
Wang An instinctively tightened his grip on the opponent's neck, but immediately dialed back the strength.
Mainly, if Wang An didn't hold back his grip strength, he could have crushed the youth's throat instantly.
After a single squeeze, Wang An immediately let go and followed up with a one-inch punch to the youth's trigeminal nerve. The youth's head snapped to the side, and he collapsed to the ground with his eyes rolling back, his body twitching.
At that moment, the other youth rushed back in.
Wang An didn't have time to execute a formal move, so instead of retreating, he advanced, slamming into the youth with a powerful Iron Mountain Lean.
Wang An weighed a full 170 or 180 pounds, while this youth had the weight of an average person, likely not exceeding 150 pounds. Unsurprisingly, the youth was sent flying by the impact.
Immediately after, the youth slammed into the railings with a loud "clang," then crashed heavily onto the ground.
It was clear that the impact had been severe. After hitting the ground, he struggled desperately to stand up, but ultimately failed.
With that, both "blades and guns" had been taken down by Wang An, and less than 20 seconds had passed.
The crowd watching from below the arena were all expressions of shock and disbelief. They had never imagined that such a ferocious person existed in this world.
Chu Hanshan and the man called Brother Sheng stood up abruptly, and the look in their eyes toward Wang An changed; the previous contempt and arrogance were gone.
However, these two were veterans of Dangling Island, so after exchanging a glance, they sat back down.
On the stage, after a few people came up to carry away the two fallen fighters, two more "blades and guns" immediately jumped up.
Only, the gaze these two new fighters cast upon Wang An no longer held any fighting spirit; instead, it was filled with tension and anxiety.
It couldn't be helped; the scene just now had been too shocking. With just a few moves, Wang An had beaten two of their training partners so badly they couldn't stand.
This level of combat power had completely transcended the understanding of ordinary martial artists.
The key was that their skill levels were all roughly the same. Since the first two had been beaten into such a pathetic state, the result of them fighting Wang An was obvious.
Unknown fear can drive a person to fight desperately, but known fear is what brings true despair.
After entering the ring, the two didn't attack; they simply circled around Wang An. Rare for him, Chu Hanshan didn't shout or curse, but simply watched the arena in silence.
After standing in the center of the ring and circling along with them a few times, Wang An said to them with great helplessness
"What did you two come up here for? Are we fighting or not? What's the deal? You two trying to make me dizzy by circling me?"