Glancing at Wang Dadan, who was sitting on the ground with blood trickling from his mouth, Zhou Lao San thought to himself how lucky he was.

He was really too fortunate. Both of them had taken two punches, but the other guy was spitting blood from injuries while he was perfectly fine. That's what you call luck.

However, he quickly noticed that his companions were all looking at him with sympathetic eyes.

Zhou Lao San was a bit confused. What's going on?

The next moment, his eyes widened suddenly as if he had realized something.

He quickly turned around and kept bowing to Xiao Feng, apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't dodge on purpose. It's just a normal physical reaction, I can't control it."

Indeed, this explanation made perfect sense.

It's like when you see a fist coming towards your eyes, even if you've agreed it won't really hit, you still can't help but flinch.

But Zhou Lao San knew very well that making sense didn't mean the other party would accept it. If he really got mad at him because of this, there'd be nothing he could do.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Feng wasn't angry at all. Instead, he gave a thumbs-up and said, "Well done. Keep dodging, dodge all you want, and even counterattack if you can, but don't move your feet."

In Xiao Feng's view, to catch up with Hua Ling in a short time, one must push themselves harder. It's pointless to always hit a stationary 'sitting duck'; by increasing the difficulty and hitting a 'moving target', you can really train.

Moreover, the fact that his last two punches didn't have the desired effect proved that random hitting was useless; precision was necessary.

Xiao Feng calculated that if he switched to this new combat style, under the same physical conditions, he could at least double the duration of sustainable combat. If mastered, its power could also increase significantly.

Of course, this is like adapting a phone to a new system, there will always be this and that kind of bug, needing time and effort to smooth out until the problems are solved.

At this moment, Zhou Lao San was still in a dazed state, unsure whether the guy in front of him was joking or speaking the truth.

But there was no time to think, as the other guy's fist was already coming.

Zhou Lao San gritted his teeth, twisted his torso, and crossed his hands, flailing them wildly in front of him, doing his utmost to stop Xiao Feng from hitting him.

"Why doesn't Brother Xiao Feng let him run around?" The little girl was puzzled, thinking this seemed not much different from a still target.

Lin Zhiyan explained, "Because running around doesn't do much good, their strengths are not on the same level. Even if he runs, Xiao Feng could catch up in a few steps.

Moreover, Xiao Feng is obviously exploring a new combat method, and many parts are unfamiliar, requiring time for testing and gradual honing."

"Sounds pretty impressive." The little girl looked at Xiao Feng, suddenly adding a few more degrees of admiration in her gaze.

Just then, a piercing scream pierced the air.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Zhou Lao San, like a spring, was directly hit and flew into the wall, with a "thump" sound upon impact.

Xiao Feng frowned, noting that he had been careful to control his strength, but alas, the opponent was just too weak, practically a one-time test subject, needing a long time to recover after each use.

"Bang!"

The familiar bamboo ladder appeared at the top of the wall, and the slightly goofy-looking guy stuck his head out, seeing the scene in the yard, he laughed, "Oh, so you're a bunch of jugglers, huh?

There used to be a group of jugglers living next door too. Are you planning to perform at this month's temple fair?"

"Ah, right. We'll give you two tickets then." Zhao Guo'an chimed in.

"Oh, that's too kind." The guy on the wall cheerfully held the wall with both hands, saying, "You guys keep practicing, I'll just watch, no objections?"

Xiao Feng glanced up, about to say yes, when he saw the guy suddenly look terrified at something, screamed, and directly fell off the ladder.

"Boom! Ah!"

The dull sound of landing, along with the guy's painful cries from falling, came from next door.

Xiao Feng turned to look where the guy had been looking, and suddenly a realization appeared in his eyes.

There lay a bloody broken arm, quietly on the ground; any ordinary person seeing it would likely be horrified!

"Serves him right!" Lin Jiaxuan said coldly.

She distinctly remembered his annoying face when he asked, "What's Xiao Xuan Zha?"

But since the main responsibility for this incident lay with Xiao Feng, she couldn't make a fuss with a bystander.

However, not making a fuss didn't mean not holding a grudge. Seeing him fall off the ladder, Lin Jiaxuan felt quite delighted inside.

Xiao Feng looked at the empty walltop with a hint of pity in his eyes, guessing that guy would be less curious from now on.

It's like walking by the riverside often and eventually getting your shoes wet once or twice; sometimes, being overly curious isn't such a good thing.

...

Half an hour later, over a dozen people were injured to varying degrees, lying on the ground.

Just as Xiao Feng was pondering whether to have Sun Shijie and Zhao Guo'an treat a couple of the lighter injuries so he could continue practicing his moves.

The next wave of people appeared quite timely.

At the front was a middle-aged man wearing a black coat and a fedora hat.

He had a well-proportioned build, not greasy-looking, with coarse features; and with a cigarette in his mouth, he had a bit of a Xu Wenqiang vibe at first glance.

"Quickly line up against the wall, and you might suffer less," Xiao Feng commanded with a tone of authority before they could speak.

The middle-aged man paused, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, and laughed, "You are Xiao Feng, right?"

Xiao Feng shook his head, having originally been in a decent mood, not intending to hurt these people much. After all, they were just handy practice dummies coming to him.

But now it seemed, to make them behave, he must show them some pain.

Thinking this, Xiao Feng looked at Lin Jiaxuan, "Xiao Xuan Zha, I know you're in a bad mood. Take it out on them, just pretend they're me and give them a good beating."

Lin Jiaxuan propped her scythe up beside her, expressionless, "Are you sure you want me to treat them as if they're you?"

Her cold tone, combined with her expression, implied: if you want me to consider them as you, they'll all end up as corpses.

"Who the hell are you insulting, I don't hit women and kids," the guy next to the middle-aged man barked.

This routine was all too familiar, and Xiao Feng clearly didn't have the patience to play games with these folks.

If that's the way it is, then he might as well raise the difficulty another level!

With the decision made, Xiao Feng rushed forward, throwing two punches at the foul-mouthed underling.

"Bang! Bang!"

After two not-so-loud thuds, the unmoved underling laughed, "You trying to mess with me?"

Xiao Feng felt somewhat awkward, realizing he still wasn't skilled enough.

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