The heavy rain continued to fall, as if the whole world was made of layered curtains of water.

Yang Fei and Liang Jiayi drove onward through the misty rain.

They had just arrived at the Yinxue Tower archway.

Yang Fei suddenly noticed a tall and thin figure sitting cross-legged in the majestic archway.

The torrential downpour seemed as though the entire Tianhe was pouring down.

Yet the person sat quietly, like a Buddha.

It seemed even if the sky were to collapse, he wouldn't frown.

Yang Fei's eyes contracted, his pupils sharp as needles, akin to a cat staring at a venomous snake.

He slowly stopped the car.

Liang Jiayi also sensed something was wrong, feeling uneasy.

"Yang Fei, is this strange man here for you?"

Yang Fei didn't answer, turning to Liang Jiayi.

"You drive and turn around immediately, don't stay here."

Liang Jiayi heard the gravity in Yang Fei's tone.

She was even more nervous than Yang Fei.

"Yang Fei, don't get out, okay? Let's call the police…"

Before she finished her sentence, Yang Fei took off his suit jacket and got out of the car.

Boom!

A bolt of blue lightning flashed across the sky, accompanied by thunder.

The blue lightning illuminated Yang Fei's eyebrows and eyes, and also lit up the opponent's face.

The person slowly raised his head, his pupils reflecting the lightning from the horizon.

He stood up slowly and made a slight fist salute towards Yang Fei.

"Yang Fei?"

Yang Fei returned the bow lightly: "Chen Feng?"

Chen Feng's unfamiliar Chinese sounded very awkward.

"Good, you finally appeared."

Yang Fei nodded, looking deeply at Chen Feng.

"You've finally arrived."

It was as if two wild beasts in the jungle had encountered each other.

No words were needed, no courtesy required, a fierce battle was inevitable.

Yang Fei's stance seemed casual, but there was an overwhelming, explosive aura spreading around him.

Chen Feng, however, kept his head bowed.

He was like a rock in the sea, unmoved by the towering waves.

Their energies surged towards each other in layers, centering on the two.

Yang Fei attacked, Chen Feng defended!

Their energies rolled and changed constantly, testing, feinting, defending...

In an instant, it was as if they had exchanged hundreds of moves.

This clash of energies was more dangerous than an actual fight.

If either side's energy showed a flaw, the other would launch a deadly attack.

The outcome would be earth-shattering and fatal.

In the pouring rain, Liang Jiayi didn't drive away.

She parked the car seven or eight hundred meters away, nervously watching Yang Fei and Chen Feng.

At that moment, a group of martial arts masters suddenly surged out from Yinxue Tower.

Elder Cheng, Jin Buer, and others had actually been watching from the side.

They only hadn't intervened because Yang Fei wasn't there, as no one else could face Chen Feng.

Seeing Yang Fei appear now, they all rushed out.

Under the archway, the two remained as still as sculptures, ignoring the thunderous roar and torrential rain.

At that moment, a Bentley car sped by on the other side of the street.

Behind it was a police SUV in hot pursuit.

Yang Fei saw clearly that Fang Tang was driving the Bentley, racing desperately.

The Bentley and police SUV roared past one after the other.

Suddenly, Chen Feng's half-closed eyes flared open.

His body lunged forward like a leopard, charging at Yang Fei.

Earlier, Chen Feng distinctly felt Yang Fei's energy stall for a moment.

His flowing energy seemed less than perfect.

In a clash of masters, victory and defeat hinge upon a moment.

Chen Feng immediately seized this fleeting opportunity.

He broke through the rain curtain, countless raindrops flying like bullets, whistling sharply.

Yang Fei's form flickered, retreating, as Chen Feng's fists and feet attacked like the wind.

The large flagstones underfoot were crushed by Chen Feng's steps.

Broken stone and muddy water splashed up, adding to his murderous aura.

Five hundred meters away, Jin Buer, Elder Cheng, and others watched Chen Feng's formidable power with alarm.

It turned out that this Sang Country martial arts prodigy hadn't been using his full power when fighting others before.

Now, he was revealing his full strength.

Yang Fei used the Yu Step, dodging Chen Feng's attacks within his tight whirlwind, without meeting them head-on.

Squinting, Yang Fei seemed somewhat distracted under Chen Feng's fierce attacks.

No one else noticed this distraction, but Chen Feng immediately sensed Yang Fei's casual dismissal.

Chen Feng's eyebrows shot up, his whole body's Qi of Origin Core rising, striking towards Yang Fei with one palm.

Yang Fei casually blocked, yet his eyes were again looking into the distance.

Boom!

Chen Feng's figure suddenly flickered in the air, transforming into four overlapping figures, rushing at Yang Fei.

This was the Phantom Style Chen Feng learned from an ancient martial arts text.

He practiced this technique for ten years to achieve perfection; it's called Phantom Style.

These phantom images could be false, or any moment could become real.

The human eye can retain an image on the retina for 0.1 to 0.4 seconds after it disappears.

During this fraction of a second, if the image continues to move.

Then the eye would see a phantom.

The faster the image moves, the more phantoms created.

Chen Feng's speed had moved four times in less than a fraction of a second.

Yang Fei therefore saw four phantoms.

This Phantom Style was not like the Sang Country's Ninjutsu, which uses psychological induction or mist to induce hallucinations.

This is true martial arts, producing an amazing effect when human speed reaches its limit.

Everyone was astonished.

"So fast! This guy is amazing!"

"Yang Fei is in trouble, so many phantoms, which one is real?"

"Damn, this guy's technique is insane! Who knew Sang Country had such mysterious and magical martial arts!"

...

Amid the spectators' chatter, Yang Fei suddenly extended his hand and grabbed at the void.

The four phantoms instantly merged into one.

Chen Feng's vital throat was held in Yang Fei's grip.

Everyone's eyes almost popped out.

The observers were bewildered by Chen Feng's Phantom Style.

They say a spectator sees more of the game, but how did Yang Fei catch the true body of Chen Feng?

Chen Feng was shocked.

He never expected.

His invincible Phantom Style couldn't withstand even one move from Yang Fei.

Yang Fei gripped his throat, Chen Feng desperately tried to break free, headbutting Yang Fei.

Yang Fei evaded, delivering a back throw that smashed Chen Feng heavily onto the flagstone ground.

Bang!

A dull thud, Chen Feng shattered the stone floor beneath him.

Immediately, his mouth spewed blood like an arrow.

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