The hour hand on the clock tower pointed to half past nine in the evening—the prime time for nightlife.

Yet, at this very moment, the 'Chongmeng' Bar, which should have been bustling with song and dance, was sparsely populated. In stark contrast, the parking lot outside the entrance was crammed, a surging mass of people making passage impossible.

Illuminated by the relentlessly bright landscape lights, which seemed to spare no expense on electricity, the parking lot and the pedestrian area before it were as bright as day. In the center of the crowd, a space about six or seven meters square had been cleared, where a figure as imposing as an iron tower stood firmly, arms crossed over his chest.

A brawl? No, no, this was merely an impromptu exhibition. So, no one had called the police; everyone was waiting to watch this clash of titans!

The two sides fighting were a staff member from Chongmeng and a patron who had just thoroughly beaten up several of the bar's security guards. The staff member was nicknamed 'Leopard' (Baozi); anyone familiar with Chongmeng knew he was the bar’s top enforcer, a retired special forces soldier, twenty-eight years old, in his absolute prime. His opponent's background was unclear for the moment, but his combat prowess was equally remarkable, evidenced by his feat of knocking out six men in under thirty seconds!

The parking lot surveillance cameras were trained on the center of the action. Even Li Qin, the owner of Chongmeng Bar, sat before the floor-to-ceiling glass of his office, watching a live feed on his laptop while simultaneously gazing down through the window at the developing situation below.

This conflict had put him in a rather awkward position. In his view, both sides had erred: the guest shouldn't have played that prank impersonating a male escort, and his own men shouldn't have grabbed the guest without asking questions. When the dispute escalated into a fight, it became a matter of Chongmeng's reputation. If he let the guest simply walk away after such an incident, Chongmeng would lose face and become the laughingstock of their peers!

Therefore, Boss Li Qin was quite satisfied with the handling of the situation involving Leopard. Regardless of who won or lost, letting the opponent leave provided a plausible excuse should the guest seek retribution later—it showed Chongmeng upheld their word. If Leopard lost, it still showed Chongmeng was fair, and if he won, the face lost by the bar's disruption would be recovered.

Li Qin had initially suspected that the man and woman were agents sent by a competitor to stir up trouble. However, he later dismissed that idea because the pair had acted quite discreetly, never inciting any large-scale commotion or engaging in extended conversation with other patrons. It seemed, truly, to have been just a misunderstanding.

He held considerable confidence in his little comrade-in-arms nicknamed Leopard. The five special forces soldiers who had caused a scene at the entrance of the Dianmeng Bar previously had been handled by Leopard, who managed to gain the upper hand in a two-on-one scenario. Though today's opponent was clearly strong, in Li Qin's estimation, there was still a significant gap between them and Leopard.

A bright red Lotus sports car pulled up to the roadside. Wang Zhuo took out a business card and handed it to Ruan Mingqing, saying with a smile, "If I get beaten up in a bit, just show them this card, and there won't be any follow-up trouble."

Ruan Mingqing understood this was Wang Zhuo planning ahead. With this card paving the way, no matter how powerful the backing of the Chongmeng Bar was, they likely wouldn't dare pursue any further harassment against him.

"Couldn't you just state your identity now and leave directly?" She couldn't quite comprehend why Wang Zhuo insisted on fighting that massive man.

Wang Zhuo chuckled, offering an embarrassed explanation: "It's been a long time since I fought... my hands are itching."

Ruan Mingqing watched him walk into the crowd speechlessly, harboring only one assessment in her mind: A violent thug.

As Wang Zhuo entered the throng, several scantily clad young women began cheering and screaming for him, ceaselessly snapping photos with their phones using the flash.

These hot girls were a group of second-generation rich kids celebrating a birthday at the Suomeng Bar today. Wang Zhuo had previously noticed them occupying the largest private room, entertained by more than a dozen handsome men, with the girls playing drinking games by rolling dice—the losers having their drinks downed by the handsome companions. He had assumed they were friends at the time; only now did he realize these young heiresses had hired male escorts.

The girls wore tank tops so short they almost revealed the curve of their lower backs, exposing their entire midriffs adorned with pretty belly button piercings. Their hot pants were cut so short they were only a hand's width, revealing their hip bones above and a tiny sliver of their derrières below—they were wildly seductive.

"Hunk, go for it!"

"Take down that big guy! I'll date you!"

"Count me in! Is a double date okay? Handsome, you need to give it your all!"

Wang Zhuo couldn't help but look wryly at the fiery girl shouting about a double date. He thought to himself, A double date sounds acceptable, but certainly not with you...

Compared to Wang Instructor's cheering squad, the women cheering and applauding at the bar entrance were merely stirring up excitement. They were like spectators at a gladiatorial arena watching a fight between a man and a lion—the outcome didn't matter; all they needed was a spectacle that was intense, bloody, and thrilling!

Seeing Wang Zhuo walk into the crowd with such composed bearing and serene confidence, Li Qin suddenly felt he shouldn't remain in his office any longer; he ought to go down into the crowd himself to witness this legendary showdown.

He quickly tossed his laptop onto the desk, used his walkie-talkie to instruct Leopard to wait, and then hurried down the stairs.

By the time he pushed through the onlookers, Leopard and Wang Zhuo were already locked in an intense visual standoff, separated by only three meters—they could erupt into action at any second, already in the zone.

The audience held their breath, many filming with their cell phones. Li Qin considered ordering the security guards to stop them, but there were simply too many people doing it, and they were all Chongmeng customers. He hesitated for a moment and ultimately abandoned the idea.

Eyes locked, Wang Zhuo suddenly asked with a faint smile, "Are you a lefty?"

Both Leopard and Li Qin felt a subtle shock ripple through them. They hadn't expected the opponent to instantly expose Leopard's hidden trump card. Within Chongmeng, besides Li Qin, no one knew of Leopard's secret; he usually relied on his right hand, and no one suspected that his left fist was actually far sharper and more ferocious—his ultimate weapon.

While others couldn't discern Leopard's secret, Wang Zhuo had analyzed his muscle density, reaction speed, and other information using his X-ray vision. Even with identical training methods, the muscle groups of a left-hander's left arm differ from those of a right-hander, allowing Wang Zhuo to discover the secret effortlessly.

Just as Leopard's heart faltered, Wang Zhuo suddenly moved!

He shifted his body slightly to Leopard's right. Just as Leopard reacted—a split second too slow—to the perceived attack on his right side, Wang Zhuo shifted his footing and lunged toward Leopard's left!

Standing opposite each other, Leopard's left side was actually Wang Zhuo's right side, and his right hand was Wang Zhuo's primary weapon—fast, reactive, and powerful. Leopard was first distracted by Wang Zhuo's words, then momentarily confused by the feint. By the time he realized he had been duped, Wang Zhuo’s right hook, loaded with ferocious power, was already swinging toward his face!

Good old Leopard! Seeing evasion was impossible, he hardened his resolve, twisting his face to the angle that would sustain the least damage. Simultaneously, he thrust his left elbow out, ducked his body, and adopted a posture ready for mutual destruction!

If Wang Zhuo's punch had landed solidly, even with Leopard’s thick skin and strong molars, he would have been knocked spinning, seeing stars. After all, Wang Zhuo's iron fist could shatter the jawbone of an ordinary man; no matter how strong Leopard's body was, it was still flesh and blood.

But Leopard's counter-elbow strike had merit. The most potent striking points on the human body are not the fists or feet, but the knees and elbows in the middle of the limbs. While these points generate less torque, they are more direct and carry heavier impact. A simple example: grade-schoolers can rarely break a classmate's rib with a punch, but they can easily do so with an elbow or a knee.

If Wang Zhuo landed his punch on Leopard's face, although the momentum might allow him to partially deflect the incoming elbow strike, that elbow was aimed either at the armpit or the chest. In a mutual trade, Wang Zhuo would suffer the greater loss; if the elbow struck his lung area, he would instantly lose fighting capacity.

Just as Li Qin was about to shout, "Good!" Wang Zhuo suddenly changed his punch into a press, slamming his right hand onto Leopard's shoulder while his left hand followed like a shadow, clamping directly onto Leopard's left wrist and beginning to wrench it backward toward his shoulder!

Not all the onlookers were ignorant rookies. A woman with a sharp, pointed face blurted out, "Special Forces grappling!"

If that wrench were completed, Leopard’s left arm would dislocate on the spot. Wang Zhuo's change of move was unbelievably fast. Leopard felt a searing pain in his left shoulder and, without thinking, flipped over, shedding the immense force applied to his shoulder. Simultaneously, he scissor-kicked his legs toward Wang Zhuo's head.

Wang Zhuo truly hadn't anticipated such a bizarre counter-move from Leopard. He quickly leaned aside to dodge, forced to release his grip on Leopard's left arm. Leopard used the momentum to land both feet, completing a full somersault in mid-air, instantly drawing a roaring ovation from the crowd.

The cheers had barely begun when Wang Zhuo already sent a kick toward Leopard's backside. Leopard had anticipated this move, shifting his body aside and reaching out to grab Wang Zhuo's ankle.

His hand grabbed air. Leopard started, having thought victory was certain, but realized the kick was another feint...

To use Wuxia novel terminology, Leopard's move was "overused"—like a basketball player jumping to block a shot, only to find the opponent hadn't shot at all, merely executing a fake to draw him into the air. Then, while his feet were off the ground and he couldn't defend, the real attack would commence!

Smack!

Excruciating pain shot up Leopard's elbow. His five fingers and half his forearm went completely numb—Wang Zhuo had seized the moment to kick his left elbow, robbing him of half his arm's strength.

What followed was a relentless barrage of continuous kicks and combination punches. Leopard's innate strength had been equal to Wang Zhuo's, but with his left hand temporarily neutralized, he was no match for Wang Zhuo. One saw Instructor Wang's fists and feet flow like the ceaseless current of a great river, like the unstoppable torrent of the flooded Yellow River... Finally, Leopard, having only the ability to parry and no power to counter-attack, was tripped by a hook from Wang Zhuo, causing him to stagger. Then, his outer thigh received a firm but not overly heavy kick, disrupting his balance, and he landed squarely on his rear.

He sat there like a young wife weeping on the floor after being scolded by her husband, sobbing pitifully, one hand supporting him on the ground while his legs splayed out to one side, utterly devoid of the majestic presence he displayed upon entry.

The crowd roared its approval, still hoping Leopard would rise to fight again. But they saw the shame etched across his face. He let out a deep sigh, looked up at the victor, and said, "I lost. You may go!"

So damn ineffective! Coward! Worthless! the people complained internally, unaware that even if Leopard had stood up again, it would have been futile. Not only was his left hand still sluggish, but Wang Zhuo had already held back significantly; otherwise, Leopard's face would be bruised and swollen right now.