Finally, Long Xia fell to the ground, sitting and gasping for air.

He cast his eyes downward, biting his lip in complete acceptance.

"No more fighting, your Martial Arts is ten times better than mine, I admit defeat."

Yang Fei stood in front of Long Xia, smiling but not quite smiling.

"Actually, with your foundation, if you train with me for another year, your combat power could at least double."

Long Xia jumped up, looking at Yang Fei in surprise. "Really? You're willing to teach me?"

Yang Fei laughed heartily and patted his shoulder.

"We're just exchanging knowledge, there's nothing about willingness or unwillingness."

Long Xia was overjoyed.

He had practiced martial arts from a young age and was devoted to Martial Studies, having learned all the skills of Old Man Gong.

He had been worrying about making no progress in the future, but at this moment, he met the powerful Yang Fei.

In Long Xia's view, Yang Fei's Martial Arts could be described as "unfathomably deep."

It was not surprising to him that he lost to Yang Fei.

"But, I have only one master in my life, and I cannot acknowledge you as my master, I'm really... sorry."

Saying this, Long Xia looked a bit embarrassed.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, "No need to take me as your master. Whatever you want to learn, I'll teach you."

"Since we're brought together by fate, there's no need to fuss about these formalities."

"That's great..."

Long Xia was extremely delighted.

He was a very generous man and, being an orphan, had suffered much bullying since childhood.

Suddenly meeting someone as warm and kind as Yang Fei, Long Xia couldn't help but tear up.

"Big Brother Yang, from now on, my life is in your hands, thank you."

Yang Fei laughed heartily, "Fool, the way of a Martial Artist lies in staying true to one's heart."

"Your life is your own, don't be so casual about giving it away."

Upon hearing that, Long Xia felt even more embarrassed.

He turned around and waved at his fellow disciples behind him.

"Big Brother Yang's Martial Arts are unfathomably deep, I can't beat him. It's up to you guys now."

Long Xia's Kung Fu was the most profound among his fellow disciples.

However, one could not be compelled against one's will. He acknowledged Yang Fei, but couldn't control what others thought.

The other security guards looked at each other, all somewhat uncertain.

During the earlier match, Long Xia was all attacks, while Yang Fei was all about dodging.

Everyone thought Eldest Senior Brother was certain to win, but to their surprise, the outcome turned out to be the exact opposite. They couldn't understand it.

Finally, a girl named Axiu stepped forward.

She spoke calmly, "Boss Yang, we have no right to interfere with Eldest Senior Brother's decision, I challenge you."

Yang Fei sized up the girl named Axiu.

She was only eighteen or nineteen, and slender.

Long-term training had given her a stature taller than most girls.

She moved gracefully, her eyes showing a strong spirit.

When she moved, her upper body was steady, not swaying at all.

It was clear that Axiu's leg skills were very good.

Especially this martial spirit.

Nonchalant and self-assured, yet not arrogant, it was indeed rare.

Yang Fei smiled and walked to the center of the training hall, coming to a standstill.

"It seems you won't be satisfied unless you beat me up."

"Here's the deal, I'll just stand here, everyone come at once."

"Within three minutes, whoever touches my body will be considered the winner."

As he spoke, he assumed a Tai Chi pose, uttering softly.

"If I move from my spot, consider it your victory," Yang Fei had just declared, causing everyone at the scene, including Mad Blade and Long Xia, to stare in astonishment.

Everyone seemed collectively afflicted with a toothache, drawing in breaths through clenched teeth.

This guy was clearly intent on not resting until he had shocked everyone!

If they couldn't defeat Yang Fei under these conditions, all the decades of hard work by these martial artists would go to the dogs.

Although everyone knew that Yang Fei was a master,

his statement was excessively arrogant and conceited.

Suddenly, Yang Fei ignited the rage of thirteen young martial artists.

A flash of anger also appeared in Axiu's eyes.

She said coldly, "Boss Yang, are those your words?"

Yang Fei chuckled, "Bring it on, Mad Blade, time it."

Mad Blade shook his head at Yang Fei, sighing deeply.

"You're just asking for trouble, but don't embarrass me when the time comes."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and pulled up a clock app.

Mad Blade's eyes fixed on the stopwatch, he declared solemnly, "Five, four, three,..."

Not just Axiu, but all other disciples also resolved privately.

They were determined to beat Boss Yang so badly he would be spat out teeth, even if it meant accepting punishment or being expelled afterward.

This jerk was simply too outrageous.

Everyone listened to Mad Blade's countdown, all poised to strike, rallying the Essence Qi within their bodies.

They were like a pack of hungry wolves eyeing their prey, ready to pounce at any moment.

The atmosphere became incredibly tense.

"Begin!"

With a bellow from Mad Blade, thirteen young martial artists rushed at Yang Fei all at once.

Some flew in with kicks, others with punches, some aimed low, some targeted the head, and in an instant, it was complete chaos.

Yang Fei stood nonchalantly at his spot, indeed not moving an inch.

All the fists and kicks aimed at him were not only neutralized but also redirected back at the attackers.

His hands performed wondrous moves, shielding him impeccably.

Mad Blade took one look and cursed under his breath, eyes wide.

"Damn it, got played by him again. This kid really is no good."

Long Xia, watching his fellow disciples surrounding and assaulting Yang Fei, felt an ominous sensation.

Now hearing Mad Blade speak, he hastily asked, "Coach, why do you say that?"

Mad Blade pointed to the chaotic fray and said, "See that? Your fellow disciples have no clue how to coordinate and fight together."

"They are all just hitting wildly, and the number who have gone up against Boss Yang by themselves has never exceeded three."

"Heh, three Mingjin greenhorns trying to take down this old wolf? Impossible!"

Long Xia glanced at the circle, indeed seeing a dozen martial artists clustered around Yang Fei, performing their best moves.

However, most of their punches were blocked by their mates, unable to hit their target.

Yang Fei stood among the crowd, blocking effortlessly, as relaxed as could be.

His moves, somewhat resembling Tai Chi, used the opponents' force against them, full of profound mysteries.

The punches he blocked often bizarrely veered off, striking his attackers' own allies instead.

From the beginning till now, he had only used one hand.

His other hand had even been digging around in his pocket.

When he pulled it out again, there was a cigarette held between two fingers.

Damn, in such an intense and perilous melee, he even had time to smoke?

Long Xia's eyeballs nearly bulged out of their sockets.

As expected, Yang Fei placed the cigarette in his mouth.

Following several deflections, a few martial artists in front of him retreated, yelping in surprise.

The guy quickly pulled out a lighter and, unbelievably, lit the cigarette.

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