None among those present understood Yang Fei's martial arts realm better than Mad Blade.

Before getting injured, this guy had already reached the pinnacle of the Converting Energy Heavenly Grade.

He was just one step away from Core Formation and God Communicating.

However, the problem was that, after getting injured, his martial arts realm had drastically fallen.

Now, Yang Fei was merely at the Dark Strength Yellow Grade.

With Yang Fei's current martial arts realm, taking down Long Xia

wouldn't pose much of a problem for him, with his extensive combat experience.

Yet, the guy opened his mouth and challenged fourteen experts.

This was simply seeking abuse.

Mad Blade almost thought that there was something wrong with Yang Fei's brain.

In Long Xia's eyes, a faint cold gleam was flickering.

His young face was full of burning battle will.

He sneered, "Don't think that just because you've beaten the master, you can beat me."

He started advancing toward Yang Fei, "You're not qualified enough for us to gang up on you!"

Long Xia was a Dark Energy Master, and he had his own pride and dignity.

Yang Fei sighed helplessly, "What's the need for this? I just feel..."

Roar!

Before Yang Fei could finish his words, a roar like that of a lion or tiger burst forth from Long Xia's throat.

At the same time, he quickly advanced, releasing the Collapse Character Decision of the Eight Extremes Fist, aiming straight at Yang Fei's chest.

A sound like distant thunder came from the air, it was the noise made by Long Xia's Eight Extremes Crushing Fist, shaking the air.

"Eldest Senior Brother, what a punch!"

"Eldest Senior Brother is mighty, show him the power of Baji!"

...

A bunch of young people cheered him on.

They were all connoisseurs and naturally knew the power and the excellence of Long Xia's Baji Fist.

Even Mad Blade nodded silently, as a punch was thrown, the wind and thunder surged.

Long Xia's Eight Extremes Fist had indeed received the true transmission.

Yang Fei's figure, however, was like a spider's web in the wind.

With the thunderous momentum of Long Xia's punch, he drifted outward, his posture graceful, as if he was flying.

If it weren't for everyone witnessing it with their own eyes,

it would have been hard to imagine that someone's movement technique could be so light.

He seemed like a leaf in autumn, a flake of snow, light and elusive.

Long Xia's eyebrows raised as he threw a Bow Stance Straight Punch, still using the Eight Extremes Crushing Fist.

His fist, with an astonishing rush of air, struck again at Yang Fei's abdomen.

This punch was even heavier and more ferocious than the last one.

The fierce punch wind, scraping against Yang Fei's face, was like a razor blade.

This time, Yang Fei suddenly twisted his waist.

With a whooshing sound, from an impossible angle, he darted to Long Xia's right side.

Long Xia was startled; the right ribs are an extremely vulnerable spot on the body.

It was also the one vulnerability in this Eight Extremes Crushing Fist, which Yang Fei had sharply caught onto.

He immediately changed his move, protecting his ribs with his right elbow, while at the same time, spinning his body fiercely.

His whip kick spun in, like a battle-ax, chopping toward Yang Fei's neck.

Yang Fei's figure changed again.

This time, he moved to a forty-five-degree angle at Long Xia's back.

Standing at this position, Yang Fei could break Long Xia's spine with just an easy strike.

And the position Yang Fei occupied was also exactly where Long Xia could not defend in time.

Long Xia was shocked, he changed moves very quickly, immediately bending down, arching his back, and retreating sharply backward.

His entire body, like a movable iron mountain, collided with Yang Fei.

This was the killer move of the Eight Extremes Fist, Leaning on the Mountain, as fast as lightning and with great force.

Long Xia's close-quarters leaning attack was particularly powerful.

In regular training, when he exerted full force, he could break trees as thick as the Bowl-Mouth Group.

Yang Fei exclaimed in admiration.

This time, he didn't dodge or evade, but instead pointed his fingers like a knife, aiming an inch to the left of Long Xia's tailbone.

Long Xia only felt a tingling sensation at the base of his spine and panic struck him immediately.

The strength of his body had all converged into his arching back.

And the weakest spots were the cervical and tail vertebrae.

If those spots were indeed hit by Yang Fei, or if his Dark Force erupted shattering the tailbone,

Long Xia would likely be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

In a moment of panic, Long Xia forcibly turned the momentum of the blow into a backwards somersault.

He flipped backwards,

but due to excessive inertia, he landed unsteadily, stumbled and fell to the ground.

From start to finish, Yang Fei's right hand remained behind his back, never moving to strike.

And the only hand he did use, his left, merely pointed slightly, without unleashing its full force.

Even so, Long Xia had already lost a move.

Yang Fei's movements were too fast.

The others had not seen his actions clearly and thought he was merely dodging.

While Long Xia, because of his over-aggressive offense, had caused himself to fall.

Among these people, only Mad Blade discerned some of the subtleties.

He thought to himself with alarm, "Little Bird Yang's Martial Arts Realm has degraded, but why is he getting stronger? No wonder I can't beat him."

"Eldest Senior Brother, fight him again, teach him a lesson."

"To only dodge constantly, what kind of hero is that? If you dare, go head-to-head with the Eldest Senior Brother!"

...

More than a dozen security guards were all shouting one after another.

These martial artists were straightforward and wouldn't be polite to Yang Fei just because he was the boss.

But Long Xia was acutely aware in his heart.

He knew that they had only exchanged three moves just now.

But with each move, Yang Fei precisely captured his openings, holding back his energy.

If Yang Fei wished, just one move would be enough to seriously injure Long Xia and make him vomit blood.

This guy's combat experience was simply too rich.

Compared to him, Long Xia was just like a chick fresh out of its shell.

Yang Fei still stood in place, smilingly looking at Long Xia.

In his eyes, there was even a sense of encouragement.

"Come again, let me see what you're capable of?"

Long Xia's face turned red, and he now remembered his master's words.

In Martial Arts, practice and combat, although closely related, are not the same.

Being good at practice doesn't necessarily mean being good at fighting.

But being good at fighting does mean that one has practiced well.

The Yang Fei before him was a true, unrivaled combat grandmaster.

His Martial Arts Realm was clearly not much different from Long Xia's.

However, every move and every position he took was filled with unfathomable mysteries.

Seeing Yang Fei's encouraging gaze, Long Xia's face turned red.

He suddenly shouted and lunged at Yang Fei once more.

Yang Fei's figure flickered again and again.

Simply keeping his hands behind his back, he moved leisurely among Long Xia's raging attacks as if taking a stroll in a courtyard.

However, every step he took precisely hit Long Xia's vulnerabilities,

forcing Long Xia to change his moves and hastily dodge.

From the perspective of the onlookers, Long Xia seemed crazy, hastily changing his moves before completing any attack.

His actions became frantic, without any semblance of structure.

Yang Fei, on the other hand, looked completely at ease.

Within the range of Long Xia's attacks, he stepped here and there, as if enjoying a spring outing, utterly relaxed.

Long Xia was sweating profusely, his throat sounding like a bellows being pumped.

Yet Yang Fei remained relaxed and comfortable, he even had time to whistle a tune.

All the people, witnessing this inconceivable sparring match, opened their mouths wide in shock.

The one attacking was in constant retreat, escaping in disgrace.

While the person being attacked exhibited a demeanor of elegant composure, enjoying himself thoroughly.

What on earth was going on?

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