Yang Fei chuckled.

From listening to Wang Jie speak, he knew this martial arts master was naive and straightforward, a genuine martial arts fanatic.

However, the more such a person is, the purer their heart, and the more formidable their martial arts.

Wang Jian felt quite awkward and cupped his fists to salute Yang Fei.

"My brother isn't very good with words, but our Roaming Bagua Palm has always been paired with two people."

"If Mr. Yang finds fighting two unfair, you can ask someone to assist. My brother and I wouldn't mind."

As he said this, Wang Jie snorted disdainfully behind him.

"Brother, you got it wrong. Mr. Yang Fei is the Martial Alliance Leader."

"If he needs someone to assist in such a small scene, wouldn't he be losing face?"

When Wang Jie spoke, many martial artists burst into laughter.

Though Wang Jie seemed dim-witted, he inadvertently used a provocation technique, leaving Yang Fei with no way out.

Yang Fei smiled slightly: "Brother Wang Jie is correct. No matter how many of you there are, I'll rely only on my fists."

Wang Jie grinned broadly and slapped Yang Fei on the shoulder.

"Good lad, you've got guts. But if you could bind your hands, that'd show even more courage..."

"Shut up!"

Seeing his brother's greediness in taking advantage, Wang Jian roared angrily, interrupting Wang Jie's words.

Wang Jie was startled.

He glanced at Wang Jian, whose face was ashen, and set up his fist stance, daring not to speak further.

Wang Jian cupped his fists towards Yang Fei, spun half a circle with his footwork, and struck towards his back with a palm.

His palm was loud, clearly using Essence Qi, with amazing power.

Meanwhile, Wang Jie rotated a step to the left and struck at Yang Fei's left flank with a palm.

However, this palm was silent and gentle, clearly using Dark Force.

The two brothers attacked and defended together, one hard and one soft, perfectly aligning with Bagua's ultimate principle of yin and yang.

Just with the first style, the power of the two brothers' joint effort surpassed ordinary Danjin masters.

Yang Fei initiated Yu Step and slid over to the left.

Then, he spun in the opposite direction, leaving shadows in the air.

The two brothers missed their target.

Wang Jian felt a tinge of fear.

He only felt Yang Fei's strange footwork was remarkably similar to the Innate Bagua Step he's practiced for over a decade.

Moreover, the mysteries of his footwork far surpassed the Innate Bagua Step.

Yang Fei simultaneously felt the profound footwork of the two brothers.

He chose not to attack, instead subtly engaging with the brothers.

Thus, the three figures resembled three colorful butterflies, weaving through flowers and trees, chaotically circling.

The three sped around the area with incredible agility.

The spectators, after watching for just a few seconds, felt dizzy with countless shadows in the sky.

Everyone felt dizzy and couldn't stand steadily.

Si Ruoxi, glancing around once, felt nauseated as if experiencing motion sickness.

Everyone diverted their gaze, not daring to watch the three in the arena.

Only the cameras remained dutifully working.

In the dizzying scene, only a few with especially profound martial expertise continued to watch intently.

The more the spectators watched, the more alarmed they became.

The Wang Brothers' Roaming Bagua Palm was already unique in the martial arts world.

Once deployed, shadows filled all directions, making it hard to distinguish the true body from the shadow.

But Yang Fei's footwork was even more formidable.

Initially, they could still see the Wang Brothers' shadows, but after a minute, Yang Fei's shadows dominated the sky.

He, alone, outshone the Wang Brothers' shadows.

Within the circle, Wang Jian gritted his teeth, desperately chasing Yang Fei's shadow.

Wang Jie, however, was yelling.

"No, you're cheating, it's all messed up, there's no way to do Bagua Step like this!"

Yang Fei burst into laughter; suddenly, the endless shadows condensed into one, forming Yang Fei himself.

Strangely, the Wang Brothers couldn't stop spinning around Yang Fei rapidly.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances; most wore expressions of utter confusion.

Only a few top experts with knowledge of Innate Bagua could see.

Yang Fei had taken the central formation eye from the Wang Brothers.

If the two brothers stopped or took a wrong step, Yang Fei could launch a fatal attack, deciding victory in one strike.

So, the Wang Brothers dared not stop, their steps quickening.

Both hoped to break free from the formation eye occupied by Yang Fei.

However, whatever footwork Yang Fei used was unknown.

He moved one step east, one step west, continuously occupying the Bagua center formation eye of the Wang Brothers.

Eventually, Yang Fei leisurely placed his hands behind his back.

He swayed, walking east a few steps, west a few steps, appearing extremely relaxed.

Wang Jian's forehead bulged with veins, sweating profusely.

Wang Jie walked frantically, shouting incessantly.

"You're cheating, what's this, have the guts to stop and fight me for real?"

Every martial arts expert shook their head.

This Martial Contest for Discourse, at this point, had essentially decided winners and losers.

Nobody expected the highly anticipated Wang Brothers to lose so straightforwardly.

The two didn't even touch Yang Fei's clothes, yet landed in such an embarrassing predicament.

At this moment, the Wang Brothers were like a giant pendulum on a thousand-pound chain, spinning in the air.

The axis was under Yang Fei's feet.

If Yang Fei didn't stop, the Wang Brothers had to sprint wildly.

Otherwise, Yang Fei could easily end the life of one of them with a gentle palm.

Yang Fei firmly stepped on their formation eye, spun two circles.

He simply took out a box of cheap cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and nonchalantly smoked.

This act made many eyeballs pop out in shock.

In such intense combat, this guy was smoking?

Wang Jian was livid; Yang Fei's act was the greatest insult to the Wang family's Roaming Bagua Palm.

He resolved, even if severely injured, to reclaim the formation eye position from Yang Fei.

Wang Jian suddenly let out a long howl, Essence Qi on his top surged up, like a dragon dancing.

He forcibly stopped his body and struck a palm towards Yang Fei's head.

Yang Fei laughed heartily and kept the cigarette in his mouth.

He ignored Wang Jian, his body swaying, and moved behind Wang Jie.

As Wang Jian left his position, a huge opening appeared behind Wang Jie.

Yang Fei gently pushed his palm against Wang Jie's Pi Gu and lightly sent it forward.

Wang Jie's momentum of charging forward, combined with Yang Fei's palm power.

Instantly, he flew out like a kite with a broken string.

Although Yang Fei's force was immense, he used Soft Strength.

Wang Jie wasn't hurt; he miraculously landed on a mechanical arm of a crane above the river.

This guy hugged the mechanical arm, scared out of his wits.

"Brother, brother, save me, I'm afraid of heights."

Wang Jian nearly bit through his teeth.

This brother of his, only knowing martial arts, was clueless about worldly affairs.

His shout simply threw their reputation out of the window.

But Wang Jian ignored Wang Jie's chaotic cries.

He finally found an opportunity to attack; would he easily miss it?

Immediately, Wang Jian used all his Essence Qi, striking a palm at Yang Fei's chest.

Yang Fei laughed loudly, employing Elephant Shocking Power, directly receiving Wang Jian's palm.

Bang!

The Elephant Tremor Great Strength merged into a massive force crashing towards Wang Jian.

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