Chapter 958: Chapter 958: Battle with Zi Wu
Zhou Tianqi, one of the three instructors, nodded silently.
"This kid is actually in my group, and he’s usually quite flamboyant, but I didn’t expect he was hiding his power."
The three couldn’t help but look at Li Feng, Zi Wu’s opponent.
This Li Feng was not simple either; they had witnessed what happened in the bathroom previously.
Yue Lei from Yue Family Martial Arts Hall is a ruthless person, but he couldn’t even block one move from him, and the surprise attack from those death row inmates didn’t achieve the expected effect.
Moreover, when Li Feng suddenly left afterward, it was publicly announced as an outbreak of internal injuries, but the three instructors were privy to some inside information.
The other side wasn’t experiencing any injury outbreak at all but was reassigned from above.
So, not only is Li Feng extraordinary, but his background is even more so.
In this battle, who would win and who would lose is hard to predict.
This sweeping attack, with a force like a knife, swept towards Li Feng’s cheek, the air around was stirred, creating a suffocating sense of breathlessness.
In the midst of it, Li Feng did not dodge. He simply raised his arm to block.
Seeing Li Feng’s choice, a sneer flickered in Zi Wu’s eyes.
A mantis trying to stop a chariot.
A mere arm trying to twist against a thigh, what a joke.
At this moment, Zi Wu was going all out, leaving no reserve, aiming to take Li Feng down directly.
Just a touch and stop?
Heh.
This time, he intended to kill.
"It’s settled."
The three people outside the ring who were with Zi Wu saw that Li Feng dared to stubbornly withstand Zi Wu’s kick, and this thought immediately popped up in their minds.
Zi Wu’s aggressive attack got the initiative, and Li Feng chose passive defense, which was essentially giving up the initiative.
Step by step, there’s no catching up.
With Zi Wu’s abilities, he would certainly not give Li Feng any chance to recuperate, especially since Li Feng also had internal injuries.
Under such aggressive assault, how long could Li Feng endure?
Bang.
Li Feng’s arm made close contact with Zi Wu’s leg, the collision was like two speeding cars crashing, the air exploded with a loud noise.
The airwave lifted Li Feng’s clothes, which were torn directly by the Qi force.
Crack.
The ground where Li Feng stood suddenly sank three centimeters, and Li Feng used muscle rhythm to redirect this force into the ground.
Li Feng’s body remained motionless, raised his eyes to look at Zi Wu, who had a triumphant smirk on his face, and their gazes met mid-air.
He actually withstood my mighty strike?
This leg could even bend a steel pipe as thick as a baby’s fist, let alone human bones.
Zi Wu felt something incredible, but Li Feng didn’t pause. After blocking Zi Wu’s Sweeping Thousands of Army, he reached out a grapple to seize Zi Wu’s shinbone.
His fingers directly gripped the nerves passing over the opponent’s shin, and a sensation of numbness instantly spread through the body along the nerves.
Only then did Zi Wu regain his senses and try to retract his leg from Li Feng’s grasp.
But it was already a beat too slow.
Li Feng wasn’t some delicate flower, having reservations. He could clearly feel the killing intent in the opponent’s eyes.
Since they wanted to kill him.
Li Feng wouldn’t play the saint either.
Li Feng, enveloping Zi Wu’s lower leg, suddenly twisted his body, clenched his right fist, and used the power from his waist to smash towards the inside of Zi Wu’s thigh.
Crack.
Li Feng’s Inch Force struck at the weaker part of the inside of Zi Wu’s thigh.
Many parts of the human body can be trained for strong resistance to impact through rigorous practice.
Zhou Tianqi and others especially trained the body refining techniques of the Xu Family, developing muscles to the utmost, making them quite formidable.
If struck elsewhere, it might be effective but not as potent.
However, the inner thigh is different. Although it can be trained, being on the inner side, it remains a weakness compared to other areas.
Mm.
Zi Wu let out a muffled grunt, clearly suffering from Li Feng’s powerful punch. Li Feng, having succeeded with a punch, made a quick step forward.
Mountain Lean.
A half-step was enough for Li Feng to gather strength for a single blow.
Humph.
Zi Wu grunted again, his body shooting backwards like a kite, his chest unable to bear the boiling blood from this hit.
Pfft.
A mouthful of old blood spurted out directly.
Zi Wu was flung several meters before landing, staggering backward, while his leg, contacted by the punch, was noticeably weak, limping slightly.
"Hiss."
All three instructors, Bai Wange, Zhou Tianqi, and Yin Ruxue, gasped.
Could it be that Li Feng deliberately used himself as bait to lure Zi Wu into attack, countering unchangingly?
"Li Feng seems ridiculously strong."
Even if they had blocked that kick, it wouldn’t have been so easy.
"Phew, it seems Li Feng’s injuries have recovered well, not much hindrance."
Tie Xuan let out a breath of relief.
Hua Wushuang snorted secretly, could this guy’s injuries be that severe? In that match, they both sustained injuries.
Hua Wushuang also suffered internal injuries, despite having remedial elixirs, but still had some lingering problems and rarely exerted full strength later on.
It was Li Feng who got challenges more frequently.
It seemed he was deliberately acting, pretending to be seriously injured to lure people to attack him, who knows what his real intention is.
Playing dumb to catch the tiger?
But in this Martial Arts Tournament, playing such tricks can easily backfire, becoming a joke if it fails.
Inside the ring.
Zi Wu barely steadied himself, raising his eyes to glare venomously at Li Feng, aware of the trouble he’d fallen into. Now, even standing on one leg was shaky.
Damn Li Feng.
Should I surrender?
This thought crossed Zi Wu’s mind, but just as it did, Li Feng was charging at him.
"Don’t even think about surrendering."
"Even if you go down, you’ll go down sideways."
Li Feng advanced intimidatingly, whispered this in front of Zi Wu, and directly raised his fist aggressively.
The opponent wanted to kill him.
These thoughts flashed through Zi Wu’s mind, cold sweat beaded on his forehead. They plotted against Li Feng but forgot he wasn’t an easy mark either.
Zi Wu panicked, raising his arm wanting to block while opening his mouth to surrender.
Li Feng, however, didn’t give Zi Wu a chance to surrender.
To kill me.
There must be a price to pay.
Li Feng’s punch was like a long rainbow crashing into the sun, striking the arm Zi Wu raised to block.
This strength wasn’t conjured out of thin air, it originated from the ground, condensed through muscles, so the legs were crucial for gathering or dispersing force.
Yet Zi Wu’s leg was trembling, preventing any force gathering.
Zi Wu, whose balance was lost, tasted the bitter fruit, Li Feng’s punch landed on the blocking arm, overwhelming Zi Wu’s resistance.
Li Feng punched through Zi Wu’s arm against the side of his head.
Instantly, Zi Wu was sent staggering to the side.
Li Feng, seizing the opportunity, completed a sweeping leg aimed directly at Zi Wu’s stumbling path.
"We surrender, we surrender."
Zi Wu’s teammates from the Blue Team shouted promptly.