"Go, Long San!"

"Kill that kid!"

"Finish him instantly! Kill him!"

Seeing Long San charge towards Lin Feng, his supporters shouted frantically, savagely wishing to see Long San kill Lin Feng instantly.

Hearing the noise, Lin Feng couldn't help but frown. His right hand was half-clenched into a fist, a Silver Needle held lightly between his slightly closed index and middle fingers.

After Long Shaotian left Fuli Hotel with Long Tianyi, Lin Feng had secretly picked up this Silver Needle that had proven its worth before.

"I don't have time to probe slowly…" Lin Feng sneered at the approaching Long San. He deftly avoided Long San's fist. In the instant their bodies crossed, another Silver Needle appeared in Lin Feng's hand. Before anyone could react, Long San's body suddenly stiffened; half of it was completely immobile!

Long San, who had been following Chen Qingyun, didn't know that Lin Feng had already gotten the better of Long Tianyi. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so careless, trying to capture Lin Feng while at his own peak.

Bear in mind, even in a head-on clash, Lin Feng could exchange nearly a hundred moves with Long Tianyi without being at a disadvantage—something Long San couldn't hope to do.

Moreover, Lin Feng had learned from his battle with Long Tianyi. When facing Long San, he immediately used the Silver Needle acupunture technique from the Supreme Medical Classics…

After Long San lunged, Lin Feng merely crossed paths with him once, and Long San was already hit.

"Lin Feng, you…" Long San never imagined Lin Feng would use a hidden weapon. While not explicitly forbidden, for someone of Lin Feng's caliber to use acupunture to immobilize an opponent in the very first exchange was something Long San had never witnessed!

We're both masters of the third level of Inner Strength, for crying out loud! Could you be any more shameless?

But Lin Feng gave Long San no chance to finish his sentence. He dashed forward, landing two heavy palm strikes in quick succession. With two BANGS, he viciously knocked Long San off the stage.

BANG! CRASH!

Long San's robust body flew a full five or six meters, heavily smashing a table laden with drinks to pieces.

Instant kill!

A true instant kill. From the moment Long San made his move to when Lin Feng knocked him off the stage, the entire process took less than two seconds.

"How is this possible?! Long San was taken out in one move?"

"Is this really Long San? Were we scammed? Where's the owner of the Tianxing Club? Get out here and explain!"

"So much for his reputation! This is all Long San amounts to? And he dares to call himself one of the Thirteen Generals of the Qingzi Sect? It's an insult to my eyes! Dammit, my hundred thousand yuan went to the dogs!"

The audience, who had been excitedly cheering for Long San moments before, looked as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped over them. Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. They doubted if this was the real Long San and suspected the Tianxing Club was rigging matches for profit.

Damn it, even if you're rigging matches, don't make it so blatant! A fight over in less than two seconds? Who do you think you're fooling?

Many in the audience began to roar their dissatisfaction.

Of course, they only dared to grumble. Very few people actually dared to cause trouble at the Tianxing Club.

Crucially, the audience also suspected in their hearts that this outrageously quick match was likely genuine and not manipulated at all.

"We won? Just like that?" The sudden joy brought an incredulous expression to Long Xiaoyun's face. She had thought Lin Feng would have to fight long and hard for even a glimmer of victory, never expecting him to handle Long San so effortlessly.

Long San was a renowned master, famous for a long time! One of the Thirteen Generals of the Qingzi Sect! That title was like a colossal mountain, pressing down on Long Xiaoyun so hard she barely dared to breathe. Yet now, Lin Feng had not only toppled this mountain but had done so in a mere two seconds?

Am I dreaming? Long Xiaoyun nervously clenched the armrests of her seat, terrified that if she woke from this wonderful dream, she would face an unbearable reality.

Yan Su, seated next to Long Xiaoyun, also looked grim. After witnessing Lin Feng's clean and decisive actions today, he finally understood: Lin Feng had gone easy on him in the parking lot. Lin Feng, oh Lin Feng, don't you realize? The more you held back against me, the more humiliated I feel knowing the truth now! Your effortless superiority just proves I'm nowhere near your match! While Yan Su marveled at Lin Feng's formidable strength, a seed of doubt about his own skills sprouted. Such a vast difference… will I ever be able to catch up to him?

Long Jiu, stunned by Lin Feng yet again, desperately hoped Lin Feng would forget all his earlier taunts. Damn, this guy is terrifying! He can go toe-to-toe with Long Tianyi and instantly take down Long San! And I actually thought I could provoke him? That was just asking for death!

In the audience, Wu Mei was the only one genuinely happy for Lin Feng. When she saw him achieve such a smooth victory, she almost screamed aloud.

"Lin Feng won! The 2.1 million from the bet plus the 3 million appearance fee—he earned 5.1 million today! Oh my God, if I had that much money, why would I still be doing such a dangerous job…" A dazed look flickered in Wu Mei's eyes; the convictions she had clung to for so long suddenly seemed to waver.

"Damn it, you fight dirty?!" Long San, who had crashed from the stage, struggled to get up. He painfully pulled the Silver Needle from his back, glaring fiercely at Lin Feng as he roared.

"What, not allowed?" Lin Feng sneered at Long San, retorting. "In private duels like these, the rules are extremely lax. Forget a tiny Silver Needle; even if I'd brought a dagger, no one would say I'd gone too far. Bringing a gun, however, might be harder to justify."

"Of course not…" Long San began to answer subconsciously, but then he saw Chen Qingyun staring at him with an extremely dark expression. He quickly turned to Chen Qingyun. "Boss, this kid used a dirty trick! Look, this is the hidden weapon he used…"

From several meters away, Chen Qingyun could barely make out the Silver Needle in Long San's hand. He was intensely dissatisfied with him. One tiny Silver Needle, and you lose this pathetically? Are you kidding me?

"Long San, what on earth happened? How could you lose so quickly?" If Chen Qingyun hadn't trusted Long San so implicitly, he too might have suspected that Long San was in cahoots with Lin Feng, deliberately putting on an act to deceive him.

"Boss…" Long San anxiously explained to Chen Qingyun, "This guy's hidden weapon is extremely powerful. I couldn't move half of my body just then…"

"Long San, that's enough," Chen Qingyun said, waving his hand dismissively, his patience clearly worn thin by Long San blaming the loss on a mere Silver Needle. "I'll give you a few days off. Go home and rest." The disappointment on his face was palpable.

Boss, you have to believe me! Long San wailed inwardly. Before leaving, he shot a fierce glare at Lin Feng, his face etched with bitter resentment. "Lin Feng, I'll remember this! Just you wait! I'll make you pay back everything I lost today!"

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