Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

"Damn it, you little brat!"

Another thug wielding a triangular bayonet immediately stepped forward and stabbed Bo Bing hard in the back. The strong middle-aged man next to him also drew his machete and rushed up to slash him.

The two guys on the side, whose wrists had been hit by thin ice, were moving their wrists. One ran to check on the injured person on the ground, and the other followed.

Bo Bing stepped back and turned, creating distance between himself and the machete. As he turned, the hem of his jacket flew up and was pierced through by a military dagger from behind. He also took a hard graze to the shoulder from the dagger, causing blood to gush out.

Bo Bing didn't freeze. Instead, she endured the pain, spun around, and used her fire axe to block the attacks of the two opponents more than ten times. The sparks that flew out were clearly visible in the darkening sky.

Blood stirred her beastly instincts, and Thin Ice's attack momentum intensified.

While fighting, Bo Bing dodged with the man with the military dagger, circling around and returning to the vicinity of the Santana. The man with the machete couldn't run anymore, and the man with the military dagger was also panting heavily, his clothes becoming a burden at this moment.

The strong man with the iron rod, who had a huge physical advantage, also caught up from the side, wanting to swing it at Bo Bing's side, but was caught by the curve of Bo Bing's fire axe. Seeing this, the other party still did not give up his weapon. He revealed a vicious smile and directly turned on the electric switch on the rod.

"Fuck you son of a bitch!"

The fire axe in Bo Bing's hand had a rubber handguard, but in the rain, the power of the stun gun was almost beyond what ordinary people could imagine. Bo Bing's weapon flew out of his hand, and his hand was sore and numb that he couldn't lift it at all.

The opponent landed a side kick on the thin ice, then raised his hand high, preparing for a second strike.

Jiang Wenqing trembled uncontrollably. He had just vaguely seen Bo Bing kick someone down, but he didn't expect Bo Bing's weapon to slip from his hand. His heart, which had just settled down, was in suspense again.

Seeing Bo Bing raise his left leg, the thug with the stun gun immediately realized that the young man was going to kick his wide-open torso. Thinking of the force of the kick that knocked him out just now, he almost subconsciously released the stun gun and protected his ribs with both hands.

The left kick was powerful, and the thug managed to protect his ribs and abdomen, letting out a painful groan. He protected himself very successfully. He even tried to pick up the stick hanging on his wrist again, but Bo Bing didn't give him the chance.

The young man had a fierce expression, and his dark, snake-like eyes were veiled by a venomous red gauze.

—A bloodthirsty bastard.

Upon seeing the abnormal dark color spreading on Bo Bing's back, Yin Su felt a chill run through his body. Half of his body, which had just been soaked by the rain, was still wet, and his shoulder, which Bo Bing had pinched, was throbbing with pain.

He was almost certain that Bo Bing was bleeding. He was extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do to help.

His godfather was a madman who was prone to losing his temper—he was terrified that the other man had gone mad again under the influence of provocation.

—Why haven't the production crew arrived yet?

A gasp came from inside the car.

Yin Su suddenly looked up.

Bo Bing quickly retracted his left foot after the feint, or rather, he didn't put his weight on his left foot at all, so the moment his opponent thought he had blocked it.

【Brazilian Capoeira】is known for its surprise attacks – upon activation, heavy attacks are increased by 4%.

Bo Bing's left foot was just a decoy; he was waiting for the moment when the other party would slightly lower their body to divert attention.

The young man immediately pulled back his leg, his body shrunk and turned smoothly, his left leg shooting out with an extremely powerful whooshing sound.

The rain was also swirled by his whip kick, and his instep struck the opponent's head without mercy.

[One-Hit Kill] has been activated.

"boom--"

The strong, tall man, as big as a small iron tower, was hit in the head. The moment his foot collided with the other man's head, a burst of white mist exploded. The assailant took a step back in disbelief, his body stiffened, and he fell heavily backward to the ground, motionless.

Because he was nearby, Yin Su could see the battle. He clenched his fists; if he wasn't mistaken, the spray that had just erupted wasn't rain, but...

Cerebrospinal fluid.

—This criminal is probably in grave danger.

Out of humanitarian concern, Yin Su spoke a few words about the terrain features into the potentially useless camera, so that the audience and staff who could hear him could call an ambulance.

The man carrying the machete was sallow and thin. Upon seeing this, he ignored everything and swung the machete horizontally.

Bo Bing had no weapon in his hands, so he could only crouch down and dive to barely dodge the attack. However, this aggravated the wound on his shoulder, and he slowed down, allowing the opponent to slash him in the back.

Even with the protection of the leather jacket, it couldn't cushion much of the fierce force. Bo Bing gasped in pain, enduring the excruciating pain as she used her uninjured hand to push herself up. The opponent's knife landed on empty air.

Yin Su and Jiang Wenqing barely dared to breathe, for fear of affecting Bo Bing.

[Forced pain shielding activated]

[Body Repair Begins]

Bo Bing immediately felt much more relaxed, and Jiang Wenqing could hardly believe that Bo Bing could still stand up.

The black-haired youth's face was covered in his own blood.

Bo Bing twitched his nostrils. The smell of burnt chemicals on the other person, combined with their appearance, made him wary.

【Brazilian Capoeira】Phase 2, critical hit bonus 5%.

As the opponent excitedly swung his broadsword at her, Bo Bing delivered a whirlwind kick, precisely knocking the broadsword from his hand. The broadsword flew towards the man with the military dagger, who quickly stopped to dodge.

Bo Bing didn't stop, just as he said, once the arrow is released, there's no turning back.

After finishing his kick, he braced himself on the ground and executed a beautiful Thomas full twist, his right leg precisely striking the opponent's vulnerable knee joint, effectively disabling him and sending him sprawling to the ground.

This wasn't the end. Bo Bing withdrew his hands, ignoring the wound on his back, spun around to take advantage of the momentum, pulled back his legs and kicked out hard. The thin man was kicked directly to the intersection, splashing through the mud and water, and crashed into a telephone pole, where he lay motionless.

This set of movements was completed almost in an instant.

Just as the man with the dagger arrived, he saw his companion fly out of the way. Bo Bing struggled to straighten his body; the movements had taken a heavy toll on him, and the scent emanating from the other man had aroused his senses.

This guy smelled just as bad.

Bo Bing didn't have time to think carefully; her legs moved instinctively to avoid the opponent's deadly thrusts.

My physical fitness is a little lacking.

Quick fight.

[Capture - Disarm] activated.

Bo Bing blocked the opponent's wrist and used five or six standard grappling techniques to forcibly disarm him.

Bo Bing threw away the weapon, and the other person's fist landed squarely on his shoulder wound.

The wound, which had barely healed under systemic medical care, bled profusely again.

Bo Bing ignored all that, took a step back, and just as the other party thought he had chickened out and was about to chase after him, Bo Bing made a feint, took a step back, supported himself with one hand on the ground, and lifted himself up upside down.

Take the enemy by surprise.

【Brazilian Capoeira】Three Stages.

One-hit kill

"Bang! Crack—"

The toe struck the assailant hard in the nose. Before the assailant could even see what the guy was doing, he was lying on the ground unconscious.

Seeing that things were going badly, the other thug had already jogged to the car.

The van had already started and was heading towards the overpass.

Bo Bing chased after him to the bridge, his expression cold and ruthless.