Matrix Survival: I Get A Random Chest Every Day

[Head to the right, punch to the face!]

For some reason, Old Pu suddenly went crazy, giving instructions when Li Zheng was under no pressure at all.

He followed the instructions, tilting his head slightly to the right, avoiding Jin Zaiyin's first punch attack.

This punch was avoided, which was within Jin Zaiyin's expectations. His gaze flickered and landed on Li Zheng's right hand, guarding against his counterattack.

However, unexpectedly, Li Zheng didn't use his right hand. Instead, it was his left fist, which had been tucked back, that uncharacteristically swung out, striking Jin Zaiyin in the face with the back of his hand.

Bang!

The punch landed easily, and Jin Zaiyin couldn't withstand the force, stumbling back two steps, momentarily dazed.

As he retreated, Li Zheng advanced.

Taking advantage of Jin Zaiyin's unsteady stance, Li Zheng quickly followed up with a kick to Jin Zaiyin's abdomen.

Jin Zaiyin instantly came to his senses, retreated, and dodged, then turned to counterattack.

[Feign attack, guard your lower body!]

Li Zheng deftly swung his left fist to block Jin Zaiyin's counterattack, then hammered his right fist down forcefully.

Smack!

This punch landed precisely on Jin Zaiyin's advancing leg, hitting the shinbone, a part protected by only a thin layer of skin and with no muscle cushioning. Li Zheng's physique could easily shatter this bone.

But he didn't do it, deliberately restraining his strength, not wanting Jin Zaiyin to lose so quickly.

He was holding back!

Banquan Longma, observing from the sidelines, suddenly narrowed his eyes, realizing that Li Zheng wasn't using his full strength.

"Did he notice I was watching him?" Banquan Longma thought to himself, "Holding back intentionally won't help, it only slightly masks his physique, but his lack of skill is obvious."

A slight grin appeared on Banquan Longma's lips, noticing that every move Li Zheng made lacked technique, relying solely on extremely quick reflexes to counter Jin Zaiyin's attacks.

"Could it be that Li Zheng only relied on weaponry to kill Kitajo Akemi?"

Though he still had doubts, Banquan Longma came to a conclusion similar to Jin Zaiyin's.

That is, Li Zheng had no understanding of close combat and was likely a firearms player.

His ability to wreak havoc the past couple of days was due to his superior weaponry.

[A little mouse scurrying around, with a big rat behind, scheming away. But alas, the big rat isn't clever enough, all his schemes falling into the trap, thinking that your deception only covers your physical capabilities!]

During the battle with Jin Zaiyin, Old Pu occasionally added some other prompts between his tips.

A slight stir in Li Zheng's heart, Old Pu seemed to exhibit some characteristics of equipment form this time, able to detect even the thoughts of his opponent.

[You're overthinking it, it's just microexpression analysis. You really think Master Pu is omnipotent?

Anyway, your reaction speed is enough to deal with the little mouse, let Master Pu take a break.]

Old Pu snarked, then fell silent.

At this point, the battle between Jin Zaiyin and Li Zheng reached a "fever pitch" due to someone's deliberate concealment of strength.

It's as if Li Zheng could foresee all the attacks, always able to react a split second ahead, not allowing Jin Zaiyin a single proper touch.

Conversely, the veteran Sanda fighter got overwhelmed by an ordinary person "who didn't understand fighting," ending up bruised and battered.

If not for Li Zheng holding back his strength, Jin Zaiyin would already have his head blasted, becoming a corpse.

The pain seemed to trigger a ferocity in Jin Zaiyin, who gave up all defense, launching a frenzied assault on Li Zheng without care.

In addition to fists and feet, elbows and knees were also employed. As long as it caused effective damage to Li Zheng, Jin Zaiyin disregarded Sanda rules.

There were even several instances where his targets were aiming for Li Zheng's groin, a line Li Zheng couldn't let pass.

In a moment of urgency, he exerted a bit of force, shattering the shinbone of Jin Zaiyin's right leg to teach him a lesson.

In this one-sided game of holding back yet still dominating, Li Zheng, through observation, roughly figured out Jin Zaiyin's tactics.

This provided some ideas for him to obtain "Boxing Mastery" in the future and could potentially speed up the process.

Feeling that he had mastered it fairly well, Li Zheng suddenly stopped dodging, seized the opportunity when Jin Zaiyin threw a punch, raised his hand to deflect the arm, and punched him in the shoulder socket.

Crack!

With a fracture in the shoulder bone, Jin Zaiyin lost the use of one arm, his eyes reddened, and gritting his teeth, swung the other fist.

Li Zheng used the same trick, disabling that arm as well, then advanced to Jin Zaiyin's position, delivering a series of no-frills heavy punches to his face, leaving Jin Zaiyin's face a battered mess.

Since the moment Li Zheng's first counterattack hit him, Jin Zaiyin realized he might not be able to match Li Zheng.

The subsequent series of battles chilled his heart more and more.

The experience of engaging with Li Zheng was something Jin Zaiyin, who had practiced Sanda for so long, had never encountered before.

The whole process was shrouded in a deep feeling of helplessness. There was no sign of technique in Li Zheng's attacks, but his foresight in combat made Jin Zaiyin despair.

This experience was something he hadn't even felt when facing Lu Manjiang.

If Lu Manjiang was a towering cliff to be revered, Jin Zaiyin might hope to one day stand alongside him with all his might.

Then Li Zheng was an endless expanse of starry sky, allowing him to see countless stars but never the end.

"Return... to... simplicity?" Stumbling out these four words, the pig-headed Jin Zaiyin fell powerlessly to the ground.

Li Zheng didn't even break a sweat, standing in front of Jin Zaiyin, face full of sarcasm: "You're overthinking it. I don't actually know how to fight, let alone bare-hand combat. Winning against you is simply because you're too trashy."

If Li Zheng admitted he was that strong, Jin Zaiyin could die with his eyes closed.

But these words seemed to deny all Jin Zaiyin's efforts and tears in Sanda, trampling on his dignity.

"No... impossible..." Jin Zaiyin didn't want to believe it, his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Nothing's impossible." Li Zheng's calm demeanor made it hard to tell if he was lying, "But fighting you made me more certain that your world championship win was just hype. You couldn't even beat the uncles exercising in the park near my home, let alone Lu Manjiang."

"I..."

Even though Jin Zaiyin spent years denying he cheated, deep down he had to admit he was no match for Lu Manjiang.

Even now, he might not be able to defeat the Lu Manjiang of the past.

Li Zheng was speaking the truth, and Jin Zaiyin neither denied nor admitted to any cheating.

He just said bitterly, "I'm sorry..."

This apology seemed to indirectly acknowledge everything he did back then.

Li Zheng coldly looked at him, suddenly raised his foot, and stomped down forcefully.

"Say that to Lu Manjiang yourself!"

...

Jin Zaiyin's dog died, yet Banquan Longma, the owner, remained a cold observer, even lightly applauding after Li Zheng stomped Jin Zaiyin to death, seemingly agreeing with Li Zheng's actions.

No longer concerned with Jin Zaiyin's body, Banquan Longma even let Li Zheng pocket the Identity Card and extended an invitation, "Mr. Li, your skills are extraordinary and have been very eye-opening. I'm wondering if you have joined any other organizations? If not, would you consider our Creation?"

Li Zheng sneered sarcastically, "What a pipe dream."