"You dare challenge Master?!" Lu Pengju sneered at Zhou Yang, his voice full of pride as he heaped praises on Lin Feng. "Master could defeat you single-handedly!"
Upon hearing Zhou Yang's words, Lin Feng was a little stunned, not because Zhou Yang wanted to challenge him, but because of how Zhou Yang had addressed him...
So you finally acknowledge as your Boss. Lin Feng tilted his head slightly, a sunny smile gracing his features as he looked at Zhou Yang. He wasn't surprised by Zhou Yang's challenge; this was an agreent between them.
Six years ago, Zhou Yang was just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old hotheaded youth. By a stroke of luck, he had managed to leave the country through so unknown channels and beca a new recruit in the White Wolf rcenary Squad. Due to his outstanding physical performance, Lin Feng had selected him to be trained as a core mber of the White Wolf Squad.
To Zhou Yang, Lin Feng was both a ntor and a friend. Besides being the team captain of the core mbers, Lin Feng also taught each of them Martial Arts.
Wing Chun, Small Capture Hand, Big Capture Hand, Sanda, Thai Boxing... In his youth, White Wolf King Lin Feng had practiced a variety of Martial Arts, though most of it was rely for show. It wasn't until he obtained the Supre dical Classic that he truly embarked on the path of cultivation. All the Martial Arts he had learned before beca reference material for him.
Ultimately, Lin Feng broke free from conventions. He retained all the signature moves from every martial art that suited his own way of exerting force and combined them with the Internal Cultivation thods of the Supre dical Classic to create an incomplete and Naless Technique. This beca the basic training manual for the core mbers of the White Wolf Squad, turning each of them into an expert in Inner Strength.
Among Lin Feng's four core mbers, Ling Yun possessed the highest talent and diligence, thus having the strongest cultivation. Zhou Yang was second. Although Xue Qingyi had good talent, she wasn't devoted to the path of Martial Arts; instead, she focused on cultivating the Linglong Needle Technique that Lin Feng had taught her. She took an unconventional path, becoming a master of hidden weapons. As for Xiang Wang, a tech geek nicknad Virus, he had diocre talent and was lazy. Lin Feng suspected that even now, he hadn't truly stepped into the first level of Inner Strength cultivation.
Among the four, Xiang Wang and Xue Qingyi never defied Lin Feng. Zhou Yang and Ling Yun, however, despite the White Wolf King being only slightly older, always wanted to surpass him. They had even publicly proposed challenging Lin Feng, aiming to defeat him on multiple occasions.
Ling Yun had a more cautious personality; most of the ti, he would only talk about it casually and rarely proposed a genuine confrontation with Lin Feng. Zhou Yang, however, reveled in challenging Lin Feng. Ever since he truly embarked on the path of Martial Arts, over the past three or four years, Lin Feng had taught him a lesson countless tis.
At the ti, Lin Feng had found Zhou Yang incredibly annoying for constantly pestering him. The quiet Ling Yun seed far more agreeable. However, looking back now, Lin Feng realized sothing. Zhou Yang, who had constantly challenged him, was annoying but at least acted within normal human bounds. Ling Yun, on the other hand, had contacted outsiders to ambush him with an artillery barrage; he was already psychologically twisted.
"How many tis has it been?" Lin Feng looked at Zhou Yang with a faint smile and asked in a low voice, knowing Zhou Yang would rember the count.
"The thirty-sixth ti..." Zhou Yang finally smiled, a hint of moisture flashing in his sharp eyes. He stared at Lin Feng and said, "This ti, it should be my best chance to challenge you!"
Lin Feng understood what Zhou Yang ant. Currently, Zhou Yang was at the third level of Inner Strength, and so was Lin Feng. In terms of cultivation level, the difference between them was indeed minimal. Compared to his previous presumptuous challenges—when Zhou Yang, at the first level of Inner Strength, had faced the White Wolf King at the fourth level—this ti, he genuinely seed to have a chance!
But this was only in theory...
"Actually, the last ti we t at the Shui Linglong Club, that was your best chance to beat ..." Lin Feng said with a smile, then added in his mind, Back then, Zhou Yang's cultivation was actually a bit higher than mine. But now, after my dual cultivation with Xue Qingyi on the Treasure Ship, I'm already at the peak of the third level of Inner Strength. Zhou Yang no longer stands a chance!
At the Shui Linglong Club, Lin Feng and Zhou Yang had exchanged a few probing moves. At that ti, Lin Feng had only managed to scare Zhou Yang off using Big Capture Hand; he held no advantage in terms of Inner Strength.
"You've progressed since last ti?" Zhou Yang frowned, looking at Lin Feng in surprise. He couldn't perceive any difference in Lin Feng's cultivation compared to their eting at the Shui Linglong Club, but if Lin Feng said so, there had to be a reason.
One thing that used to frustrate Zhou Yang was this: whenever he made so progress and excitedly attacked Lin Feng, he would discover that Lin Feng's strength was far greater than what he had previously witnessed. The more progress he made, the more fearful he beca. That had been Zhou Yang's psychological state for years.
"I was deliberately holding back to tease you before. But this ti, I've genuinely improved," Lin Feng said with a laugh, completely ignoring Zhou Yang's face, which was starting to turn pale.
"Hmph! Forget it! I've lost so many tis already, what's one more loss to ?!" Zhou Yang suddenly laughed heartily and said to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng glanced at the eager, expectant expressions of Lu Pengju, Xie Nan, and the others, then deliberately asked, "Shall we start here, or find a more private spot?"
Zhou Yang also glanced at Lu Pengju and Xie Nan. He saw them staring at him with expressions that were part-smile, part-sneer, and definitely unfriendly, making him feel a bit uneasy. After hesitating for a few seconds, finally, amidst a chorus of jeers, Zhou Yang said to Lin Feng, "Let's... find another place."
"PFFT... So concerned about saving face! You said you weren't afraid of losing, yet you still want to hide away to fight?" Lu Pengju said to Zhou Yang with disdain. "Aren't you supposed to be a great fighter? Neither Xie Nan nor I can beat you, so why are you still afraid of losing face?"
Zhou Yang gave Lu Pengju a nonchalant smile and said, "It's not about losing face... I plan to use my ultimate moves, and I'm worried you'll try to steal them by watching!"
"..." Lu Pengju stared at Zhou Yang speechlessly. He didn't know if Zhou Yang actually had such ultimate moves, but he was certain Zhou Yang's words were just an excuse.
Then, Lin Feng and Zhou Yang, one after the other, walked into an empty private room nearby. Brimming with curiosity, Lu Pengju, Xie Nan, and the others followed, ready to peek. Before they could even leave their private room, they heard the door to the adjacent one slam shut with a BANG!
After a mont, a series of WHOOSHING sounds, like fists cutting through the air, and dull THUDS, like heavy impacts, emanated from the room Lin Feng and Zhou Yang had entered. The terrifying commotion made the bar's walls tremble slightly.
They're actually that strong! Xie Nan and Lu Pengju exchanged glances. Judging solely from the sounds, they could tell that neither Lin Feng nor Zhou Yang was soone they could handle. Anyone who could generate such fist-winds was simply a monster!
After a good while, the noise in the room died down. Lin Feng and Zhou Yang walked out, their clothes sowhat disheveled, both with impassive expressions, making it impossible to tell who had won or lost.
"Master, did you... did you win?" Lu Pengju sidled up to Lin Feng and asked cautiously.
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