As soon as Li Feng finished speaking, there was an uproar below.
"Damn, this Li Feng is really cocky."
"Who gave him the courage to be so arrogant?"
"Um, Li Feng, your approach doesn’t comply with the rules." The host, Ling Xue, looked at Li Feng.
Li Feng turned and looked at Ling Xue.
"Rules, I heard the rules you just ntioned, your rules are to make the challenge as fair as possible."
"But what if I don’t want fairness?"
"Ah!"
The sisters Ling Xue and Ling Shuang looked at Li Feng, their eyelashes fluttering. The rules were ant for fairness, created to prevent soone from repeatedly challenging one person, turning it into a relay battle, which would definitely be unfair.
But now Li Feng outright said he doesn’t want fairness.
The sisters couldn’t help but look at the referee beside them, who ca from the organizing committee and had the final say.
The referee stepped forward and looked at Li Feng, "Are you sure?"
"I’ve made it very clear."
The referee looked at the sowhat sharp-edged Li Feng, "It’s good for a young person to be passionate, but being overly arrogant isn’t great."
"Heh, with these losers, it’s hard not to be arrogant."
"Has Li Feng taken so sort of stimulant?"
Xiao Xi looked at Li Feng with confusion. This guy wasn’t so cocky before, why the sudden change in deanor?
Although Xiao Xi couldn’t understand Li Feng’s actions, he knew there must be sothing fishy about his odd behavior.
Unintended by the speaker, but aningful to the listener.
Zhang Ci’en heard the word "drug" and suddenly smirked.
Li Feng must be on drugs again.
No doubt about it.
Also, he must’ve taken quite a lot, using the drug to suppress his internal injuries, but the side effects of over-dication mustn’t be light. Li Feng is likely high on the drugs now.
After all, pills like Xiao Huan Dan are major supplents refined from potent ingredients, capable of replenishing blood and qi, no wonder Li Feng looks so rosy.
Zhang Ci’en quietly explained to the people around him. Upon hearing his explanation, those people looked enlightened.
So, Li Feng is on drugs.
No wonder he suddenly beca extrely arrogant.
Li Feng insisted, and the referee did not refuse. After all, if Li Feng didn’t want the protection of the rules and insisted on walking a path to ruin, the referee wouldn’t stop him.
The referee turned and looked at the audience, "You’ve heard what Li Feng said, whether you co up is your own choice."
After that, the referee turned and walked to the side.
A relay battle benefits them.
As the referee left the stage, Li Feng directly turned to the remaining eight contestants, "You losers, who will step up? If no one cos up, then don’t think about making it to the top eight."
"You don’t deserve it."
" "
"Li Feng, don’t be too arrogant, I, Zhu Wanjing, will take you on."
A burly man stepped forward, having previously lost four out of five matches, with only four points, hanging by a thread for a chance at the top eight, hoping one fight might secure his place.
Not willing to go ho just like that, he decided to take a chance. What if he sohow makes it to the top eight?
"Hongquan Zhu Wanjing."
As Zhu Wanjing spoke, he directly perford the starting stance with one character facing upwards, then stomped forward, charging like a mountain gate, his fists coming down fiercely.
Ling Xue and Ling Shuang hadn’t even left the stage yet, and the match’s gong hadn’t struck.
"Hongquan isn’t ant to be fought like this."
Li Feng, who studied National Martial Arts since childhood under his grandfather, mastered all kinds of school styles. His grandfather used to say, National Martial Arts are essentially the Dao, the Dao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets infinity.
The changes in forms never stray from their roots.
Ultimately, everything boils down to the body.
Li Feng’s grandfather, revered as a dical Immortal, lived over a hundred years while still appearing sixty or seventy.
From a young age, this grandfather taught Li Feng the number of bones, muscles, and acupoints in the human body, explaining how movents rely on the coordination of limbs and body.
When you understand the human body well enough, you beco a master.
dicine and martial arts are inseparable.
Having learned dicine from a young age, Li Feng could master various styles to their core.
Li Feng mirrored the sa beginning moves, but as the two collided.
Zhu Wanjing’s form broke directly.
Before he could catch his breath, Li Feng landed a punch right in his face, dropping him at Li Feng’s feet.
"Hiss."
"Control the mont, use Hongquan; Li Feng mastered Hongquan more than Zhu Wanjing."
"Who’s the true heir of Hongquan here?"
"This is a solid slap in the face."
"Next!"
Li Feng arrogantly looked down.
The remaining seven glanced at each other, reluctant to step up. Seeing Li Feng in such high spirits, nobody wanted to risk it, knowing he once matched Hua Wushuang.
They dared to challenge the tiger only when seeing Li Feng injured internally, seeking advantage over his weakness.
Seeing the hesitating expressions below, Li Feng scoffed.
"What, no courage?"
"All looking to take advantage, huh, a bunch of losers."
Li Feng gave a thumbs down to the hesitant crowd below.
"Don’t glare at like that. If I said I’d give you a chance, I will. Why not all co up together and save the trouble?"
"Li Feng, don’t be so arrogant."
Clearly, being pointed at and cursed, anyone would find it unbearable, let alone these martial artists with tempers.
"If you don’t like my arrogance, then co on stage!"
Li Feng swept a disdainful glance over them.
Surrounding spectators jeered at Li Feng’s provocation, enjoying the spectacle with delight.
"You!"
This person glared at Li Feng but didn’t move.
Not far off, Hua Wushuang walked out: "Heh, I think Li Feng’s right, you are all losers."
"Hua Wushuang, what are you implying!"
"Exactly what I said. Li Feng and I fought, and he got internal injuries. Everyone knows, yet now, when he fights injured, none of you dares to step up. What are you if not losers!"
"I know you all have your own plans, wanting soone else to act as the stepping stone."
"Heh, self-proclaid cleverness. If you had the skill, why all the scheming? Since you lack it, spare yourself the embarrassnt."
Hua Wushuang’s words stirred a wave of resentnt, but the targeted people remained speechless.
Hua Wushuang suddenly turned to Li Feng, "Li Feng, you deserve to stand alongside ."
"Why waste ti with these people, challenge upward directly, the top eight surely have a place for you. As for these others, let them continue plotting."
Li Feng looked at Hua Wushuang, a bit surprised he’d stand up for him.
Nevertheless, Li Feng’s show of strength had its purpose – deterring further challenges from those wanting to take him down.
It wasn’t that Li Feng didn’t want to play along, but too much pretension does more harm than good.
"So, no one’s coming up?"
Li Feng coldly chuckled, those behind him hesitated, knowing they’d lose and none wanted to be the scapegoat.
"Then don’t bla for not giving you a chance."
Li Feng finished speaking, raising his eyes to Zhang Ci’en: "I want to exercise my challenge rights."
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