The movements of the Shape-will Fist are simple and unpretentious, its techniques mostly straightforward, stretching and retracting in a distinct rhythm, plain and unadorned, rich in natural beauty.

It lacks an abundance of strange and deceptive maneuvers. The reason Shape-will Fist—alongside Shaolin Fist, Bajiquan, and Tai Chi Fist—is ranked among China's four great boxing styles is its speed and the incredibly tight continuity of its techniques!

Generally, a Shape-will Fist practitioner who seizes the initiative would leave their opponent with no choice but to dodge. But on the small fighting ring, where was Lin Feng to find enough space to dodge?

This was the source of Zheng Shuizhou's confidence. He was sure he could batter Lin Feng, leaving him no chance to retaliate. Even if the rules allowed Lin Feng to use hidden weapons, Zheng Shuizhou was convinced he wouldn't give Lin Feng the opportunity to deploy them!

WHOOSH!

Thinking this, Zheng Shuizhou launched a punch with the force of a gale, but it met only empty air...

By the time he tried to follow up with another punch, Lin Feng had vanished before his eyes. Zheng Shuizhou looked down, stunned, to find Lin Feng had somehow stumbled and was now sitting on the ground, looking utterly mortified...

"The ground is a bit slippery; I accidentally slipped…" Lin Feng said with an embarrassed smile.

The crowd erupted in an uproar, everyone exchanging bewildered glances. When Lin Feng "accidentally fell," everyone had seen it clearly. The question on almost everyone's mind was: Had Lin Feng truly become so weak?

Those who had bet on Zheng Shuizhou to win were almost instantly ecstatic, letting out excited shrieks and yelling at the top of their lungs,

"Zheng Shuizhou, kill him, kill him!"

"While he's down, take his life!"

"Step on him!"

Meanwhile, Wu Mei and Li Liping, who were concerned for Lin Feng, felt their hearts clench instantly. They remained silent, carefully watching Lin Feng and Zheng Shuizhou's movements...

Only Zhou Yang, Xue Qingyi, and a few others who understood that Lin Feng had intentionally "fallen" continued to watch the match with smiles on their faces.

"This guy... if he wants to dodge a combo, he can just dodge. Why does he have to make it look so clumsy?!" Xue Qingyi murmured with a smile, her expression serene as she watched Lin Feng, eagerly anticipating how he would win this match.

"You!" Zheng Shuizhou realized that Lin Feng's "fall," intentional or not, had broken his most focused and spirited combination attack. This was definitely not an accidental "fall." His expression instantly darkened!

However, without the slightest pause, Zheng Shuizhou took advantage of Lin Feng still sitting on the ground and launched a heavy side kick at Lin Feng's left shoulder!

"Not a bad reaction!" Lin Feng chuckled, lightly slapped the ground, and launched himself diagonally into the air. He flipped in mid-air and landed on the other side of the ring.

"Don't you even have the guts to face me head-on?" Zheng Shuizhou, slightly shocked by Lin Feng's speed, grinned provocatively as he charged at Lin Feng again, his massive fist swinging out in a Cannon Fist!

"Of course not…" Lin Feng advanced instead of retreating, cheerfully meeting Zheng Shuizhou. His right hand shot out in a Great Capture move, swiftly grabbing Zheng Shuizhou's wrist. Then he added, "I just don't want to waste energy!"

Zheng Shuizhou's face stiffened. Seeing Lin Feng's right hand clamp down on his right wrist, he was shocked. He immediately tried to pull his captured fist back but found he couldn't move it, no matter how hard he pulled. Lin Feng's five fingers gripping his wrist were indeed as terrifyingly strong as iron clamps.

Just as Zheng Shuizhou gathered strength for a second attempt, Lin Feng suddenly loosened his grip with a mischievous smile. Zheng Shuizhou was instantly thrown backward. Lin Feng then stuck out his foot and lightly tripped Zheng Shuizhou's heel. Zheng Shuizhou stumbled sideways and, just like that, tumbled right off the ring...

THUD!

After falling off the ring, Zheng Shuizhou remained stunned for a long moment. His body wasn't injured, but he couldn't comprehend what had just happened or why he had lost so quickly...

If Zheng Shuizhou, who had been on the stage, was this bewildered, one can only imagine the state of the audience below. Nearly every spectator was stunned, except for a few experts who, having discerned the subtle maneuver Lin Feng used to send Zheng Shuizhou off the ring, drew a sharp, cold breath.

"Lin Feng won just like that? Is Zheng Shuizhou really that weak?"

"Looks like he used too much force, lost his footing, and fell, right?"

"Damn it to hell! I spent a hundred thousand betting on him to win! I've even taken off my pants, and this is what I get to see?"

"Trash Zheng Shuizhou! Useless Sky Wolf Gang! Bunch of losers!" another gambler who had lost money roared, his eyes bloodshot, as he furiously tore up his betting slip and scattered the pieces onto the deck.

"He intentionally won against Zheng Shuizhou this way... Lin Feng is indeed very mischievous!" Xue Qingyi watched Lin Feng with a smile, It seems Lin Feng doesn't want to reveal his true strength and wants to maintain his betting odds. That guy has probably been secretly betting on himself to win!

"Such a boring match. As a man, couldn't he just have a proper, passionate fight with Zheng Shuizhou?! Why did he have to make it so anticlimactic…" Zhou Yang pursed his lips, clearly dissatisfied. However, his eyes were curious as he looked at Lin Feng, This kid's dark and devious nature is really quite similar to that of the White Wolf Boss!

"As long as you can win, why choose the most energy-consuming way?" Xue Qingyi said, shaking her head with a smile. She had interacted with Lin Feng the most and had learned many of his methods. Lin Feng could even be considered her semi-Martial Arts tutor, so her combat philosophy was naturally influenced by him. Moreover, as a woman, Xue Qingyi often took insidious tactics to their absolute limit. Her proudest weapon was the Linglong Poison Needle, something even Lin Feng found somewhat difficult to accept. Therefore, it was understandable that she approved of Lin Feng's actions.

"Sigh, this world is too dark... There are too few honest people like me!" Zhou Yang knew his weakness: he just wasn't devious and ruthless enough. This single trait made him unsuitable as a team leader; he could only be a straightforward fighter, repaying kindness and vengeance as they came...

Xue Qingyi shook her head noncommittally and said in a low voice, "When your every decision is linked to the lives of your subordinates, your philosophy will naturally become utilitarian, dark, and even ruthless. The environment shapes people…"

Zhou Yang knew Xue Qingyi was again hinting that this Lin Feng was the Wolf King, and a bitter smile involuntarily touched his lips…

"I now announce… the winner is Lin Feng!" He Xiaohong paused for a full half-minute before recovering from his astonishment. With a wry smile, he went on stage and announced the result. It's such a shame, he thought, the first match of the voyage ended so unceremoniously. It wasn't thrilling enough, not brutal enough. This will probably affect the gamblers' enthusiasm for betting and impact the revenue!

Lin Feng, however, had no awareness of promoting the betting. Hearing He Xiaohong announce the result, he leaped lightly off the ring and walked towards the nearby changing room.

"Lin Feng, don't you dare have a proper, invigorating match with me? Must you resort to these petty tricks that people despise?" Zheng Shuizhou, who had been knocked off the ring but was uninjured, blocked the entrance to the changing room. He stared at Lin Feng, his voice cold as he demanded.

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