Wang Jinkun spoke with a devilish smile at the corner of his mouth, as his body emitted a cracking sound from his bones while he slightly leaned forward.

The next moment.

Wang Jinkun left a residual image in place, instantly catapulting himself in front of Li Feng, his fist creating frictional flames, the sonic boom delayed by 0.01 seconds, only heard when his fist was about to hit Li Feng's face.

Li Feng raised his hand to grab Wang Jinkun's fist, but he couldn't completely neutralize the force of that punch; his body was directly blown away by two meters before landing on his feet.

"How does my punch taste?"

Wang Jinkun's lips curled arrogantly as he looked at Li Feng, not pursuing the advantage further. To him, Li Feng was merely a mouse to toy with.

Li Feng shook his hand and looked up at Wang Jinkun.

The explosive power and punching power exceeded expectations.

Given the opponent's physical strength, such a level of attack was impossible, as for this Hunyuan Xingyi Sect, it was purely a hyped-up figment.

If Master Ma really had such prowess, the Xingyi Sect wouldn't hold them in contempt.

What was certain was that two days prior, Wang Jinkun did not have this power; the changes over these two days had been significant.

"So-so."

Li Feng dismissed his earlier thoughts, no longer seeing Wang Jinkun as an easy prey, realizing he now needed to take this seriously.

Originally, he intended to keep a low profile.

"So-so?"

Wang Jinkun's lips curled as he chuckled, suddenly leaving a shadow in place, and instantly appearing in front of Li Feng.

"Then taste another punch from me."

Li Feng had been caught off guard before, but now his spiritual power overflowed from the Divine Acupoint, his body within one zhang forming his domain.

Not to mention after being injured earlier, he had already recovered after taking the Dragon Blood Pill, even stronger now, his vital energy surged, and power emerged naturally.

Li Feng raised his hand to directly catch Wang Jinkun's fist.

The fist power blew through his palm like a seven or eight gale-force wind at least, yet Li Feng felt nothing.

"I told you, your punch is just so-so."

Wang Jinkun's expression slightly changed; he knew his current fist power was strong. In his training room, he easily broke sandbags with a punch, kicked a sparring partner weighing over three hundred pounds with protective gear across ten meters, pinned to the wall, vomiting blood by the liters, and sent directly to the hospital.

Those steel pipes as thick as fists, he could bend with a punch.

This power was something he had never experienced before.

With other aspects, muscle explosiveness, reflexes, body's resistance to impact, almost comprehensively enhanced.

He might not compare to a Superman, but he was definitely extraordinary.

Yet his punch was casually caught by Li Feng; how could this be possible.

Not to mention the opponent previously injured in a fight against Liu Zaiye, he had confirmed the opponent's pale, weakened appearance.

Two days wasn't enough for recovery.

Was he feigning?

Could it be?

Wang Jinkun's thoughts raced, but just for that instant.

Li Feng gripped Wang Jinkun's fist and directly counterattacked, the War God Power in his body surging like a flood, waves of killing intent like blades threatening Wang Jinkun's spirit.

Wang Jinkun felt the terror from Li Feng.

But there was no time to react; Li Feng's punch had already landed, in close-quarter combat, Li Feng was a master.

In an instant, Li Feng unleashed a series of combat moves directly on Wang Jinkun.

Crack, crack.

The sound of bones breaking resounded, with Li Feng targeting vulnerable spots like shoulders and soft ribs.

After the set was done, Wang Jinkun's arms were nearly disabled, ribs broken in several places, and his organs severely damaged by Li Feng's Dark Strength.

Poof.

Wang Jinkun spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to stand, and collapsed backward.

"I won."

Huang Shuyao watched the fallen Wang Jinkun, although not being particularly close to Li Feng, she preferred him winning over Wang Jinkun.

"That earlier fight with Liu Zaiye seemed to have injured him, but now it appears he might have feigned weakness, playing the pig to eat the tiger."

Li Bielang squinted and said.

Hua Wushuang shook his head: "Probably not, he did lose blood in the fight with Liu Zaiye, but surely he has Elixir Pills for recovery, he is after all the descendant of the Medical Saint."

"Hmm, medics are troublesome, they can replenish blood."

"But Wang Jinkun really was unexpected, almost made me think he'd sneak into the top eight."

"Yeah, Wang Jinkun was certainly strange today, unusually strong, like he'd taken adrenaline."

In another part of the audience, some were focused on the arena as well.

"Heh, truly surprising that Li Feng recovered so quickly, and he could crush Wang Jinkun who was possessed by the Ghost Spider, definitely should not underestimate this guy."

A Lin Family girl squinted, clicking her tongue.

A nearby youth looked indifferent.

"Wang Jinkun has been possessed for just two days, he can only use a third of the Ghost Spider's power, but the abilities of the Ghost Spider are much more than that."

"Gu King Pill, called the Forbidden Pill, has a terrifying reputation in the Ancient Martial World for a reason."

As the youth finished, an anomaly arose in the arena.

The audience expecting the second match to end in a minute cursed, feeling cheated by the expensive ticket price.

No spectacle at all.

"What's happening?"

As some stood to leave, one suddenly exclaimed, eyes wide at the arena.

"Dude, why are you freaking out, losing money doesn't justify this madness!"

"Shut up and look, it's a resurrection!"

The spectator staring at the arena swallowed his saliva.

Oh.

Beside him, others turned their gaze to the arena.

"Is it really a resurrection?"

Many eyes turned to the arena, even the referee was dumbfounded, because Wang Jinkun, who had been lying on the ground with dislocated arms and severe injuries from Li Feng, was now standing up in an inhuman posture.

Like a zombie revived.

The originally broken arms bizarrely reconnecting, emitting a series of bone sounds, while Li Feng could reset bones, self-recovery still required external aid, like pushing against the ground.

But Wang Jinkun didn't rely on external support, his bones relocated themselves; a truly strange sight.

The ribs also healed under the undulating muscles, in just a short time, the half-dead earlier Wang Jinkun was restored to normal.

Wang Jinkun twisted his neck, and ripped off his shirt to reveal his chiseled muscles.

"Hey, Li Feng, your punch exhilarated me, making me even more eager to trample you underfoot."

Wang Jinkun's devilish expression held a trace of ferocity.

"Let's continue."

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