Chapter 1 No Match

No one in the audience opposed Qin Shuyu's words; in fact, they found them quite reasonable.

After all, Zhou Yuhu was the third-place winner of the school-wide fighting competition. Even some of the teachers who taught fighting arts praised him endlessly, saying that Zhou Yuhu would make a name for himself in the city's fighting competition in the future. So, teaching Shi Feng, who was physically weak, a lesson was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

"He's acting tough now. I bet Shi Feng will be on his knees begging for mercy in a moment."

"That goes without saying. Do you even know who Zhou Yuhu is? I bet Shi Feng will be lying on the ground in less than ten seconds."

The male students in the class whispered about Shi Feng's fate, laughing among themselves.

"What's wrong with all of you? Why are you treating your classmate like this?" Zhao Ruoxi looked at the students in the class and questioned them with an angry expression.

The students in the class immediately fell silent, but they looked at Zhao Ruoxi with disdain.

A flamboyant girl curled her lips and whispered, "Tch, just because she has a pretty face. If it weren't for Long-ge, who would listen to you?"

The other girls nodded in agreement, not taking the class monitor seriously at all.

Although the girl spoke quietly, everyone present heard her clearly. Lin Feilong, who was standing nearby, felt refreshed and enjoyed it immensely.

Zhao Ruoxi turned her head away in anger, no longer looking at these people.

Lin Feilong walked over and said with a gentle and refined manner, "Ruoxi, I know that as the class monitor, you have to take care of things. However, Shi Feng brought this upon himself, so no one can be blamed. Moreover, with Shi Feng's small stature, no one believes he can win. You're practically throwing money down the drain. I'll talk to Hu-ge later and tell him not to take your money; let Shi Feng pay it all back."

"I'm helping Shi Feng because I'm the class monitor, but I never thought about getting the money back," Zhao Ruoxi glanced at Lin Feilong and said coldly. "Instead of helping Shi Feng, you took the recommendation spot that should have been his. Aren't you afraid of being criticized for standing here and talking coldly?"

"Besides, what kind of sparring is this? One is the third-place winner in the entire school, and the other is a student who doesn't even know any fighting techniques. How can you even say that?"

Zhao Ruoxi's words were insightful, and every word stung Lin Feilong. Combined with Zhao Ruoxi's elegant and refined appearance, there was an indescribable power that struck Lin Feilong's heart, making his face turn pale with anger, and he was speechless.

As Zhao Ruoxi said, each class had a certain number of recommendation spots, which only the top twenty students in the class could get. However, he managed to obtain the qualification to participate in the city's fighting competition, and if others knew that he, Lin Feilong, didn't even have a recommendation spot, he would be completely disgraced.

The school had considered this issue of face before, so it stipulated that the top five students, even if they didn't do well in their studies, could still get a recommendation spot. However, he was only ninth, so naturally, he couldn't get one. That's why he suggested this matter to the school. The school saw that Lin Feilong was ranked thirtieth, not too far from the top twenty, so it agreed to Lin Feilong's request, but only if someone was willing to give up their spot. As for how to get others to give up their spot, that was up to Lin Feilong himself.

He originally thought that he could easily pressure a weak Shi Feng with the righteousness of the whole class and his own strength, and then give him a little benefit, and the matter would be over. However, Shi Feng's actions were completely different from what he had expected, as if he didn't take him seriously at all and didn't care about his threats. Now, he was even being ridiculed by Zhao Ruoxi, and the anger in his heart could not be extinguished even by the five lakes and four seas.

"That's right, this isn't an equal fighting match, but can Shi Feng's weakness be blamed on others? Who agreed to the match? You can't blame me for that."

Lin Feilong glared at Zhao Ruoxi with bloodshot eyes. If Zhao Ruoxi wasn't so beautiful and attractive, he would have slapped her long ago. However, he restrained himself, knowing that using force was definitely unwise, and Zhao Ruoxi's family background was not simple. If something went wrong, he would be finished. Moreover, the thought of being able to play with Zhao Ruoxi in the future calmed his anger a little.

"You little brat made me suffer like this, just wait and see," Lin Feilong stared at Shi Feng on the stage and secretly vowed.

Shi Feng on the stage felt Lin Feilong's hostility and smiled disdainfully.

However, he admitted one of Lin Feilong's words.

This was not an equal fight.

In his previous life, although his physical fitness was not as good as those top-notch fighters, he could still beat those top-notch fighters to the ground. He relied on the life-and-death battles in God's Domain (Shenyu). What does it mean to be a hero who has fought a hundred battles? If you can survive in a hundred battlefields, it's hard not to become a hero.

Like many martial arts masters, they usually train on the edge of a cliff, using this feeling of being on the verge of death to train themselves and improve themselves. However, this method is too dangerous, and ordinary people should never do it, as it is easy to become possessed and die.

Having gone through so many extremely realistic life-and-death battles in God's Domain, the improvement in combat experience and skills can be said to be rapid. It was many levels above the national fighting competition.

Ten years later, any well-known close combat player could easily defeat the current fighting champion in Jin Hai City, not to mention that he was the Guild Leader of Youying.

In his eyes, the school's fighting competition was just child's play, not to mention that his physical fitness was now better than it would be ten years later. Even dealing with five or six Lin Feilongs would be a piece of cake.

"You brat, you're really in the mood, you're still looking around. See how I take care of you!" Zhou Yuhu said as he rushed towards Shi Feng, slapping Shi Feng's face, wanting to embarrass Shi Feng first.

Such an action was naturally seen by Shi Feng, who didn't even move. Facing someone stronger than him, he simply threw a punch at Zhou Yuhu's face, ignoring Zhou Yuhu's slap.

Zhou Yuhu didn't expect Shi Feng's fist to be so accurate, aiming directly at his face. He instinctively raised his hands to block the punch.

Seeing Zhou Yuhu's actions, Shi Feng's mouth curved into a smile. He quickly delivered a chop to Zhou Yuhu's neck, moving as fast as lightning. Zhou Yuhu didn't have time to react and was struck on the neck, the chop cutting through the carotid artery as precisely as a scalpel.

Instantly, Zhou Yuhu felt his vision blur, a feeling of not being able to breathe, and a weakness all over his body.

Shi Feng didn't give Zhou Yuhu a chance to catch his breath, and punched him in the side of his abdomen. Zhou Yuhu wanted to block, but his body wouldn't listen. He felt as if his intestines and stomach were being twisted by knives, and a mouthful of yellow liquid gushed out of his mouth, his vision becoming blurred. He couldn't even scream.

Zhou Yuhu instinctively wanted to fall, but Shi Feng didn't give him a chance. He punched Zhou Yuhu in the side of his abdomen again and again, followed by a few punches to the ribs. After a series of ordinary straight punches, Zhou Yuhu vomited all the stomach acid, collapsing on the ground like a dead dog.

The entire arena fell silent, becoming deathly still.

Everything happened too fast, so fast that everyone couldn't react.

At this moment, the fighting teacher who was acting as the notary realized what had happened and immediately announced the end of the match, declaring Shi Feng the victor. At the same time, he rushed to Zhou Yuhu's side to see if he was alright.

He really didn't expect that Zhou Yuhu, who had just won third place in the school, wouldn't even be able to withstand one move from this thin youth.

It wasn't that Zhou Yuhu was too weak, but that the thin youth who turned and left was too strong. He had watched a few of Zhou Yuhu's matches and knew that he was definitely strong, at least difficult for him to deal with.

After examining the injuries, the fighting teacher was stunned. The technique was simply terrifying, with each move perfectly executed. Only two or three ribs were broken, and Zhou Yuhu wasn't seriously injured. However, Zhou Yuhu's chest would be in pain for more than a month before he could recover.