Chapter 824: Chapter 824: Zhang Kuang’s Resentment
Just as Jiang Tao thought he had succeeded, Li Feng’s lips curved into a sly smile.
Li Feng didn’t dodge but instead advanced forward.
With a deft grapple, he seized Jiang Tao’s wrist, simultaneously turning his body and lifting his foot.
Not good.
Jiang Tao realized something was wrong the moment Li Feng raised his eyes and smiled, but it was too late. His palm strike had already been launched, and it wasn’t easy to pull it back.
Li Feng didn’t give him the chance.
Four Ounces Move a Thousand Pounds.
Li Feng used Jiang Tao’s force against him, causing Jiang Tao to lose his balance and trip over, landing face-first on the ground in an embarrassing fall.
The harder he had struck, the more humiliating his fall was.
"Jiang Tao has fallen out of the ring."
Ling Xue blinked twice and exclaimed loudly into the microphone, thinking that it was Li Feng who was about to be out of the ring. Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, the tide would turn?
"The winner of this match is No.2, Li Feng."
Jiang Tao climbed up from the ground, only falling awkwardly without even a scratch on his skin.
"This can’t be!"
Jiang Tao got up from the ground and looked at the victorious Li Feng with an unwilling expression. Clearly, he had the upper hand and was about to win.
But a complete reversal happened.
He couldn’t accept it.
Li Feng walked off the ring straight away, looking at Jiang Tao, who seemed unhappy: "Loss is loss, especially losing to me, you shouldn’t feel ashamed."
Li Feng patted Jiang Tao on the shoulder and left directly.
As Li Feng departed from the arena, Jiang Tao’s face alternated between shades of blue and purple, clearly feeling humiliated by Li Feng.
"What’s up with this Li Feng? Could it be that his injury is actually 70 to 80 percent healed?"
Jiang Tao wasn’t weak, having even mastered some techniques of Dark Strength, but his luck was just bad.
"Hmm, this Li Feng is just holding on."
"Oh."
"You all saw yesterday’s match as well. Do you think Hua Wushuang spared him?"
Hearing this, everyone around exchanged glances.
"Yesterday’s match was definitely played with True Fire, it couldn’t have been an act. Besides, Hua Wushuang is proud and arrogant, impossible to act, he definitely gave it his all yesterday."
Everyone around nodded in agreement.
Hua Wushuang’s reputation was too strong, known as invincible below Grandmaster level, making failure unacceptable in the National Martial Arts Circle.
"You should know, there’s a saying in the National Martial Arts World: Half-step Burst shocks the world."
The speaker’s lips curled coldly.
"This Half-step Breaking Fist is the strongest move in Xingyi Boxing, don’t you have any idea of its power?"
"It lightly injures muscles and bones, heavily causing internal organs to smash and bleed from the seven orifices."
A person next to him took a deep breath and said.
The Beng Fist, along with Baji Fist’s draping attire and Eight Diagrams’ Mountain Lean, is known as the three strongest techniques in the National Martial Arts Circle, causing injury upon contact, and if hit, survival without severe injury is near impossible.
The final battle yesterday ended with a Half-step Breaking Fist, and both were too exhausted to continue, even the organizing committee intervened to call it a draw.
Hua Wushuang had blood at the corner of his mouth, clearly internally injured. If Hua Wushuang was like that, what about Li Feng?
This Half-step Breaking Fist is the Xingyi Sect’s signature move, who dares to say Hua Wushuang’s use of it would be inferior to Li Feng’s?
After yesterday’s match, Li Feng seemed calm but left the ring hurriedly, not appearing for the entire following day.
If it was an external injury, it would be easier to bear, but an internal injury is really hard to endure.
"In the fight between Li Feng and Jiang Tao, Jiang Tao was always dominant, and Li Feng was retreating step by step, although Li Feng turned the tables in the end...!"
One person took a deep breath.
"But, if he wasn’t badly injured, why resort to cunning tricks, why not simply overwhelm him directly."
Li Feng was previously equally matched with Hua Wushuang, ending in a draw.
So upon closer thought, Li Feng’s performance from showing up to stepping onto the ring, seemingly ordinary, is probably trying to coverup intentionally.
"I see."
Those surrounding immediately understood; indeed, Li Feng was cunning.
Unfortunately, he challenged Hua Wushuang too early; had he been more cautious, Li Feng could very well have been the dark horse of the Southeast National Martial Arts Tournament.
"Although Li Feng won this round, his situation is not optimistic either, to enter the top eight, he must at least defeat three more preceding contenders without a single loss."
"Ideally yes, if he wins the next three consecutively, he has a chance to enter the top eight."
"But don’t forget there are four more tied with him in points, all potential opponents of Li Feng."
"Moreover, with these two days’ eliminations, Group A has already seen nineteen eliminated, with more expected to be out today. I estimate the remainder will not exceed thirty."
"And after today’s battle, the ranking is already quite clear, those trailing behind in the lineup have nearly no hope of advancing, many might directly forfeit."
"With reduced numbers, the competition rules may change, the final showdown could get intensely fierce."
Hearing this person’s analysis, those around agreed with this point of view.
On the ranking leaderboard, the highest has twelve points, while those with only one or two points face direct elimination, and once the lowest are gone, gaining points from weaker opponents becomes pointless.
Although there’s no limit to matches in the tournament, to enter the top eight, one must outpace those with the same score and surpass those with higher points.
So, as it progresses, battles will grow increasingly fierce, previously avoided strong matchups will become frequent.
Someone in the crowd turned and left without noticing.
"Li Feng, you can forget about entering Group A’s top eight."
Zhang Kuang from the Yue Family Martial Arts Hall secretly clenched his fists, the unfortunate being eliminated on the first day, and the bet he had with Li Feng made him unable to lift his head.
Now, seeing Li Feng, he even walked around to avoid him, fearing running into Li Feng, who might make him crawl under his legs.
Zhang Kuang certainly didn’t want to lose face and become a laughingstock in the National Martial Arts World.
He thought about it and twisted around to the C group arena, finding Yue Lei, who looked at Zhang Kuang with disdain.
"What do you want to say now?"
"Brother Lei, I know I brought shame to the Martial Arts Hall, but we must not let Li Feng into Group A’s top eight."
"Hmm?"
Yue Lei looked at Zhang Kuang, who pulled out a notebook.
"Brother Lei, these are the intel I’ve gathered on Group A’s competitors...!"
Listening to Zhang Kuang’s analysis, Yue Lei snorted: "Since Li Feng has internal injuries, even if I don’t deal with him, he will stop short of the top eight."
"Why should I waste my effort?"
Hearing Yue Lei’s words, Zhang Kuang shook his head: "Brother Lei, you’re right, but there’s always a possibility, what if Hua Wushuang intervenes, or that woman named Xiao Xi?"
"Currently, both are undefeated in Group A."
Yue Lei frowned: "Hua Wushuang helping Li Feng? What a joke?"
"Brother Lei, there’s always a possibility, Li Feng had a stalemate with Hua Wushuang, would Hua Wushuang want to see Li Feng stop short of the top eight? Wouldn’t he want to fight Li Feng in another match later on?"