Yang Feilong's aura at this moment seemed ordinary, showing no signs of a master.
This was what Hu Dao found perplexing.
The Wu brothers had warned him to be cautious, stating that Yang Feilong's strength was considerable, likely a high-level True Martial realm expert, possibly even reaching the Black Martial realm.
His own judgment was reliable. Could this man really be in the Black Martial realm? Impossible!
He had confidence in his senses.
If he couldn't sense it, it meant one thing: the opponent wasn't that powerful!
His primary doubt stemmed from not having personally dealt with Wu Hua, but rather Wu Lang. Wu Lang was an ordinary person. How could an ordinary person discern the strength of an ancient martial arts practitioner?
However, even with his doubts, he wouldn't entirely dismiss his own judgment.
Thus, he waved his hand and instructed a subordinate, "Go and capture that brat for me!"
"Yes, President!" The subordinate responded and charged towards Yang Feilong.
The previous battles hadn't required their involvement, as their highest cultivation level was only at the peak of the Void Martial realm.
But now it was different. This person appeared to be an ordinary individual. Although he himself was also ordinary, his combat effectiveness rivaled that of some bodyguards, so he didn't fear Yang Feilong, an apparent commoner. Furthermore, he trusted the President's command implicitly. If the President ordered him to act, it implied the opponent was indeed ordinary, not an ancient martial arts practitioner.
"Brother Long!" Seeing that they had dispatched someone who wasn't even considered an ancient martial arts practitioner.
Lei Tao, with a furious expression, looked at Yang Feilong. "He's not taking you seriously at all!"
"If he doesn't take me seriously, then so be it!" Yang Feilong shrugged, unconcerned. After all, respect was earned. When he wasn't fighting, he concealed his aura. Under such circumstances, it was understandable that the opponent would underestimate him. What was there to be angry about?
If he got angry over such things, he would have died of anger long ago!
"This..." Lei Tao hadn't expected Yang Feilong to respond this way. But then he thought back to when Yang Feilong had fought them, wasn't he like this then?
Considering what these people were about to face, he couldn't help but chuckle.
What was the difference between these people and his own group back then?
At that time, hadn't he wanted to recruit Yang Feilong as a subordinate?
But what was the outcome? He had been beaten into submission.
"Kid, are you going to surrender willingly, or do you want to fight and suffer a bit?" The subordinate arrived in front of Yang Feilong, looking at him with a half-smile.
Yang Feilong casually slapped out.
"You refuse the toast and insist on the penalty!" Seeing Yang Feilong's slow-moving slap, the subordinate perceived it as lacking threat but highly insulting!
Boom!
He retaliated with a slap towards Yang Feilong.
But the seemingly slow slap instantly transformed into a blur as he initiated his move.
Slap!
An extremely loud smack echoed.
Yang Feilong's single slap sent the man flying.
"Ah!" A scream rang out.
As he flew backward, the man was utterly stunned.
How could this be?
"En?" At this moment, Hu Dao, the two vice presidents, and their subordinates all saw this and their eyes narrowed.
A true master reveals their skill with their first move!
The display from Yang Feilong made them realize they had underestimated him. Yang Feilong's strength surpassed their expectations.
"At least a master of the Void Martial realm!" Hu Dao's lips curved into a playful smile. "But no more than the Void Martial realm!"
In reality, Yang Feilong was relying purely on his physical strength and speed, not even fully unleashing them.
The opponent clearly didn't understand the power of Qi Cultivation practitioners!
"Let me test him!" A cultivator at the early stage of the Void Martial realm immediately lunged towards Yang Feilong.
Hu Dao didn't intervene. Although he knew this subordinate might not be Yang Feilong's match, he allowed it because his men were inherently combative.
Failure was not frightening, but the courage to fight must not be lost!
However, as Hu Dao's thought flashed through his mind, his expression darkened the next moment.
Because this early-stage Void Martial realm cultivator, upon reaching Yang Feilong, was kicked flying. He even heard the sickening crack of bones breaking.
This man was sent flying by Yang Feilong's kick, his bones fractured.
"This guy is quite fierce, let me!" Immediately, another figure charged forward with great momentum.
"Little Nine should be able to handle him!" Seeing the figure rush forward, Hu Dao nodded. Little Nine was the strongest among his subordinates, second only to the two vice presidents.
He was at the peak of the Void Martial realm, on the verge of breaking through to the True Martial realm. Hu Dao had always focused on cultivating him, so with him taking action, Hu Dao felt considerably reassured.
As for whether Little Nine would be defeated? In his mind, it was impossible. Even though Yang Feilong had consecutively defeated two of his subordinates, he couldn't defeat Little Nine.
Many members of the Three Blades Society shared this sentiment. They knew how formidable Little Nine was – a battle-crazed individual. It was precisely because of this, at the age of just over twenty, he had cultivated to the peak of the Void Martial realm.
Once he broke through to the True Martial realm, his status in the Three Blades Society would rise further.
Even if he wasn't made a vice president, his position would surpass that of other stewards.
But—
The next moment, their eyes all narrowed.
Because Yang Feilong moved instantly, striking Little Nine's nose with a punch. Blood splattered, his nose nearly caved in. Then, he threw another punch at Little Nine's attacking fist, but a cracking sound rang out. The usually resolute Little Nine's face contorted as if he were enduring immense pain!
"Tough guy!" Yang Feilong's voice rang out as Little Nine was sent flying by a kick.
The members of the Three Blades Society were completely dumbfounded. They didn't think to catch Little Nine, causing him to crash heavily to the ground, nearly knocking him unconscious.
"Damn it!" Hu Dao and the two vice presidents cursed furiously.
Yet, the shock in their eyes lingered.
To an ordinary observer, it seemed like Little Nine was merely sent up to be beaten. But they could all see that Yang Feilong's punching speed, his power, and his kicking speed were all incredibly fast, leading to this outcome.
A massive disparity!
"I really didn't expect you, who looks like an ordinary person, to be so powerful!" At this moment, Hu Dao stared at Yang Feilong with cold eyes.
"Come on! Let me see what capabilities you, the President of the Three Blades Society, possess!" Yang Feilong's lips curled into a mocking smile.
"You want to fight our boss? You have to get past us first!" Just then, Snake Blade spoke.
"That's right, you're not worthy of our boss making a move!" Another vice president, Butcher Knife, holding a butcher's knife, said coldly.
The two then advanced towards Yang Feilong.
"Brother Long!" Lei Tao's expression tightened, and he spoke repeatedly.
"No need to worry!" Yang Feilong waved his hand, not taking these two seriously.
"Kill!" The next moment, Butcher Knife and Snake Blade flashed towards Yang Feilong like two bolts of lightning.
Their speed was immeasurably faster than Little Nine's earlier.
But in Yang Feilong's eyes, their proud speed was not much faster than that of a snail.
Boom!
Yang Feilong met the two bare-handed. Did he have weapons? Of course, he did. But these two were not worth such attention. Moreover, with True Qi attached to his fists, they were far more durable than ordinary iron!
And it would be incredibly difficult for their blades to even graze his body!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The two attacked Yang Feilong for a long time but couldn't even touch his clothes.
However, every time Yang Feilong made a move, he managed to hit one of them.
"I thought you were very capable. Is this all you've got? You've truly disappointed me!" Yang Feilong's sighing voice sounded.
"You!" Hearing Yang Feilong's words, their faces flushed red, as if they had been personally spat upon.
The two immediately became enraged and attacked with full force.
But Yang Feilong was too lazy to continue trifling with them. He struck decisively, sending both of them flying. With two loud thuds, their bodies crashed heavily to the ground. Looking at them, their auras were chaotic and unstable.
"Ugh!" Both gritted their teeth, refusing to cry out.
Because the force of Yang Feilong's punches, channeled into their bodies, raged within them, making them feel as if their entire bodies were about to shatter!
They tried to get up but found themselves unable to. It was only with the help of their subordinates that they were propped up!
"You dare to gravely injure my two brothers, you deserve to die! Kill!" Hu Dao had wanted to act earlier, but it had ended too quickly, and he hadn't had time to react. Now, seeing his two brothers unable to even stand, his rage reached its peak!
Therefore, at this moment, he attacked in a fit of anger.
He was determined to smash Yang Feilong into pieces!
At this moment, he even forgot about his previous negotiations with Wu Lang.
If he could capture Yang Feilong alive and injure him, that would be best. Killing him would also bring immense benefits.
Previously, he had always wanted to capture Yang Feilong. Why? He didn't want to bear the crime of murder, as killing was illegal. Although the other party was an ancient martial arts practitioner, and officials generally wouldn't interfere, what if they had enemies?
Therefore, he still wanted to capture Yang Feilong and hand him over to Wu Lang, giving himself a way out.
Not only that, but the benefits he would receive were also substantial!
Boom!
Hu Dao, who had not acted until now, made his move for the first time.
At this moment, his early-stage Black Martial realm cultivation fully erupted, like a human-shaped beast of prey charging towards Yang Feilong.
"Hmph!" Yang Feilong let out a cold snort and met him.
"You want to kill me? Let's see who kills whom!" Yang Feilong's stern demeanor surfaced.
Moreover, this opponent was the closest in cultivation to himself since he descended the mountain. Of course, if not for his dual cultivation and the benefits gained at the Paradise Club, which greatly boosted his cultivation, Yang Feilong wasn't sure if he, at only the second level of Qi Cultivation at its peak, could defeat this fellow!
But now—
He was no longer the person he once was.
Boom!
Yang Feilong threw a punch, colliding with Hu Dao's.
A fearsome energy fluctuation erupted.
Both men were forced back several steps!
"He can actually match eight parts of my strength, I underestimated him!" A sharp glint flashed in Hu Dao's eyes.
"Using only ten percent of my strength is still not enough!" Yang Feilong mused inwardly.
If Hu Dao had used eighty percent of his strength to only draw even with his opponent's ten percent, he wondered what he would think.
"Kill!" Hu Dao shouted and charged at Yang Feilong again. Yang Feilong's gaze was calm and collected.
He wasn't using his full strength.
Because he didn't know how much strength the opponent was hiding.
Furthermore, he didn't want to reveal too much. According to his master's instructions, he had to learn to conceal his abilities. Only by learning to conceal could one live longer. People might think they had figured out your trump cards, but in reality, they hadn't.
Boom boom boom!
With each exchange, Hu Dao used more strength, but he was still suppressed by Yang Feilong. Yes, Yang Feilong was also gradually increasing his strength, always holding back slightly against Hu Dao.
This made Hu Dao extremely frustrated.
"This guy is also a cultivator at the early stage of the Black Martial realm, just like me!"
"I will not be defeated!"
Hu Dao shouted.
The next moment, a short saber appeared in his hand. Hu Dao, naturally, was skilled with sabers. Of course, a large saber was inconvenient, and a small saber couldn't unleash his full power, but it could still utilize seventy to eighty percent.
"Hmph!" Yang Feilong gave a cold laugh and a dagger also appeared in his hand.
Boom boom boom!
The two engaged in battle again.
The combat was extremely fierce.
While they fought, a figure was stealthily approaching the battlefield. Everyone was engrossed in the spectacular duel, completely oblivious to this approaching figure.
But Yang Feilong noticed. Because when he fought Hu Dao, he wasn't using his full strength, but observing the other individuals.
"What is this guy's identity? He's even stronger than Hu Dao!" Yang Feilong mused, his expression grave. "He shouldn't be from the Three Blades Society. If he were, Hu Dao wouldn't have discreetly glanced at him several times before! Hu Dao might not even know his strength!"
Hu Dao didn't know, but Yang Feilong could sense it, thanks to his powerful perceptive abilities!
Boom!
Yang Feilong sent Hu Dao flying with a saber strike, blood spraying. Hu Dao's arm was almost severed by Yang Feilong's blade. He was now seriously wounded.
And at this moment, that person charged towards Yang Feilong like lightning.
'Careful!'
Seeing this, Lei Tao and the others couldn't help but exclaim.
No one had expected that