The onlookers gasped at the scene, the outcome completely unexpected. Wang Gang, in particular, was stunned. He had seen Yang Feilong's friend as just an ordinary person, or perhaps slightly better, certainly no match for his own friend. His plan was to subdue Li Yang when he tried to intervene. But he never imagined such a result! His friend, a formidable opponent, was sent flying with a single slap by someone who appeared to be of ordinary or perhaps slightly above-average cultivation. This slap, though landing on his friend's face, felt like a blow to his own.
"I'll fight you to the death!" the hot-tempered youth scrambled to his feet, enraged, and charged at Yang Feilong again.
*Bang!*
Yang Feilong unleashed a swift kick, sending the hot-tempered youth flying. He crashed heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
"The gap is too vast!"
"Who could have imagined that this seemingly unremarkable young man is actually a Xuanwu Realm cultivator! His talent is astonishing!"
"Indeed, Xuanwu Realm before the age of twenty, that's incredible talent!"
"How do you know he's Xuanwu Realm?"
"I recognize the one who was sent flying. His name is Huang He. In the Zhenwu Realm, he's virtually invincible. He can even contend with early-stage Xuanwu Realm cultivators, but this young man defeated him like a father to a son. If that's not Xuanwu Realm, what is it? A peak Zhenwu Realm martial artist? While a peak Zhenwu Realm martial artist could achieve this, I'd rather believe he's Xuanwu Realm."
"True, peak Zhenwu Realm martial artists are too rare, and while young Xuanwu Realm cultivators are few, they can occasionally be seen."
"Speaking of which, how could a Xuanwu Realm cultivator this young have been unknown until now?"
"Xinghai City is vast; it's normal that you don't know everyone!"
"That's true, but he shouldn't have absolutely no reputation! Look around, not a single person recognizes him. That's not normal!"
"It seems so. Perhaps he's not from Xinghai City?"
Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, a young man, enraged, charged towards Yang Feilong. "Kid, how dare you hurt my brother! Take this punch!" *Boom.*
"That's Huang He's cousin, Huang Chuan!" someone recognized him.
Although Huang He's cultivation was at the peak of the Zhenwu Realm and he could contend with some early-stage Xuanwu Realm cultivators, there was still a significant difference compared to true Xuanwu Realm cultivators. Huang Chuan, though only at the early Xuanwu Realm, was far more powerful than Huang He.
"Mountain Cannon Fist!" Huang Chuan's gaze was sharp as he unleashed his powerful boxing technique. Yang Feilong had sparred with many Guwu Realm cultivators, but few were proficient in techniques. The boxing technique displayed by his opponent was clearly extraordinary. Whether it be fist, saber, or sword techniques, they are all skills that maximize attack power. It's like the earlier limit martial artist test, which prohibited the use of techniques. Thus, limit martial artists are not truly invincible because without mastering powerful techniques, they cannot unleash their full attack potential, effectively wasting their abilities. Yang Feilong, of course, understood techniques, but he hadn't encountered an opponent that forced him to use them.
*Boom!*
Yang Feilong took a sudden step forward and threw a punch. This punch was unadorned but incredibly powerful. After all, he could unleash the combat power of a peak Xuanwu Realm martial artist with a casual punch. Although his opponent, Huang Chuan, employed boxing techniques, he was still a considerable distance from the combat power of a peak martial artist. Therefore, the outcome of this clash was predictable.
With a *bang*, Huang Chuan staggered back, his eyes filled with horror. Knowing Yang Feilong was Xuanwu Realm, he had decided to avenge his cousin and had attacked with all his might. But he never expected that a seemingly casual punch from the opponent would contain such terrifying power, knocking him back.
*Boom!*
Yang Feilong followed up with a kick. He spread his palms wide, blocking in front of him.
*Bang!*
His hands were forced apart by the immense power, and then his chest met Yang Feilong's flying kick. *Pfft*, he spat blood and was sent flying, following in his cousin's footsteps!
"My heavens, even Huang Chuan, at the early Xuanwu Realm, was defeated in less than two moves!"
"This young man's combat power is incredible!"
"No wonder Li Yang's face showed no worry. It's no wonder Li Yang, a peak Xuanwu Realm existence, would humble himself to befriend him!"
"I must say, we've completely misjudged him! Wang Gang offended such a prodigy. His luck is truly terrible!"
Wang Gang's expression was grim. Yang Feilong's strength was far beyond his expectations.
"Li Yang, you set me up!" Wang Gang cursed inwardly. Despite his pride, he had to admit Yang Feilong's extraordinary talent. But now that he had offended him, what was the point of apologizing except to be ridiculed? He had no choice but to press on!
"Brother, you've been too heavy-handed. Let me, Xu Fei, spar with you!" A young man stepped forward from the crowd, approaching Yang Feilong. Among Wang Gang's friends, this person was the strongest, second only to Wang Gang himself. A late-stage Xuanwu Realm cultivator! It was obvious to everyone that Yang Feilong had so easily injured Huang Chuan, meaning his cultivation was at least mid-stage Xuanwu Realm, and it wouldn't be surprising if he had reached the late-stage Xuanwu Realm.
Yang Feilong looked at the young man.
"Heh." Faced with Xu Fei's words, Yang Feilong let out a scoff. Too heavy-handed? If he hadn't held back, the injuries would have been far worse. Moreover, the other party had initiated the confrontation with taunts and sarcasm, and now they were criticizing him? It was a perfect example of the saying, "The official can set fire, but the common people are forbidden to light a lamp." Yang Feilong felt no guilt, only disdain. They were all adults and should be responsible for their actions.
Seeing Yang Feilong's scoff and disdain, a flicker of anger crossed Xu Fei's face, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. *Whoosh!* He moved like a blur, a afterimage streaking past. The next moment, he was beside Yang Feilong. With a sinister "Black Tiger Steals Heart," he attacked Yang Feilong.
Yang Feilong's lips curved into a mocking smile. *Tricky.*
*Boom!*
A block.
*Bang!*
Immense power erupted.
"What the hell!" Xu Fei's face contorted. In that brief exchange, he felt Yang Feilong's fingers were like iron walls, his strength terrifyingly immense.
*Boom!*
The next moment, Xu Fei brought up his knee.
*Crack!*
Yang Feilong blocked with his leg simultaneously.
"I..." Xu Fei's face twisted with pain. He felt his knee collide with a formidable iron plate once again. The agony made his whole body tremble uncontrollably!