Chapter 39: The Harvest!

“Why thank him?” At the mention of that name, he could not help frowning as he recalled that terrifying experience in which he had been utterly powerless to fight back.

Li Ning gave a bitter smile. “If he hadn’t shattered our pride, would the two of us have joined forces?”

Shen Qian remained silent, offering no rebuttal.

Geniuses were all arrogant.

Before encountering Yang Feng, she had always believed herself to be the strongest among her peers. Even if someone was stronger than her, the difference could not be too great.

With a little more effort, she would be able to catch up.

Then she met Yang Feng.

That peer from Pine City had made them understand, with a single punch, just how vast the gap was between them and a truly top-tier genius.

As the two women were lost in their own thoughts, they unintentionally burst through the undergrowth and saw Yang Feng resting against a boulder.

The instant they saw him, both of them froze.

They never would have dreamed of running into Yang Feng here. They exchanged a glance and saw the terror in each other’s eyes.

Their expressions seemed to say the same thing:

What is he doing here?

Li Ning recovered first. Seeing that Yang Feng’s eyes were closed, she raised a finger to her lips in a silent warning, then prepared to retreat before he noticed them.

Their movements were light and slow. They did not dare make the slightest sound.

After backing away several steps, they saw that Yang Feng still had not moved.

Only then did Li Ning let out a quiet sigh of relief.

But at that moment, another thought surfaced in Shen Qian’s mind.

He was sleeping so deeply.

Could she take advantage of this opportunity to transfer all his points to herself?

The thought made her heart pound wildly.

Yang Feng was so powerful that he probably had more than five thousand points.

If she could transfer all of them to herself, she would not need to do anything else for the rest of the trial to secure a place in the top ten.

The immense greed in her heart soon overwhelmed her reason.

She gestured for Li Ning to stop, then, under the other woman’s frightened and bewildered gaze, slowly approached Yang Feng.

Three meters. Two meters. One meter.

Across that short distance, Shen Qian felt the clothes clinging to her body grow damp.

Cold sweat rolled down her forehead, and she even stopped breathing.

Slowly, she moved her right hand, wearing the wristband, toward Yang Feng’s wristband.

Closer and closer.

At that moment, even Li Ning, standing nearby, held her breath in tension.

Finally, the two wristbands gradually touched.

A delighted expression had only just appeared on Shen Qian’s face when it instantly froze.

At some point, a powerful hand had seized hers.

Yang Feng opened his eyes. There was not the slightest ripple in his gaze; they were as still as an icy spring.

That tranquil stare sent Shen Qian’s heart plummeting.

Yang Feng felt rather speechless. A martial artist’s hearing was extraordinarily keen, and he had heard their conversation from far away.

Knowing that they were the people from Zhengfu City whom he had accidentally injured, he had felt somewhat apologetic. He had originally intended to pretend to be asleep and let them go, considering it compensation for what had happened before.

He had never expected Shen Qian to try to take his points.

He could no longer pretend he had seen nothing.

Shen Qian was decisive. The moment she realized Yang Feng was awake, she shouted, “Li Ning, help me!”

Then she attacked without hesitation.

Yang Feng did not dodge, because there was no need. After consuming the black monkey from the dream realm, even though it had only been for a single morning, his physical constitution had undergone a tremendous transformation.

Even Nangong Hang, whose blood-energy value had reached nine, had been unable to injure him. How could Shen Qian possibly hurt him?

Sure enough, when her palm struck him, Shen Qian felt a sharp pain shoot through her trembling hand.

Yang Feng had no intention of showing mercy merely because she was a woman. His large hand descended like a mountain, slamming Shen Qian to the ground.

At that moment, Li Ning’s attack arrived as well.

Yang Feng paid it no attention. His opponent was afraid of him. A martial artist should advance fearlessly, but once fear entered the heart, an attack would already be three parts weaker.

Moreover, the difference between their strengths was enormous. Yang Feng took Li Ning’s palm head-on, then seized her and hurled her into the ground.

The impact left Li Ning seeing stars and robbed her of all ability to fight.

Only then did Yang Feng calmly transfer all the points on the two women’s wristbands to his own.

To his delight, their combined points exceeded three thousand.

He immediately grew excited.

He had originally planned to wait a little longer before making his move, but the reward before him changed his mind at once. These two ordinary martial artists already possessed more than three thousand points.

How many points, then, did top experts like Bai Wu have?

Yang Feng decided to act.

The rear mountain of the base had complicated terrain. Although Yang Feng had appeared to be slacking off during the past three hours, he had actually been constructing a map of the entire mountain in his mind.

Everything had been preparation for this moment.

Drawing a deep breath, Yang Feng circulated the second-stage Thunder Rush Breathing Technique. In an instant, tiny arcs of electricity flickered around his body.

Then he shot forward like a cheetah.

With a whoosh, a terrifying wave of air swept across the surrounding weeds. Wherever he passed, the powerful gusts cut the grass cleanly in two.

“What the hell just went by?”

A student cried out in alarm.

He had only seen a dark blur because it had moved too quickly.

Yang Feng’s speed was astonishing, and the noise he made was tremendous. Along the way, he repeatedly startled the students.

“Damn!”

“Don’t tell me there’s a strange beast in the rear mountain!”

“At that speed, it has to be an instructor!”

“Everyone, move! If you get hit, you’re probably finished!”

These students had already been stripped of all their points, so they had gathered together for mutual protection. They nearly ended up being knocked over like bowling pins.

Yang Feng could only say that their fears were unnecessary. With his control over his body and the strength of his mind, it was impossible for him to collide with them.

At the summit of the rear mountain, Xiang Yang gazed into the distance.

He already had more than five thousand points.

But he felt that it was not enough, because he knew very well that the others were equally terrifying.

Especially Nangong Hang, his lifelong rival.

If he truly wanted to surpass them by a wide margin, he had only one option: swallow up one of the top twenty experts.

That was the main reason he had come to the summit—to search for a target.

Yet just as he was looking into the distance, a dark blur charged toward the mountaintop at an astonishing speed.

Xiang Yang was secretly shocked. An involuntary question arose in his mind.

Who was it?

Every muscle in his body tensed as he focused intently on the rapidly approaching shadow below.

A martial artist’s instincts told him that the newcomer meant no good.

The shadow drew closer and closer, and the pressure Xiang Yang felt grew increasingly powerful.

Before he knew it, that overwhelming force had caused his palms to break out in sweat.

At last, the dark blur reached him.

The terrifying aura surrounding it had not diminished in the slightest. It bore down upon him directly, like a colossal ship bearing down on a lone man.

The pressure was simply too frightening. The veins across Xiang Yang’s body bulged as he circulated his breathing technique, his body instantly flushing red. Relying on his powerful awakened constitution, he let out a roar.

Then he suddenly drove a peak-strength punch toward the dark figure.

Xiang Yang had always faced his opponents head-on. Even if the person before him was a second-stage martial artist, he would not be afraid.