An intense battle left Chen Feng completely convinced.

He had repeatedly been struck by Yang Fei, and at this moment, his internal organs were severely injured, his bones fractured. He could no longer hold on and collapsed onto the ground.

A group of Martial Arts Grandmasters stood in utter shock.

Everyone only came to their senses at this moment, erupting into enthusiastic applause.

Among them, a Grandmaster of Martial Arts stepped out from the crowd, pointing at Chen Feng with one hand.

"You killed our Deputy Sect Master, I must avenge him for our Sect Master."

He harnessed his Dark Force, and with a bang, slapped Chen Feng's head.

Chen Feng tilted his head, barely raising a hand to block.

Already severely injured, he could scarcely defend, causing sharp pains in his internal organs.

He groaned again, fresh blood seeping from his mouth.

The Grandmaster of Martial Arts yelled and flew with a kick towards Chen Feng's temple.

Chen Feng wanted to struggle, but just as he raised his hand, it fell limply back down.

Yang Fei suddenly intervened, lightly brushing his left hand against the Grandmaster's calf.

The Grandmaster's entire leg went numb along with half his body, and he staggered back two steps.

He stared at Yang Fei in shock, "Alliance Hierarch, what are you…"

Yang Fei sighed and spoke calmly.

"He's already injured, it's no honor to kill him. Let him go."

The Grandmaster fumed, "But, he killed our Deputy Sect Master…"

"Yes, Alliance Hierarch, you can't let the Sang Country people get away after invading our territory."

"Even if we don't kill him, we should cripple his arms and legs so he's forever bound to a wheelchair."

"What's there to talk about with the Sang Country people? Cripple him, or he'll come back next time!"

"The Alliance Hierarch is magnanimous, a true warrior. I support his decision."

...

Voices of argument buzzed all around.

Opinions were divided, with only Elder Cheng and a few others supporting Yang Fei's approach.

Chen Feng looked at them arrogantly, his eyes full of disdain, but he said nothing.

Yang Fei sighed, glancing at the many Martial Arts Grandmasters around him.

At this moment, the storm had subsided, turning into a gentle drizzle.

In the wind and rain, Yang Fei's voice was exceptionally clear and powerful.

"The Way of the Martial Arts does not fear **, nor does it bully the weak."

"If we attack Chen Feng now that he is injured."

"Then what is the difference between us and the narrow-minded, virtue-less Japanese Sang Martial Artists?"

"Only warriors who fear no challenge or enemy are the true strong ones."

"I defeated Chen Feng this time; next time, he will also be my defeated opponent."

With this, Yang Fei let out a cold laugh.

"Is the Sang Country's Phantom Style so great?"

"For us Huaxia Martial Arts, it's just a minor trick."

As he spoke, Yang Fei's figure flickered, suddenly creating four identical shadows.

He flickered again, and the four shadows turned into eight, then the eight shadows into sixteen.

In an instant, Yang Fei's figure filled the entire space, appearing everywhere.

Chen Feng's originally haughty expression shifted to one of wide-eyed astonishment, his mouth agape.

The dozens of Martial Arts Grandmasters all gaped in shock at Yang Fei.

Their hearts were profoundly shaken.

This Phantom Style from Sang Country was one of the highest martial arts of Sang Country, also Chen Feng's ultimate weapon.

Once he unleashed it, four identical shadows simultaneously attacked the opponent.

Almost every opponent was thrown into confusion and defeat.

Yet now, this top secret of Sang Country Martial Arts was displayed by Yang Fei.

Moreover, Yang Fei's shadows filled the air, even stronger than Chen Feng's by tenfold.

What the hell is going on?

The shadows converged back into Yang Fei himself.

Yang Fei looked at Chen Feng indifferently.

"Go back and tell Jingtian Chuyi that I indeed killed Jingtian Chusan."

"He proclaims himself the Sang Country Martial Saint; I'll welcome him anytime."

Chen Feng snapped out of his shock, his eyes still full of disbelief.

The Phantom Style, which Chen Feng had only practiced to split into four, had already brought him fame.

He was acclaimed as the rising genius martial artist of Sang Country.

Yet, Yang Fei seemed like a magician, mastering this ancient martial arts technique to split into sixteen shadows.

Even Chen Feng's master, Jingtian Chuyi, might not achieve that.

In reality, Yang Fei did not know the unique mental method of the Phantom Style.

However, he grasped its core essence.

He merely utilized the Yu Step and Extreme Tiger, pushing his speed to the limit.

This created such an astounding effect.

The crowd didn't understand, but they were envious of the Yan Ru Scripture's martial arts.

To them, only the legendary Yan Ru Scripture could be this formidable.

After speaking, Yang Fei ignored Chen Feng.

He greeted the crowd and strode towards the Range Rover.

Liang Jiayi opened the car door.

Her beautiful face beamed with joy.

"Yang Fei, you were amazing."

In front of Chen Feng and the dozens of National Arts Grandmasters, Yang Fei remained calm and modest, exuding the demeanor of a grandmaster.

But in front of Liang Jiayi, he immediately became smug and animated.

"Of course, don't you know Brother Fei's charisma and demeanor?"

"Getting rid of these small fry isn't worth mentioning."

He leaned in, "I won, how about a kiss?"

Liang Jiayi giggled and indeed kissed him on the cheek.

Yang Fei smirked and snapped his fingers.

"Let's go, let's see if they have caught the guys yet at the police station."

At the police station interrogation room, Fang Tang and Feen Jun were detained as criminal suspects for endangering public safety.

Fang Tang sat in the interrogation chair, his face ashen, remaining silent.

In another room, Feen Jun was exceedingly arrogant.

One of his hands was cuffed to the interrogation chair, and he shouted loudly.

"What right do you have to arrest me?"

"I'm telling you, by tomorrow, all of you cops will be out of a job. I'm not someone you can mess with."

Captain Qi, responsible for interrogating Feen Jun, was at his wit's end with this guy.

On the other hand, he also knew Feen Jun's strong backing, making it hard to go too far in their dealings.

The case investigation was at a standstill.

Yang Fei and Liang Jiayi watched Feen Jun's insolence from the monitoring room.

Both felt a wave of disgust.

"Yang Fei, what do we do?"

Yang Fei smiled and stretched lazily.

"This guy has backing and doesn't take local police seriously at all."

"Regular interrogation won't work on him."

Liang Jiayi was anxious, "Then what do we do?"

"It'd be best if we got a confession tonight."

"Otherwise, in a day or two, the situation might change."

Yang Fei understood Liang Jiayi's concern and chuckled.

"Pretty boys like him are best handled with torture; a beating will make him compliant."

Liang Jiayi became more anxious, "Isn't that obvious?"

"If Captain Qi could use torture, he would have done so already. Do we really need you to say it?"

Yang Fei laughed heartily, a mysterious smile on his face.

"Of course, police can't beat people; they must be civilized and polite."

"But what if the prisoners in the detention center beat him up?"

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