Chapter Forty-One: The Unfortunate Runner-Up

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The name Yang Feng had entered everyone’s field of vision for the first time.

It had also put the highly ranked geniuses on their guard.

Just as everyone was wondering where Yang Feng had come from, the points leaderboard changed once more.

Yan Xue, who had ranked second, disappeared from the leaderboard.

But it soon became clear that Yan Xue had not vanished entirely. He had merely plummeted from second place to the very bottom.

Meanwhile, Yang Feng’s score, already ranked first, rose by another five thousand points.

At that moment, even the slowest among them understood what had happened.

Those top-tier experts had treated the others as prey, while Yang Feng regarded those top-tier experts as his prey.

Over the next few hours, everyone witnessed the same scene. At regular intervals, whoever occupied second place on the leaderboard would fall to the bottom.

And Yang Feng’s score would rise by several thousand points.

At first, everyone was utterly stunned.

Yet some people still refused to accept it. A number of reckless young fighters, fearless in their ignorance, went straight to find Yang Feng—only to present him with their precious points.

Little by little, everyone became numb to it.

Yang Feng targeted whoever ranked second. Whoever stood in second place would be caught by him and harvested.

When he had harvested his ninth victim, it was Nangong Hang’s turn.

Originally ranked ninth, Nangong Hang had risen all the way to second place because of Yang Feng’s continued hunting.

This was the same Nangong Hang who had once been hailed as the number-one genius of Nantong City.

But when he saw Yang Feng, there was no fear in his eyes.

Geniuses were proud and unruly. Although Yang Feng had defeated him in an instant during their first clash, Nangong Hang had always believed that he had merely been careless.

Thus, when Yang Feng found him again, Nangong Hang was already holding a long spear, prepared to fight him with everything he had.

Their battle drew countless examinees to watch, including the top-tier geniuses.

After all, Nangong Hang was the strongest person in Nantong City, as well as the only hope of all those top-tier geniuses.

“Yang Feng, I’m ready this time. I definitely won’t lose to you again!”

Nangong Hang’s words instantly chilled the hearts of the top-tier geniuses.

“What the hell?”

“I thought this was their first duel!”

“Damn, so he’s already lost once?”

…

Hearing the murmurs around him, Nangong Hang realized that he had misspoken. He simply shut his mouth, swung his spear, circulated his breathing technique, and charged at Yang Feng with a spear art.

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Although Yang Feng’s physique was now incredibly powerful, he was not arrogant enough to take the spear head-on.

He therefore gave Nangong Hang no chance to get close.

Yang Feng struck out with a fist seal formed by Collapsing Fist.

Nangong Hang’s expression changed. He used a martial technique to twist through the air and evade Yang Feng’s fist seal.

The enormous tree behind him, however, was struck squarely by the fist seal and exploded with a thunderous boom.

Only then did the surrounding spectators cry out in alarm.

“He’s a Grandmaster!”

Aside from third-tier martial artists, low-level martial artists could only injure someone from a distance if they had reached the Grandmaster realm.

Yang Feng clearly could not be a third-tier martial artist, so there was only one explanation: he was unquestionably a Grandmaster.

Those words shocked everyone. No one had imagined that this special-admission direct qualification test would contain a Grandmaster.

Nangong Hang’s expression also grew several shades more solemn.

He had practiced with the long spear since childhood. Three years ago, one of his spear techniques had already reached the stage of perfect mastery. Yet he was still just a step short of the Grandmaster realm, the pinnacle of perfection.

He had never expected that Yang Feng had already attained the realm he had long yearned for.

But so what if Yang Feng was a Grandmaster? Today, he would defeat one.

“Martial Technique: White Rainbow Piercing the Sun!”

Nangong Hang’s body transformed into a bolt of lightning as he lunged toward Yang Feng.

He moved so quickly that even Yang Feng was slightly surprised.

Yang Feng struck out with another fist seal formed by Collapsing Fist.

This time, Nangong Hang was moving too fast to evade. He had no choice but to break through the fist seal head-on.

He circulated his breathing technique with all his strength, stirring the blood and vital energy throughout his body and transforming them into an all-powerful strike.

Boom!

His long spear shattered the fist seal. Although Nangong Hang’s blood and vital energy were now surging violently, leaving him in unbearable discomfort, an immensely excited smile appeared on his face.

So what if Yang Feng was a Grandmaster?

Was he not about to fall beneath Nangong Hang’s spear all the same?

The long spear moved like a dragon. Though its speed had slowed somewhat, it still stabbed straight toward Yang Feng.

Victory seemed already to lie beneath his feet.

Yang Feng looked surprised. Nangong Hang truly deserved to be called Nantong City’s number-one genius. In the space of only a few breaths, he had surprised Yang Feng twice.

The first time had been when he used a martial technique that allowed him to change direction in midair.

The second was naturally his ability to shatter Yang Feng’s fist seal with nothing more than a long spear.

But if he could break through one, could he break through a second?

Yang Feng consequently struck out with two more fist seals in succession.

The invincible expression on Nangong Hang’s face froze completely. He tried to force his way through both fist seals, but the instant he came into contact with the second, his entire body was sent flying.

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The third fist seal, having lost its target, dispersed in midair.

Yang Feng walked over to the unconscious Nangong Hang and shook his head helplessly.

This kid was far too stubborn. Yang Feng had originally decided to show these easy pickings some mercy, but Nangong Hang had insisted on being so obstinate.

After sweeping away all of Nangong Hang’s points, Yang Feng once again turned his gaze toward the surrounding examinees.

The top-tier examinees who had been watching the spectacle suddenly felt as though they had been targeted by a tiger.

The next moment, instinct took over, and they scattered in every direction.

When Yang Feng defeated Nangong Hang with the Grandmaster-level Collapsing Fist, he had already shattered the fantasies of every top-tier genius.

Yang Feng was invincible.

Faced with Yang Feng, all they could do was flee.

Yang Feng watched the crowd scatter and curled his lip. He did not pursue them—not because he was especially kind, but because he had already lost interest in the points of the person currently ranked second, Yang Xueyan, who had only 2,900 points.

His own score had now reached the terrifying total of 83,000. It was impossible for anyone to overtake him.

Nothing unexpected happened during the remaining time, and Yang Feng naturally took first place.

When everyone gathered on the field once more, all the examinees looked thoroughly battered. The geniuses who had once held themselves high were now covered in bruises and swollen faces.

Every eye turned toward Yang Feng, who arrived late.

A radius of five meters around him was completely empty. No one dared approach.

Nan Wu was the only person who wanted to speak with Yang Feng, but Yang Feng’s presence was too overwhelming at that moment. He was like a wolf king inspecting his territory. After hesitating for a long while, Nan Wu ultimately decided not to go over.

Yang Feng paid no attention to the scene.

The strong were always lonely.

Especially when one was as powerful as he was.

Luo Yang and Cheng Yan appeared on the platform.

The looks they gave Yang Feng were also rather complicated, as though they were seeing the Wang Teng of years past.

Meanwhile, the beaten and bruised geniuses beside them, all wearing expressions of unwillingness, seemed to resemble their former selves.

The experience truly made the two of them empathize.

“This Open Day has come to an end, and you all already know the result.

“I would like to add one thing: today is only the first day of the special-admission direct qualification examination. Every one of you still has a chance. Believe me—if you persevere, you will see hope!”

Nangong Hang, Xiang Yang, Bai Wu, Huo Hua, and Yan Xue—every one of these top-tier geniuses—raised their heads.

Yet their eyes were filled with nothing but bewilderment.

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