Chapter Twenty-One: Defeating the Ten Greatest Martial Prodigies of Zhengfu City!
Outside the building, the once noisy environment suddenly fell into complete silence. After a moment, a massive wave of uproar erupted.
“Damn, the people from Song City No. 1 High are that fierce? They defeated our Li Ning in just two moves!”
“Holy hell, this is terrifying. Hasn’t the martial artist level in Song City always been far below ours? When did such a freak suddenly appear?”
“Who exactly is he? Could he be someone from Song City who got a tip-off and deliberately came here to cause trouble?”
“But I have to admit, this guy’s moves are clean and sharp, kind of impressive!”
“Are you out of your mind, talking like that at a time like this?”
“What’s wrong with me? I’m just stating facts!”
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“Xiao Rong, what do we do now?”
Lin Xiaorong felt a sense of confusion. Li Ning was the top fighter from Zhengfu No. 1 High School, an eighteen-year-old first-tier martial artist, a true prodigy. Yet he was knocked down by a high schooler from Song City who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
“What else can we do but report this to the Martial Artists’ Guild?”
For ordinary people, calling the police suffices when a crime occurs. But when martial artists are involved, the guild is the proper authority. They were all no match for this opponent; even a master like Li Ning was taken down in two moves. Reporting to the guild was the only choice.
On the screen, Yang Feng, who had just knocked Li Ning unconscious, paid no attention to him. He had held back; after all, he was just catching a thief. Killing someone during such an act would not only be unjustifiable but would also bring trouble.
Without hesitation, he continued the pursuit.
However, at the corner of the fifth floor, a shadow of a woman suddenly appeared and launched a sneak attack.
Yang Feng hadn’t expected someone to strike from the same spot on different floors. Yet his reflexes were sharp; he dodged the attack.
Shen Qian, the assailant, was equally surprised that her well-positioned sneak attack had been evaded. She immediately activated her breathing technique, doubling her speed.
Her breathing method specialized in speed enhancement, ranking among the top three in burst speed among the ten masters. At such close range, there was no way the opponent could escape.
A gleam of fierce determination flashed in Yang Feng’s eyes.
He hadn’t dodged because it was unnecessary. Simultaneously activating the Thunderbolt Breathing Technique, he unleashed a Crushing Fist.
His sudden increase in speed surpassed even Shen Qian’s.
Shock flashed in Shen Qian’s beautiful eyes.
Their fists collided.
Shen Qian felt a terrifying force pressing down on her hands. Not only was the opponent faster, but his strength was also unstoppable, like a mountain rolling over her.
She was sent flying backward, crashing hard against the wall before losing her combat ability.
The top fighter of Zhengfu No. 2 High, Shen Qian, was defeated!
Though it was a warm June day, those watching through the screens felt a chill.
Two moves had taken down Zhengfu City’s top fighter Li Ning; one move had rendered Shen Qian powerless.
It was simply terrifying.
If Li Ning’s defeat could be seen as a fluke, Shen Qian’s easy fall proved the opponent’s true strength.
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“Is that even human?”
“I have a bad feeling about this.”
“Cut that out. That kind of thing can’t happen.”
“Right, there are still eight of us who haven’t fought. One person can’t beat ten in a row.”
“What if he really wins?”
The room fell silent at these words.
The truth that the top young fighter of Zhengfu City was from Song City was a bitter pill to swallow.
The mockery was all-encompassing.
It was as if they had built a huge stage only for someone else to come and slap them in the face.
This was utter nonsense.
After defeating two opponents, Yang Feng pressed on. At the stairwell on the sixth floor, he slowed slightly. Having been ambushed twice at the same spot on different floors, caution was warranted.
“Whoosh!”
A slicing sound cut through the air. Yang Feng could only feel a bit exasperated.
There really was someone lying in wait there!
But he was prepared. Charging his Crushing Fist, he struck out.
Liu Siming, the top fighter of Zhengfu City No. 5 High, had thought his sneak attack was guaranteed, but to his surprise, his decisive blow was met head-on with a punch that sent him flying back.
It felt like a car crashing into a train, a swift and overwhelming force.
Liu Siming spat blood and collapsed, losing his fighting capability.
He was defeated.
Yang Feng’s expression grew serious—not because of their strength, but because something felt off.
A petty thief on the street had three martial artist accomplices? That seemed impossible.
Yet these three were clearly trying to stop him from pursuing the thief.
He couldn’t make sense of it.
Forget it, if he couldn’t understand now, he wouldn’t bother. Everything would be clear once he caught the thief.
Though simple, his logic was sound.
At least, that’s what Yang Feng believed as he continued upstairs.
For the next ten minutes outside the building, no one spoke.
They were witnessing a scene none would forget.
The top fighter of Zhengfu No. 9 High, He Xiangrui, fell in two moves.
The top fighter of Zhengfu No. 18 High, Chen Guangyao, defeated in one.
Private Lanwen High’s top fighter, Huo Qilou, fell three times in a row.
The top fighter of Zhengfu No. 7 High, Zhang Shulan, lost in two moves.
Zhengfu No. 18 High’s top fighter, Zheng Youran, defeated in one move.
Private Guanrong High’s top fighter, fallen in two moves.
They watched as this high schooler from Song City, like a war god, trampled those idols they had only dared to admire from afar, unstoppable and invincible.
They realized a cruel truth: the revered top ten fighters in their minds were on an entirely different level than this Song City student on the screen.
Meanwhile, Yang Feng chased the thief to the rooftop.
Zhengfu City’s private high school, Yibo High’s top fighter, Zheng Jinning, was there.
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