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Just as Fat Pig was falling into confusion and doubt, a sudden sharp pain pierced through his right neck, shattering the tranquility and disrupting his thoughts. Lin Wanqing seemed to appear out of nowhere, tightly gripping a broken wooden stick in hand, and swiftly thrust it into Fat Pig's neck with decisive speed.
This unexpected attack caught Fat Pig off guard, causing his massive body to tremble in pain as copious amounts of blood sprayed from the wound, staining the surrounding ground red. Fat Pig let out a deep and startling wail, a sound that reverberated within the narrow space, filled with agony and terror.
In extreme pain, Fat Pig lost his balance, his huge body swaying and eventually falling heavily to one side with a loud thud. His limbs flailed weakly in the air, trying to grab onto something to steady himself, but ultimately in vain.
Lin Wanqing stood where Fat Pig had fallen, her face showing no panic, but rather an unusual calmness. Her gaze calmly watched the fallen Fat Pig, seemingly unrepentant of her recent actions. In this tense standoff, Lin Wanqing demonstrated her astonishing composure and determination, while Fat Pig's fall symbolized a significant turning point in the battle.
After the intense battle, Lin Wanqing stood with her left hand abnormally bent, clearly indicating a fracture. There was no sign of pain on her face, but rather a cold and angry expression. She walked slowly towards the struggling fat pig still lying on the ground, tightly gripping a blood-stained stick in her right hand, her eyes revealing ruthlessness and cruelty.
She looked coldly at the fat pig, her voice filled with dissatisfaction and anger: "You threw me so hard just now, it really hurt, you know?" Her words conveyed extreme dissatisfaction with the fat pig's actions, while also revealing a hint of hidden pain.
Standing next to Fat Pig, Lin Wanqing seemed to transform into an executor, her momentum and posture resembling the arrival of the Grim Reaper, instilling fear in people's hearts. Her gaze was firm and unwavering, maintaining astonishing composure and control even in the face of a huge physical advantage and fierce attacks. The atmosphere around her became more solemn and tense because of her presence. Fat Pig lay on the ground, appearing incredibly small and helpless in the face of Lin Wanqing's fierce and domineering aura.
Fat Pig lay on the ground, wailing in pain, emitting incomprehensible groans. His behavior was extremely foolish, displaying ignorance and clumsiness, further enraging the already impatient Lin Wanqing. Her anger erupted like an enraged wild beast in an instant.
Lin Wanqing let out a furious roar like a banshee, her right hand tightly gripping a blood-stained wooden stick, her eyes flashing with ruthless cruelty. In one swift motion, she viciously plunged the stick into the fat pig's right knee. As the stick pierced through, the sound of cartilage shattering was clearly audible, sending shivers down the spine. The fat pig writhed in agony on the ground, his screams filled with chaos and fear. His body convulsed in extreme pain, gasping for air with a sense of helplessness and despair. Lin Wanqing's rage burned like a raging flame, erupting instantly. Her eyes were filled with ruthless indifference, as if she was not facing a living person, but a piece of wood awaiting the axe. Her movements were swift and powerful. The wooden stick in her hand was like the scythe of death, mercilessly plunging into the fat pig's knee time and time again, each strike filled with intense killing intent and anger. The sound of the stick striking the knee echoed throughout the entire bar, each strike seemingly declaring the fat pig's tragic defeat.
The fat pig's wails gradually became hoarse, his voice filled with disbelief and panic. His body struggled, weakly attempting to escape the endless pain. But Lin Wanqing showed no mercy, her face devoid of compassion, only coldness and determination. Her attacks were relentless, each strike precise and unforgiving, making the fat pig's screams even more piercing with each impact.
Lin Wanqing showed no hesitation or mercy on her face, her actions were decisive and ruthless, each swing filled with determination. She used all her strength to drive the stick deep into the fat pig's right knee, causing ultimate destruction. At this moment, the fat pig had completely lost the ability to resist, his body curled up weakly on the ground, his face contorted in pain.
At this moment, Lin Wanqing was like a female warrior on the battlefield, fearlessly facing the bloodshed and violence before her. She walked to the fat pig's head, her gaze cold and unrelenting. The wound on the fat pig's neck continued to spurt fresh blood, staining Lin Wanqing's shoes a bright red. The blood spread on the floor, creating a chilling red pool.
Lin Wanqing looked at the scene before her with an expression devoid of any wavering or regret. Her eyes held only coldness and determination, as if in this life-and-death confrontation, she had already let go of all emotions and concerns. The fat pig's body lay weak and powerless at her feet, showing Lin Wanqing's absolute advantage in this moment.
Lin Wanqing's eyes were ruthless and cold as she firmly pressed her blood-stained foot onto the fat pig's neck, applying pressure. The pig's face turned increasingly purple, clearly struggling and attempting to resist the impending end with feeble strength. But under Lin Wanqing's cruel control, each of his struggles seemed futile and desperate.
Lin Wanqing stared at him coldly, her tone icy and merciless: "You fat pig, just go and die already!" There was no hint of pity or hesitation in her voice, only determination and indifference. Her steps were unwavering, as if she were the executor of fate, delivering the final judgment to the fat pig.
The fat pig's breathing became increasingly difficult, his eyes slowly losing focus, indicating the gradual fading of life. His limbs weakly struggled on the floor, but gradually became still. Lin Wanqing watched him heartlessly, until his life completely faded away.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the bar froze, and all eyes were on Lin Wanqing. The cruelty and ruthlessness she displayed in this melee made her the most feared presence in the room. Lin Wanqing slowly retracted her foot, looking expressionless at the fat pig lying on the ground. Her movements seemed calm and composed, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a routine matter to her.
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