Chapter 829: Chapter 829: Bloodless Surgery
Zhu Wanjing stepped down from the arena, looking a bit dejected. Being defeated in the domain he excelled in left him feeling utterly devastated.
He was supposed to be the authentic practitioner of Hongquan.
However, no one cared about Zhu Wanjing’s feelings at this moment; all eyes were on Zhang Ci’en.
Zhang Ci’en had seven wins and two losses, sharing the ranking with the Vajra Sect’s Tie Xuan, Jingwu Sect’s Chen Ming, and Hao Sihai.
These four occupied half of the quarter-final spots. Li Feng would have to defeat one of them to enter the top eight.
"You shouldn’t have chosen me."
Zhang Ci’en walked onto the stage, squinting at Li Feng.
Li Feng gave a cool smile.
"I hold grudges, especially against those who dare to threaten me."
Zhang Ci’en smirked playfully.
"Since you insist on dying..."
"I’ll grant your wish."
After saying that, Zhang Ci’en turned and created some distance between them, then addressed the hosts Ling Xue and Ling Shuang: "Start the announcement."
"Ah, oh."
The two sisters felt that today’s match was being ruined by Li Feng, and they quickly announced the start of the competition.
Dong.
The sound of a gong was heard.
At the moment the gong sounded, Zhang Ci’en burst forward, a wave of air rising from beneath his feet, and he dashed toward Li Feng like an arrow off the string.
"Hiss."
"Zhang Ci’en must be hiding his strength."
Before the person could finish speaking, they heard the sonic boom of a fist, and Li Feng raised his hand to block it, forced to step back a few paces to deflect the power.
"Is that all?"
Zhang Ci’en paused, looking at Li Feng with a disdainful expression, then moved again, seemingly shrinking the ground with each step as he closed in.
His fists and kicks came at Li Feng like a torrential storm.
"I said that if I faced you on this stage, I wouldn’t mind eliminating you."
"I never joke."
"Hiss."
The surrounding people gasped in shock. Zhang Ci’en’s displayed strength was surprisingly daunting, pinning Li Feng down without any room to retaliate.
"Is Zhang Ci’en really this strong?"
Many began to doubt themselves, feeling like there were too many actors putting on a show.
"I remember that Zhang Ci’en had a record of seven wins and two losses, and in those two losses, he seemed to have voluntarily forfeited after a few exchanges."
"I recall one time he faced Xiao Xi, who was ranked first, and another time he faced Tie Xuan."
Xiao Xi, standing below the stage, looked somewhat unhappy. Indeed, Zhang Ci’en had been her defeated opponent, and she hadn’t thought much of his skills previously, just average.
But the explosive strength and reflexes Zhang Ci’en displayed on stage were completely different from before.
Could it be that he was just ’playing’ with her before?
Or did he go easy on her because she was a girl?
Thinking of this, Xiao Xi felt a bit upset.
Hua Wushuang also watched the clash on the stage with interest. Unexpectedly, Group A had hidden such a dark horse, and deeply hidden at that.
"Very strong!"
Tie Xuan looked seriously at the stage; Zhang Ci’en was indeed formidable.
"Li Feng seems to be in a bit of danger."
Before the words were finished.
Li Feng was sent flying out.
Cough, cough, cough.
Li Feng coughed up some blood. Zhang Ci’en looked at Li Feng as he retracted his fist.
"Admit defeat, any further and you’ll be badly injured."
"Fists and kicks have no eyes. Next time, I might not be able to hold back."
Li Feng gazed at Zhang Ci’en, who was putting on a very convincing act.
"Is this all you’ve got?"
"If so, this is where you end."
Li Feng let out a cold chuckle.
Zhang Ci’en laughed heartily: "Li Feng, even now you’re being stubborn, huh? Let me fulfill your wish then."
Just as Zhang Ci’en finished speaking, he tapped his foot and appeared in front of Li Feng, launching a punch that created a sonic boom, whose force swept over like a blade, creating a suffocating feeling.
In a moment of distraction, Li Feng dodged the punch with a quick sidestep.
Reaching out to grab Zhang Ci’en’s wrist.
Just when everyone thought it was fast.
Zhang Ci’en’s mouth suddenly curled upwards: "You fell for it."
Before the words even reached the ear, Zhang Ci’en retracted the punch, his body twisting into a bizarre posture, and a sweeping kick came in from the side.
Everyone watching from below the stage gasped at this scene. Zhang Ci’en’s physique was exceptionally tough, allowing him to retract his punch mid-flight and even change moves on the spot.
This Li Feng...
"Huh?"
Another breath was drawn in quickly.
He caught it.
Li Feng side-stepped and caught the sweeping kick with one hand. Everyone knew the power of a fist is strong, but not as strong as a leg. Moreover, Zhang Ci’en’s unexpected move was executed smoothly, making it nearly impossible to defend.
Zhang Ci’en was slightly surprised; he hadn’t anticipated that Li Feng could catch his whipping kick.
Li Feng looked up with a slight smile at Zhang Ci’en.
"I’ve experienced the Xu Family’s Body Refinement Realm before, but it seems you’ve yet to see my skills."
After saying this, Li Feng raised his hand to chop down on Zhang Ci’en’s leg.
This chop did not draw blood.
But it landed on an important tendon in Zhang Ci’en’s leg, sending a numbing electric current to his brain. Li Feng let go of Zhang Ci’en’s calf.
Zhang Ci’en’s leg landed, but although he could feel it, he couldn’t control it.
With a devilish grin, Li Feng approached Zhang Ci’en, who swung his fist at Li Feng, who easily dodged.
Although Li Feng had only struck one tendon, all the tendons in the body are interconnected. Furthermore, a leg acts as a pivot point for power transmission. Without this pivot, Zhang Ci’en’s punching power instantly halved.
Even at full strength, Zhang Ci’en couldn’t take down Li Feng, let alone with halved power.
Li Feng raised his hand again, striking Zhang Ci’en’s arm tendon with his hand chop, causing Zhang Ci’en to feel an electric jolt in his arm.
When Zhang Ci’en looked at Li Feng again, he felt completely different.
This couldn’t be happening.
Li Feng gave Zhang Ci’en no chance. Those who dared to threaten him were either praying to God or descending into hell.
Li Feng pressed in closely, his hand chops brushing over the joint areas of Zhang Ci’en’s body.
Not a single external injury, and not a drop of blood was seen.
But Zhang Ci’en was already crippled.
Li Feng’s hand chops carried Dark Strength, targeting the vulnerable points of the body’s major tendons. Tendons are hidden under bones, usually difficult to strike, but not for Li Feng.
His understanding of the human body was so precise that he could find the spots with his eyes closed.
Moreover, this bloodless, surgical-style attack was Li Feng’s unique skill, such that even medical imaging wouldn’t be helpful.
Because Li Feng injured the opponent’s tendons, while the tendons didn’t snap, they were like wear-and-tear injuries. The opponent could still use chopsticks and walk, but hands couldn’t lift for long, and feet couldn’t stand long.
Furthermore, this kind of damage was nearly irreversible.
Finally, Li Feng ended this surgical move with a Mountain Lean, sending Zhang Ci’en tumbling out of the ring.
"Thank you for letting me win."
Li Feng politely addressed Zhang Ci’en, who had fallen beneath the stage.
Zhang Ci’en looked gloomy. He had actually lost to Li Feng. He got up, trying to stand, but before he could stand, he collapsed back on the ground.