Bang bang bang!
Yang Zhenyun’s attacks were fierce and well-paced. After a few simple exchanges with Yang Feilong, he found it utterly dull. It was like playing a game, accustomed to high-level matches, and occasionally playing a low-level one. At first, there was some interest, but it quickly waned. The opponents in the low-level matches were like children playing house; they simply couldn’t stir his enthusiasm. After all, this opponent wasn’t a beauty. If it were a beauty, he could at least humor her for the visual appeal. Therefore, he decided to end it quickly.
Meanwhile, Yang Zhenyun’s heart swelled with joy as he sensed a glimmer of victory.
“I haven’t even used my trump card, and I can fight him to a standstill? Once I use it, won’t I have a chance to win?” The thought made his eyes blaze with excitement.
Boom!
In the next instant, unparalleled power erupted from his great saber. He unleashed the Yang family’s ancestral Unrivaled Saber technique. With the Unrivaled Saber, who dared to compete?
The Unrivaled Saber had five stages. He had only mastered the first stage, and this saber technique could only be used twice with his current inner strength. Attempting a third use would lead to backlash due to insufficient inner strength!
The Unrivaled Saber’s aura was ferociously powerful. The saber’s light, brilliant as a world-destroying cloud, suppressed the area!
Bang!
Amidst a deafening explosion, his great saber shattered and flew off. The terrifying saber energy was directly dispersed by Yang Feilong’s collapsing fist strike.
The fist energy, like a bamboo splintering, struck Yang Zhenyun’s body. He spat blood and flew backward.
“What happened?” At this moment, Yang Zhenyun was completely stunned.
Why was he, after unleashing his killer move, shattered by a single punch?
Why did it turn out this way?
He felt a deep malice. Why, at the moment he was excitedly anticipating victory, was he dealt such a blow?
Was it really so cruel?
He knew that Yang Feilong, just like him, had unreservedly unleashed a killing move. No, perhaps for Yang Feilong, that collapsing fist strike wasn’t even a killer move, merely a desire to finish quickly. The thought made Yang Zhenyun almost spew a mouthful of blood.
It was too infuriating!
Honestly, Yang Zhenyun’s sudden burst of power had startled him. But having experienced countless battles, he instantly channeled more true qi energy into his collapsing fist, resulting in the scene where Yang Zhenyun’s great saber was disarmed and sent flying. The residual power of Yang Feilong’s fist energy, undiminished, struck directly, sending Yang Zhenyun flying out of the ring, spitting blood.
“Brother Feilong is amazing!” Xiao Jingwen’s excited voice suddenly rang out.
This excited voice was like salt on Yang Zhenyun’s wounds, infuriating him to the point where he nearly fainted.
“Yang Feilong, this fellow is truly damnable!” Yang Zhenyun roared in his heart.
“He Tian!” In the next moment, Yang Zhenyun called out the name.
He Tian understood Yang Zhenyun’s intention and, in the next moment, stepped onto the stage.
“Yang Feilong, I am He Tian. Allow me to experience your magnificent skills!” He Tian leaped onto the stage and immediately launched a sword attack.
The sword energy, powerful as a tiger descending the mountain, rushed towards him.
“Unworthy of notice!” A playful smile touched Yang Feilong’s lips. This fellow had no pleasantries, launching a fierce attack immediately. This was clearly an attempt to catch him off guard, and the reason was likely his fear of Yang Feilong using a weapon.
Yes, He Tian was indeed worried about this. According to the information he had, Yang Feilong was the formidable individual who had defeated Ouyang Tian. If Yang Feilong were to use a weapon, He Tian would be no match for him. However, if Yang Feilong were unarmed, and having just defeated Yang Zhenyun, perhaps feeling complacent, He Tian believed he had a chance to win.
Undoubtedly, his plan was quite well-conceived!
But he had overlooked one crucial point. Nearly a month had passed since his last encounter with Ouyang Tian. In this time, his strength had improved by leaps and bounds.
A person who hasn't been seen for three days should be regarded with new eyes, let alone when more than three days have passed.
Boom!
Facing the calculating He Tian, Yang Feilong saw no need to waste time and directly unleashed a collapsing fist strike. Boom, the terrifying fist energy shattered He Tian’s sword energy. The residual power of the fist energy, undiminished, struck towards He Tian, terrifying him. “What the heck, is he this formidable?”
Whoosh!
Yang Feilong’s figure suddenly vanished from his spot.
“Not good!” He Tian’s expression changed dramatically.
He felt the ripple of the air, a sense of crisis from behind him, but it was too late to turn around. Yang Feilong’s speed was simply too fast!
Boom!
Yang Feilong followed up with a kick. A flying kick, *peng*, He Tian felt as if his buttocks had been hit by a speeding heavy truck.
“Ah!” He Tian cried out in surprise, then involuntarily stumbled forward. At this moment, Yang Feilong’s whip kick came from the side.
*Peng!*
He Tian felt a fierce, heavy whip strike his stomach, making him feel as if his internal organs had been hit by a heavy object. He was in so much pain he couldn’t breathe.
Boom!
Finally, Yang Feilong followed up with another punch, directly sending He Tian flying out of the ring.
*Bang!*
He Tian’s body flew out of the ring and landed heavily on the ground.
The entire arena fell silent: “……”
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Because the fight just now was too brutal!
At the same time, Yang Feilong’s hand-to-hand combat skills were astonishing. Not only was his speed fast and accuracy high, but his power was also incredible. The formidable He Tian, who was at the Yuan Martial Realm, specifically in the middle stage, had, apart from his initial sword strike, become a mere target, passively taking beatings. He had been beaten so miserably!
At the same time, Yang Zhenyun finally understood how terrifying Yang Feilong’s strength truly was!
“This guy… he really is Yang Feilong from the Heavenly Prodigy Ranking!”
“He’s too strong!” Zhao Jiao, Li Xingshan, and others gasped. They had actually intended to teach such a person a lesson. Now, thinking about it, it was truly overestimating themselves.
Moreover, his surname was Yang, and Yang Zhenyun didn’t recognize him, meaning he wasn’t from *that* Yang family. But besides that Yang family, which other Yang family could cultivate such a powerful, heaven-defying prodigy?
It made one curious, what kind of person or family could nurture such a talented individual!
“So handsome! Brother Feilong is forever my god!” Xiao Jingwen was as happy as a child, her eyes shining, looking at Yang Feilong with adoration. From their first meeting, Yang Feilong had shown her what was called brutal aesthetics, and he had just demonstrated it again. Coupled with Yang Feilong’s peerless, handsome demeanor, Xiao Jingwen was utterly captivated.
Many people only knew that Xiao Jingwen liked watching fights, but they didn’t know that she liked to watch fights where fists met flesh, like Yang Feilong’s.
In her opinion, this was how fighting should be. She wasn’t particularly fond of battles where one exchanged sword blows, as in her view, it was akin to girls embroidering, lacking much excitement. Of course, if there were no more interesting things to do, watching gentlemen spar was considered better than nothing.