Chapter Thirty-Two: Single Whip

Dobermans and Pit Bulls are both considered fierce, aggressive breeds. In fact, Dobermans are generally larger in stature. Most adult Dobermans fall into the category of large or giant breeds, while adult Pit Bulls range between medium and large. When it comes to pure ferocity, it is hard to say which is more dangerous.

However, Pit Bulls possess one undeniable trait: they have very few nerve endings under their skin, and the adrenaline released during excitement allows them to ignore pain more easily. This means that when a Pit Bull begins to maul its prey, it will often fight to the death. Once they latch on, even if they sustain fatal wounds, they will not let go for a significant amount of time. Furthermore, Pit Bulls have tremendous stamina and exceptionally thick muscle layers, making a karambit knife less effective against them.

If it were just one Pit Bull, the threat might be less than that of a Doberman, given the disparity in size; Pit Bulls are typically smaller. But three Pit Bulls, faced only with a karambit, would be an extremely dangerous situation.

Song Ren had been repeatedly targeted by his adversaries, and he was filled with pent-up rage. They say a life must be paid for with a life, and debts must be repaid with money. When people do this kind of thing too often, they must eventually pay the price.

Without a word, Song Ren picked up his karambit and walked into the barren hills first. The landscape inside was much like what he had seen from the outside—sparse vegetation, minimal grass cover, and very few places for a person to hide. However, every so often, one could see sturdy steel structures topped with high-definition cameras. The cameras were so ubiquitous that they effectively covered the entire mountain.

This forced Song Ren, who had been prepared to use the compound bow from his storage space, to abandon the idea. If he could use the compound bow, three adult Pit Bulls would be nothing more than a simple matter of whether he felt like finishing them off. He wouldn't even fear a tiger or a brown bear. But the problem now was the sheer number of cameras. Forget the bow; he couldn't even openly pull out a handgun. Ultimately, he was constrained by his current identity.

Song Ren had reached the halfway point of the mountain. Sure enough, cameras were everywhere. He completely gave up on the plan to use the bow, found a rock, and sat down.

He wasn't going any further. It had been about half an hour since he entered the hills. The "livestock" should have been released by now. Song Ren toyed with the sharp karambit, his deep eyes fixed on the foot of the mountain in the dead of night. Since he couldn't use the compound bow for a quick finish, he would have to be a bit more ruthless with them.

Canines have night vision several times better than humans, giving these aggressive dogs a significant advantage in the dark. However, the moon was bright tonight, and with the lack of vegetation on the barren hills, visibility was quite good. Song Ren sat not far from a steel camera mount, where the camera could clearly capture his every move.

Inside the villa, it had become completely quiet. The people in the room held their breath, their glasses of red wine set aside. On their full-screen view, they could clearly see three "monsters"—fat, flat-headed, with triangular ears, small eyes, and bodies rippling with muscle—sprinting madly toward the hillside.

When Pit Bulls charge at prey at full speed, they rarely bark like ordinary dogs, so they did not stand out in the darkness as they rushed toward Song Ren. Fortunately, Song Ren had been waiting for a long time. It would be sheer madness to play a game of tag with these beasts on this kind of terrain. Since they were specially trained and had been tracking him using items scented with his own odor, running away or hiding was effectively impossible.

Since those wealthy patrons in the villa wanted to see blood, he would oblige them.

Song Ren stood up from the rock, spun the karambit in his palm, and gripped it in a reverse hold. With the curved blade pointed upward, he settled into a horse stance, his black pupils bright and clear. The "Hoof" mark on his back began to burn again. He took a deep breath, gradually slowing his respiration.

Three ferocious adult Pit Bulls. Honestly, in the current situation, they were far more dangerous than the assassin Ah Ji.

In the darkness, the foremost shadow lunged forward. From several meters away, Song Ren had already caught sight of the blood-red maw filled with interlocking fangs.

With extreme precision, Song Ren sidestepped, retreated half a step, and pivoted his waist, using the momentum to kick the second Pit Bull following closely behind into the air. The angle was perfect, causing the second dog to slam into the third one, stopping its momentum.

The next moment, he leaned back, supporting himself with one hand to dodge as the first Pit Bull lunged again. Once these beasts became aggressive, they felt almost no fatigue or pain due to various factors. They barely barked; they just went for the throat, biting and tearing, attacking again and again without pause.

As Song Ren rolled to his feet, the other two dogs were already upon him. He retreated immediately, leaped up, grabbed the high part of the steel structure, and used his arm as an axis to spin in the air. While suspended, he twisted his waist and back like a spring and swung his right leg, consciously pouring the heat from the "Hoof" mark into his limb.

Ten Routes of Tan Tui—Single Whip!

The Hoof Mark!

Under the bright moonlight, having achieved the perfect angle from the rotating support, this mid-air kick unleashed the most violent power Song Ren currently possessed, all concentrated into one strike.

He struck with his instep, kicking against the dog's flank. Even with its thick muscle layer, the Pit Bull whimpered in mid-air, tracing a straight line through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Thud!

It was a dull, heavy sound of flesh hitting the earth; even through the large monitoring screen, one could almost feel the vibration. The six people in the villa all stood up abruptly, their pupils dilating as they stared at that shocking kick on the LCD screen.

But the battle was far from over.

After Song Ren used the momentum to land that kick, another Pit Bull lunged. He could only dodge hastily, elbowing the dog's massive head aside. But just as he knocked one away, the next one was already before him. Its blood-red jaws were aimed straight at his neck; at such close range, he could almost count every tooth in its mouth.

Song Ren’s pupils contracted violently. He snapped the karambit into his left hand and, with a reverse grip, jammed the curved blade into the masseter muscle of the dog's gaping maw. Under the immense force of the lunge, the karambit sliced directly through the dog's muscle, only to be stopped by the sharp fangs of its upper jaw.