Such a heavy offensive forced Luke to lower his head and cough repeatedly in discomfort.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Before Luke could even look up, Lao delivered a chopping elbow, blasting Luke's temple. With this strike, Lao completely stunned Luke.

Struck with a blow to a vital point at the limits of human endurance, Luke was knocked into a bent-over, head-twisted posture, as if about to fall. The hand clutching the handkerchief also loosened slightly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lao pulled down on the handkerchief, and it slipped from Luke's grasp.

Luke's subconscious seemed to sense that he was about to lose, so his brain kept reminding him that the handkerchief was slipping away.

*Snap!* Luke immediately clenched his fist, gripping the handkerchief tightly.

Lao thought to himself, "He really is a tenacious fellow..."

Lao yanked hard, pulling Luke close to him.

*Bang!*

Lao used a deflecting strike, his palm losing strength and flailing toward Luke's face.

Luke cried out in pain, "Ah!"

And then...

*Bang!*

As Lao delivered a sweeping side kick to the neck, his right middle finger thrust out, delivering a spiraling finger jab that struck Luke's Yintang acupoint (third eye point).

"Ugh..."

Luke fell backward, his pupils dilating, completely motionless.

Luke had been struck into a state of suspended animation by Lao.

That's right! When humans suffer heavy blows, the muscles and bones of the body protect us.

But acupoint strikes are different. This method of attacking specific acupoints bypasses the body's solid muscles and bones, allowing one to directly and effectively knock down an opponent in the shortest amount of time.

If Luke couldn't wake up from this state of suspended animation, he would be a vegetable forever!

Even so, Luke's left hand still clung tightly to the handkerchief.

He hadn't lost, he hadn't lost yet!

Lao looked at Ye Cang. "Your friend seems to have been knocked unconscious. Help him back to rest."

Lao released the handkerchief and turned to leave...

Suddenly, a hand rested on Lao's shoulder.

Lao turned back to look...

*Boom!*

Luke unleashed a leaping uppercut, hitting Lao squarely.

Lao was shocked!

"Luke woke up so quickly? Could it be...that I didn't hit him hard enough?"

*Pfft!*

Lao, his upper body leaning back, hastily reached out to grip the back of Luke's neck, using it to steady his center of gravity.

*Bang! Bang, bang, bang, bang...*

*Boom! Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...*

The two once again engaged in close-quarters brawling, neither willing to yield an inch. This was a true duel between men!!!

By now, more and more people were watching.

If one were standing at a distance watching this brawl, they would clearly see blood flying everywhere, and explosive collisions echoing around them.

*Bang!*

Lao used another kicking technique, a spinning back kick, coordinating his shoulder, waist, and hips to powerfully kick Luke in the abdomen.

Luke knew he was outmatched, but he didn't retreat an inch.

He quickly tensed his muscles, pressed his heels down, and stubbornly endured Lao's attack!

In the distance...

Seeing that Lao had never been so serious before, the man began to look excited. "Lao's getting serious! I didn't expect Luke to push Lao to this point. I guess this match will be decided soon..."

A Xue remained silent, her expression complex and grave.

A Xue thought to herself, "Luke, please give up, please give up. You can't beat Lao."

Luke stubbornly endured the spinning back kick, blocking it.

Lao sneered, grabbed Luke's head with one hand, and violently slammed it down!

*Boom!*

Luke's head was suddenly smashed into the ground, his head disappearing, his body vertical in the air.

After a loud echoing sound, a large amount of gravel splattered into the air.

And the handkerchief in Luke's hand was still there.

Ye Cang thought to himself, "Lao, is this the strongest Lao? If it were me, or Feng Lei, I'm afraid we would have been beaten to death by Lao..."

The onlookers were all stunned by Lao's absolute dominance and absolute strength.

Ye Wenxiao thought to himself, "Lao's strength is too strong... Even if I attacked his weaknesses in this situation, I might not win."

The extras thought to themselves, "Wow! Awesome! No wonder he's the strongest mercenary, Lao!"

Ying Ning thought to herself, "That damn Lao, he could easily single-handedly beat an S-rank Dragon Ghost."

A Xue was very worried about Luke. At this moment, she was extremely anxious, agitated, and worried.

These negative emotions were intertwined in a complex way. "Luke! Don't be silly, don't be stubborn anymore! Just give up!"

Lao said with great satisfaction, "Not bad, Luke. This is the kind of duel that men should have!"

Just as Lao was speaking, Luke seemed to transform into an illusory figure, appearing from Lao's side.

Luke took a step with the tip of his foot, swinging his body around.

Luke unleashed a super-powerful haymaker with all his strength, hitting Lao's nose and mouth without any deviation.

The fist peak exploded against Lao's face like a heatwave.

*Boom!*

Lao was directly blasted by Luke, his head snapping back and nosebleed erupting like a geyser.

Ye Wenxiao exclaimed, "So cool! Luke is so cool! As far as boxing skills go, Luke's punches are completely disorganized, his boxing is crude. But this super haymaker was executed to perfection!"

"How perfect, you ask... Well, it was at least three or four stories high..."

Lao, bleeding and furious, grabbed Luke's head and swung his right hand, smashing the palm of his hand into Luke's cheek.

Luke still refused to give up. He quickly grabbed Lao's right hand that had delivered the palm strike.

While gripping Lao's wrist, Luke squatted down like a turret, stabilizing his lower body, and immediately extended his knee, twisted his waist, and rotated his shoulder.

An attack with maximized, strongest power, transformed into a flash of light rushing toward Lao's chest.

*Rumble!*

At this moment! This punch's explosive crack could be clearly heard even from thousands of kilometers in the sky.

After being hit by Luke's strongest blow, Lao spun and rotated in the air.

His uncontrolled body spiraled dozens of times, then was blown away like a whirlwind, crashing heavily next to A Xue.

The man who was watching the battle with A Xue let out a strange laugh and said, "Hahaha, Lao, looks like you're really in trouble."

Lao sat on the ground, patted his head, and said, "This guy is indeed very powerful, a real man!"

Lao stood up, wanting to continue fighting.

A Xue suddenly said, "Lao, you've lost!"

Lao looked puzzled. "A Xue, what are you talking about? I lost to Luke? Are you kidding me? I was just warming up..."

A Xue said with certainty, "Lao, you really lost!"

Suddenly, Lao seemed to realize something.

He quickly looked at his left hand and found that the handkerchief was gone.

"What the f*ck! Where's the handkerchief? How did it disappear?"

Lao was incredulous, but he had to accept the result.

A moment later, Lao came to Luke again.

At this moment, Luke was panting heavily, his legs were shaking, struggling to stand, and the handkerchief in his left hand was fluttering in the wind.

The fluttering handkerchief was not just a declaration of victory.

It was more like the metamorphosis of a man in adversity.

It was the heart of never giving up, the heart of perseverance.

It was a man facing death's roar, yet still choosing to stand tall in the storm, facing the raging waves before him!!!

Lao raised his empty left hand. "Luke, you won. The handkerchief is still in your hand."

Luke smiled slightly, his body suddenly gave out, and he fell forward.

Lao grabbed Luke's collar and pulled him up.

Then, he draped Luke's arm over his shoulder and sent Luke back to the Golden Light Mercenary Group.

On the way back, Lao, the mysterious man, and A Xue, Lao suddenly said, "A Xue... you have a good eye..."