Lin Feng glanced around. The changing room was quite secluded, and no one was paying attention to his location. He then sneered at Zheng Shuizhou, "So the defeated challenger dares to block my path? Who gave you the courage to be so bold?"

The phrase "defeated challenger" made Zheng Shuizhou's face turn red. He glared at Lin Feng, gasping for breath as he said, "I'm not convinced! Although I lost the ring match, it was because of the rules. I absolutely don't believe you can beat me with your fists!"

Poor kid! He must be so enraged he's lost his mind! Lin Feng was inwardly speechless. Any sane person would realize that if I can effortlessly defeat you using the rules, it proves I'm stronger... He still thinks the rules restricted his abilities. If there were truly no restrictions, could he even last a second against me?

"What do you want?" Seeing how narrow-minded and dim-witted Zheng Shuizhou was, Lin Feng had already lost interest in him. He leaned against the wall and asked lazily.

"I want to fight you again!" Zheng Shuizhou stared at Lin Feng with bloodshot eyes and said fiercely. Fortunately, he managed to control his temper and didn't charge directly at Lin Feng.

"There's nothing to gain. I'm not going to fight you. So what if I win? It's just a waste of energy..." Lin Feng shook his head, looking at Zheng Shuizhou with pity. "Just go!"

"If you're so confident you can beat me, then let's have a fight with a wager! Right here!" Zheng Shuizhou suddenly pulled a China Construction Bank card from his pocket. "There's ten million in here. Let's bet ten million. Do you dare to bet against me?"

Given Zheng Shuizhou's status, while he could produce ten million, it was definitely a sum that would cripple him. He was going all-in against Lin Feng!

Lin Feng was about to refuse Zheng Shuizhou, using the excuse that he didn't have that kind of money on him. Just then, however, Wu Mei walked over excitedly...

"Lin Feng, the money's arrived! The initial capital of five million won seven point five million, and with the twelve million transferred from Lord Dragon, you now have twenty-four point five million! Uh..."

Wu Mei, who had been enthusiastically recounting the figures, froze when she suddenly noticed Zheng Shuizhou in front of Lin Feng. She pointed at Zheng Shuizhou and asked in confusion, "Lin Feng, what's he doing here?"

Zheng Shuizhou, who had been worried Lin Feng couldn't produce ten million for the bet, now showed a satisfied expression. He questioned Lin Feng again, "Lin Feng, tell me, do you dare to bet with me? Don't be a spineless coward; it's disgraceful!"

"Hmph. Since you're so eager to give me money, why would I refuse?" Lin Feng stared coldly at Zheng Shuizhou and said in a deep voice, "Give the card to Wu Mei, then we'll fight."

Zheng Shuizhou surprisingly trusted Wu Mei enough to hand her the bank card, on which the PIN was written. In his mind, even if he won against Lin Feng, the delicate Wu Mei wouldn't be able to escape his grasp.

"Come on..." Seeing that Zheng Shuizhou had handed over the money, Lin Feng beckoned to him impatiently and said in a low voice, "Let me see the true power of your Shape-will Fist."

"HMPH!" Zheng Shuizhou snorted. He staggered his stance, one foot advancing as the other pushed off, and launched an Advancing Splitting Fist at Lin Feng!

Zheng Shuizhou was slightly taller than Lin Feng. His Splitting Fist descended from above, accompanied by the sound of rushing wind, heavily aimed at Lin Feng's crown with extreme ferocity!

WHOOSH!

Then, a sharp whistling sound echoed through the air—it was also the wind from a fist!

Zheng Shuizhou's pupils dilated instantly. He was horrified to see Lin Feng's right fist shooting upwards, targeting his right elbow joint!

Lin Feng's reaction is so fast, and he's aiming precisely for my weakest point, the joint... Zheng Shuizhou panicked. He abruptly retracted his fist, not daring to gamble on whose punch would be faster.

If he were faster than me, I'd be badly hurt. If I were faster, he might lose an arm. Zheng Shuizhou doesn't even have the guts to risk an arm to take me down. Pathetic. Lin Feng sneered but didn't press his advantage.

Only after dodging subconsciously did Zheng Shuizhou realize he had flinched at the critical moment and missed his chance. He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. Seeing Lin Feng's cold sneer made him feel even more ashamed. He was the one who had just claimed Lin Feng wouldn't dare to fight head-on, yet when Lin Feng did, he himself had retreated. The shame and anger from this self-inflicted humiliation were unbearable.

"Go to hell!" Zheng Shuizhou suddenly exploded with ferocity, a brutal and malicious glint flashing in his eyes.

He violently raised his right fist, unleashing the formidable power of his Inner Strength cultivation at the peak of the third layer. His massive fist, looking like a spinning hammer in mid-air, contained a terrifyingly astonishing force and hurtled towards Lin Feng's face in an instant.

It was the Banging Fist! The most powerful killing move in Shape-will Fist. With Zheng Shuizhou's Inner Strength cultivation, this punch was enough to leave a fist-shaped dent in a ten-centimeter-thick steel plate.

Zheng Shuizhou had suddenly lashed out, driven by shame and anger, unable to bear his self-reproach, and had thrown the punch in a fury!

At this distance, few could dodge Zheng Shuizhou's sudden attack. He firmly believed Lin Feng would also be unable to evade this punch and would have no choice but to meet it head-on.

Among the four great fist styles of China, only the even more ruthless Bajiquan can contend with Shape-will Fist. Other than that, I refuse to believe Lin Feng has any way to block this punch of mine!

"Then let me shatter your hopes!" Lin Feng sneered and, with surprising casualness, met Zheng Shuizhou's Banging Fist with a punch of his own.

BOOM!

If Zheng Shuizhou's punch was like a high-speed flying hammer, then Lin Feng's was like a cannonball freshly fired from its barrel—a cannonball reeking of gunpowder, capable of blasting anything in its path to smithereens!

CRACK! CRACK...

A series of harsh, dense sounds of bones fracturing erupted instantly. The moment Lin Feng's fist collided with Zheng Shuizhou's, Zheng Shuizhou's entire right arm astonishingly seemed to turn into a boneless tentacle, instantly going soft and limp.

In fact, at the instant their fists met, Lin Feng's entire body's Inner Strength surged out from his fist, forming a terrifyingly immense force that crushed down on Zheng Shuizhou's right arm like a tidal wave.

In terms of Inner Strength quantity, Zheng Shuizhou might have been only slightly inferior to Lin Feng, but in his method of power exertion, he was far too lacking. Lin Feng had once been a master of the fourth layer of Inner Strength. During his last duel with Long Tianyi, he'd had an epiphany and recalled the method of exerting force characteristic of the fourth layer. In that instant of collision, he unleashed all his Inner Strength, causing their combined powers to collide within Zheng Shuizhou's right arm, instantly crippling it!

The five finger bones in Zheng Shuizhou's fist shattered inch by inch in an instant. Then, Lin Feng's immense power continued to surge upwards. His entire right arm—wrist bones, arm bones—snapped one after another with several CRACKING sounds, completely shattered!

Terrifying!

A master capable of unleashing such power and causing such devastation with a single punch—there were very few such individuals on the entire Treasure Ship. It could only be described as terrifying!

Lin Feng knew Long Tianyi could achieve this level of destruction easily. This was also why, when sparring with Long Tianyi, he had never dared to meet his punches head-on!

The disparity in the quality and quantity of Inner Strength was insurmountable in a short period. To achieve victory, one had to find an alternative path!

In other words, Zheng Shuizhou insisting on trading blows with Lin Feng from the start was simply courting death!

"PTOO..." Zheng Shuizhou's Inner Strength roiled within him, and he instantly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His mouth hung open, his eyes staring at Lin Feng as if he had seen a ghost, unable to utter a single word.

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