Half a minute later, Lin Feng and Long Tianyi finally came to a temporary halt. They stood at opposite edges of the arena, ten meters apart, panting and staring at each other.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that Long Tianyi's fist spikes had been chipped in numerous tiny places, while Lin Feng's hand holding the dagger trembled unnaturally.

"Your speed is impressive... but I'm not slow either, and your strength is no match for mine! You're bound to lose!" Long Tianyi gasped, his eyes gleaming with triumph, confident that Lin Feng would soon be brought down.

Upon hearing Long Tianyi's words, Wu Mei instantly grew anxious. She couldn't make out Lin Feng's and Long Tianyi's movements at all, and instinctively, the fear that Long Tianyi's words were true gripped her. Lin Feng isn't as fast as Long Tianyi, and his vital energy isn't as strong. He's probably going to lose!

Long Shaotian subconsciously clenched the armrests of his chair, struggling to remain calm. Given his status, it was rare for him to lose control of his emotions; clearly, the outcome of the match between Lin Feng and Long Tianyi was incredibly important to him.

Long Xiaoyun, however, was extraordinarily confident in Lin Feng, acting as if she hadn't heard Long Tianyi at all. She yelled loudly, "Go, Brother Feng! Take down that turncoat... Uh..."

After shouting so readily, Long Xiaoyun was surprised to realize she had blurted out the insult she'd been thinking. She grew a little nervous and instinctively glanced around, only to find that no one had noticed her shout. Almost everyone was anxiously watching Lin Feng and Long Tianyi on the arena platform.

I'm a little nervous, but more than that, I'm excited! Lin Feng thought.

It turned out that after Lin Feng had successfully ambushed him last time, Long Tianyi hadn't been idle. He had been continuously training his movement technique. In just a few days, Lin Feng noticed a significant improvement in Long Tianyi's reaction speed and combat awareness. Now, Long Tianyi could determine Lin Feng's attack direction even with his back turned. Just moments ago, during their several exchanges as they passed each other, Lin Feng's Backhand Knife attacks had all been successfully parried by Long Tianyi's fist spikes.

Long Tianyi's defense is even more formidable than his offense! Though this was unexpected, Lin Feng's expression showed no fear.

After all, I'm holding a dagger!

Gripping the handle wrapped in composite material cord, Lin Feng's eyes remained fixed on Long Tianyi, constantly searching and deducing his weak points. It wasn't so much that Lin Feng's hand was trembling, but rather that his dagger was like a venomous serpent, ready to devour a man, seeking the most opportune angle of attack.

Long Tianyi also knew how terrifying Lin Feng's attacks could be. After exchanging just a few words and catching his breath slightly, he gave Lin Feng no more time. His figure blurred, and he threw a Heavy Fist straight at Lin Feng's face!

Long Tianyi moved like lightning. One moment he was over ten meters away; the next, the gleam of his fist spikes flashed before Lin Feng's eyes, accompanied by a suffocating, fierce gust of wind from the strike. If that punch lands on my face, half of it will probably be obliterated... Long Tianyi's fist is just that terrifying! Lin Feng was certain.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and shot out his left fist, using his left arm to heavily block Long Tianyi's right arm.

THUD! CRACK!

A dull thud of impact, followed by a sharp crack of bone, instantly echoed throughout the hall.

On the arena platform, both fighters suddenly froze.

Lin Feng's back was to the audience, so no one knew what had just happened.

The crowd below watched with bated breath, their faces taut with tension.

After a long moment, Long Tianyi's triumphant voice suddenly rang out, "Just as I thought, your strength doesn't match mine..."

Immediately after, Wu Mei noticed in panic that Lin Feng's left arm was beginning to hang limply.

Did Lin Feng lose? Wu Mei lightly covered her mouth, her eyes wide, staring fixedly at Lin Feng's back. She didn't dare to relax, terrified that the next second she would see a horribly disfigured Lin Feng and burst into tears.

"Hahahaha... Lord Dragon, wasn't I right? How about you just hand over all the account books of the Jiangzhou Hall from all these years! And not just the gang's assets; everything you've embezzled, hand it all over obediently! I'll even leave you a villa in the suburbs for your retirement!" Chen Ming, upon hearing Long Tianyi, was already gloating, proclaiming that Lin Feng had lost. With Long Shaotian having no more competent fighters, Chen Ming felt he could declare victory prematurely.

Long Shaotian suddenly slumped back into his chair. If Lin Feng has lost, I have no reason to continue this!

"Impossible! How could Brother Feng lose? You must all be mistaken!" Long Xiaoyun suddenly shouted in agitation. She rushed to the other side of the arena platform and was stunned to see Lin Feng grinning at her.

Lin Feng's left arm was indeed injured, dislocated. Long Tianyi's strike had been too powerful, and Lin Feng had forcefully blocked it to advance his own attack.

Yet, ultimately, Lin Feng had won!

Lin Feng's Poison Sting Dagger, after slicing a deep gash across Long Tianyi's right shoulder, was now held steadily against his neck. The sharp blade had already broken Long Tianyi's skin; with just a little more pressure, Lin Feng could sever his windpipe.

Long Tianyi was deeply unwilling to accept his defeat. He knew Lin Feng's strength was indeed less than his, but Lin Feng was more cunning and far more ruthless.

When they had clashed, Long Tianyi had subconsciously assumed Lin Feng would retreat, unable to withstand his fist. Who would have thought Lin Feng would risk fracturing his left arm, forcefully blocking the punch with his weaker limb, all to create an opening for his right hand to strike with the dagger?

A single, momentary lapse in judgment had cost Long Tianyi the match.

"My strength may not match yours, but that doesn't mean I can't defeat you," Lin Feng said calmly. Even then, he didn't relax his guard against Long Tianyi, watching him intently, wary of a counterattack when least expected.

Long Tianyi fell silent. He stared at Lin Feng for a full ten seconds, and seeing that Lin Feng showed no sign of relaxing, he reluctantly conceded, "You win."

Only then did Long Xiaoyun truly realize that Lin Feng had won the match.

"Brother Feng! You won!" Long Xiaoyun was overcome with emotion, tears welling in her eyes. She practically shrieked the words, her voice breaking.

Instantly, the expressions of everyone in the audience changed.

The look of dejection vanished from Long Shaotian's face. As if injected with a shot of adrenaline, his face flushed crimson. He looked up, an expression of disbelief on his face, muttering Long Xiaoyun's words, "Lin Feng... won? Really?"

Wu Mei also looked up, pleasantly surprised, joy practically overflowing from her face.

As for Chen Ming, whose face had been smug just moments before, it instantly turned ashen. He instinctively roared, "Impossible! You're lying! How could Lin Feng win?"

At this moment, Jiang Meng, the old gang leader of the Qingzi Sect, finally spoke calmly, "He's not lying. In this match, the victor is indeed Lin Feng from the commerce hall."

Chen Ming looked up, stunned. He finally saw Long Tianyi, blood trickling from his neck and shoulder, looking back at him with an expression of guilt.

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