Chapter 164: Chapter 164: Retreat of Wang Yifeng_1
"What? He actually tried to grab it with his hands!"
"The earlier Fireball Technique was one thing, but this dragon’s power is overwhelmingly ferocious. Its intense heat can be felt even here in the audience. Ye Fei’s hands are probably going to be ruined."
"His spirit is commendable, but his understanding of real strength still isn’t clear. Master Wang’s move is evidently of entry-level strength, which even masters of the second or third tier would avoid."
On the stage, Ye Fei’s hands shone brightly, emitting the luster of fine jade.
With a reach of his right hand, he grasped the head of the fire dragon.
His left hand even clawed towards its neck, gripping it tightly!
He actually managed to grab it!
The crowd fell silent, staring blankly at Ye Fei’s heaven-defying move.
Sweat formed on Wang Yifeng’s forehead as the fire dragon nearly drained him of his Spiritual Energy.
At that moment, he constantly switched hand seals, struggling to control the fire dragon.
"Roar!"
The fire dragon let out a roar, its lengthy body thrashing wildly, looking to coil around Ye Fei’s body.
Ye Fei remained calm and collected, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.
With a firm grasp of his white jade palm, he penetrated the fire dragon’s body, then twisted his hands in opposite directions.
Rip!
The fire dragon, condensed from fire elements, emitted a surprisingly real sound of tearing and was broken in two under the gaze of all present!
Thud!
Ye Fei casually tossed the fire dragon onto the ground, and with a stomp of his right foot, he shattered the screaming dragon’s head!
The scream abruptly ceased as the entire dragon body suddenly dispersed, kicking up a thick fog.
With a steely gaze, Ye Fei took the offensive!
His white body traced a horizontal line, cutting the dense fog in two, his radiant fist brutally striking out with a forceful punch, the mist turning around and charging towards Wang Yifeng!
"How is that even possible!"
Wang Yifeng exclaimed in shock, throwing out several palms in quick succession to scatter the oncoming fog, only to see a fist solid as condensed white jade smashing towards him.
Thump!
This fist first hit Wang Yifeng’s chest, caving it in deeply.
Using the momentum, Wang Yifeng rapidly retreated until he reached the edge of the stage.
But no matter how fast he retreated, he couldn’t escape the white jade fist, which struck his abdomen and sent him flying out of the ring, crashing through the wall and landing on the ground.
Splat!
Wang Yifeng, barely holding together his nearly split body, stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"I... lost."
As Wang Yifeng admitted his defeat, the venue fell silent, leaving some people sitting dumbfounded in their seats, unsure of what to do.
Zhang Shunlong’s eyes nearly popped out, his agarwood folding fan broken in his grip, as he stared in disbelief at the scene before him.
The top contender of the Qianyuan Competition was defeated by two punches and knocked out easily?
"I knew it all along."
In the committee seats, Qian Wenhong breathed a sigh of relief, not noticing the change in Qian Mingjie’s expression behind him. He stood up to lead the applause.
The referee finally snapped to attention, flipping onto the stage to declare Ye Fei the champion.
For a moment, there was silence, but it was quickly followed by widespread applause.
"Master Ye!"
"Master Ye!"
Praise came in waves as if everyone had forgotten their previous words and flipped sides to support Ye Fei.
Below the stage, Wang Yifeng brushed aside those who came to heal him and dragged himself back onto the stage.
With a wry smile, Wang Yifeng clasped his hands together and bowed slightly.
"Master Ye, you truly deserve it. I’ve lost."
"I know."
Ye Fei said lightly, watching as Wang Yifeng stood up straight, took out a piece of Spirit Jade from his bosom, and, without saying anything, tossed it directly to Qian Mingjie.
"This..."
Qian Mingjie held the Spirit Jade in his hand as if it were a hot potato, unsure whether to keep it or throw it away.
"You... bastard!"
Qian Wenhong immediately realized what had happened and turned around to give Qian Mingjie a slap that knocked him to the ground, followed by two fierce kicks.
"You good-for-nothing, what have you done behind my back? Speak! Say something!"
As Qian Mingjie was kicked around on the floor, several teeth falling out, he mumbled his apology:
"I was wrong... sorry, I... was wrong..."
After a few more kicks, Qian Wenhong turned to Ye Fei, bowed deeply with clasped hands, and said apologetically:
"Mr. Ye, it’s my fault for not disciplining him properly. Just watch, I’ll break his legs!"
Saying this, Qian Wenhong looked ready to hit again, as if to satisfy Ye Fei.
"No need, I still have a score to settle."
A detached voice came through, and Qian Wenhong stopped abruptly, looking apologetically at Ye Fei.
Ye Fei stood on the stage with his hands behind his back.
His gaze swept over the audience and then fixed on Zhang Shunlong.
"You," Ye Fei pointed, "said you wanted to kill me. Now’s your chance."
Zhang Shunlong, who was being pointed at, was taken aback before laughing furiously.
"Hahaha, boy, do you truly wish to challenge me?"
Ye Fei didn’t respond, just looked at him impassively.
Bang!
Zhang Shunlong stood up, leaping onto the stage with a single bound.
"A man should stand by his word without regret. Today, I, Zhang Shunlong, am here, and I want to see how you intend to settle this."
As he spoke, Zhang Shunlong let out a loud shout and his presence exploded instantly!
Wang Yifeng stepped down from the stage, watching Zhang Shunlong with a serious expression.
Before he left home, the Sect Master had told him about a man named Zhang Shunlong from Shenyu Palace.
Ranked high in strength, he was a third-tier entrant.
Moreover, he was infinitely cunning; even Wang Yifeng would struggle against him.
Looking back at Ye Fei, Wang Yifeng’s expression grew more solemn.
This man, who had broken through on the spot, was undoubtedly at the first tier of the entrant level. How could he have the means to deal with Zhang Shunlong?
