"Humph! You reckless fool, daring to show off your paltry skills before me..." Long San, who had sent Yan Su flying with a punch, sneered coldly, his face revealing an extremely smug and cruel expression. "I had originally intended to reserve this set of Bajiquan for Lin Feng. Unfortunately, he's too injured to come onstage. So, I'll try it out on you!"

"Hahaha... amazing!" Chen Ming clapped excitedly, laughing. "So this is Bajiquan, truly an eye-opener... Long San, I never expected you to conceal your true strength. I'm genuinely astonished!" He wasn't at all bothered by Long San concealing his true strength. He had always been satisfied with Long San's abilities, and now that he suddenly discovered Long San was even stronger than anticipated, it only brought him a pleasant surprise!

"Despicable! Shameless!" Long Xiaoyun pointed an accusing finger at Long San on the stage and angrily uttered these two words before nervously walking to Yan Su, who was beside Lin Feng. He asked with concern, "Mr. Yan... are you... are you okay?"

Yan Su's hands hung limply in front of him, his face etched with shame. He ignored Long Xiaoyun. I never would have anticipated that Long San was also a master of Bajiquan, and his cultivation is far beyond my own. I've truly hit a steel plate this time... Yan Su felt his face flush, unsure how he could face Lin Feng now.

What's wrong with Mr. Yan? Is he injured? Seeing Yan Su ignore him, Long Xiaoyun turned to Lin Feng and asked.

Lin Feng could roughly guess Yan Su's thoughts. He's probably not in a good mood and doesn't want to talk to Long Xiaoyun, Lin Feng guessed. Besides, with Long San still taunting them from the stage, he wouldn't be in the mood to chat anyway.

Yan Su's injuries weren't too severe. As a Bajiquan cultivator, his body had extremely high resistance to strikes. Though Long San's punch was fierce, it had only injured his arms.

In Lin Feng's estimation, the bones in both of Yan Su's arms were likely fractured. Such an injury wasn't light, but it wasn't fatal. The most serious consequence was that the fractured arms would severely hinder Yan Su's future Martial Arts cultivation, making it very difficult for him to advance further.

However, with the Supreme Medical Scripture, I can definitely help Yan Su recover the strength in his arms, Lin Feng thought. As long as it's a treatable external injury, I can achieve the best results in this world!

Lightly patting Yan Su's shoulder to console him, Lin Feng turned to Long Xiaoyun. "Young Master Dragon, first, go get a doctor to set Mr. Yan's bones. We'll deal with other matters later."

"Oh... okay, okay! I'll go right now!" Long Xiaoyun was quite concerned about Mr. Yan, his personal bodyguard. At Lin Feng's instruction, he immediately ran off to find the best orthopedic doctor in the Tianxing Club.

It wasn't until then that Yan Su raised his head. Looking at Lin Feng with shame in his eyes, he forced a bitter smile. "I've really lost face for our Boss this time..."

Looking at Yan Su's rigid expression, Lin Feng smiled reassuringly and shook his head. "Don't worry, I'll settle the score for you."

Yan Su shook his head and said in a low voice, "Long San's Bajiquan is too powerful, and your hand is injured. I'm afraid you can't take him."

"No matter how powerful his fist, he has to hit me first," Lin Feng replied with a relaxed laugh, completely disregarding Yan Su's warning.

"Humph... Lin Feng, if you're not convinced, then come on stage!" Long San, who had been listening in on Lin Feng and Yan Su, sneered provocatively. "I'd like to see how you try to get even for Yan Su. What's so arrogant about shouting from below the stage?! Bragging? Anyone can do that!"

Hearing Long San's provocation, Lin Feng was somewhat speechless. I never brag, okay? he thought.

Since Long San had already issued the challenge, Lin Feng, looking unfazed, prepared to go on stage again.

"Lin Feng, you... you're going up again?" Anxiously, Wu Mei grabbed Lin Feng's arm. Her alarmed gaze fell on his injured limb as she asked worriedly.

"I'm fine!" Lin Feng gently patted Wu Mei's cheek, smiling.

"But you clearly dislocated it just now! Your arm can't exert any strength at all. How can you fight anyone?" He must be furious about Yan Su's injury and wants to go on stage to get even, forgetting his own condition, Wu Mei thought, alarmed.

"I'm really fine..." Long San might not even be able to touch my hand, Lin Feng initially thought, but feeling it sounded too arrogant, he simply reassured Wu Mei again.

"Lin Feng, if you're a man, stop hiding behind a woman!" Long San shouted, his fists clenched as he paced the ring. "What's with all the dawdling? Hurry up and get on stage! I, your father, can't wait any longer!"

Wu Mei finally fell silent, but her worried eyes betrayed her thoughts completely.

"Lin Feng, if you can't handle it, don't force yourself. I, Long Shaotian, am not someone who can't afford to lose!" At this moment, Long Shaotian approached Lin Feng. A lackey lit his cigarette as he casually remarked, "You're a talent I value, and I don't want you to be ruined here today as well. You should know, Long San deliberately injured Yan Su so severely just to target you. Don't fall for his trap!"

Seeing Long Shaotian lower himself to come and warn him, Lin Feng felt an even greater admiration for this formidable figure. This Lord Dragon... if he weren't the Hall Master of the Qingzi Sect, he'd be a remarkable talent anywhere!

Lin Feng nodded at Long Shaotian. "Lord Dragon, rest assured, I know what I'm doing."

"Are you really confident?" Long Shaotian looked at Lin Feng in surprise. He's already defeated Wang Chen and Long Tianyi, and just got injured, yet he's still willing to go on stage. He doesn't seem the least bit intimidated by Long San. Just how formidable is this Lin Feng?! Even though Lin Feng was his subordinate, Long Shaotian found it somewhat unbelievable. This Lin Feng... it's like he's using a cheat!

"Of course, I'm confident. Lord Dragon, you'd better prepare my appearance fee!" Lin Feng grinned slightly as he walked past Long Shaotian, speaking casually.

"If you win this time, I'll add a fifty percent bonus!" Long Shaotian suddenly smiled, saying generously to Lin Feng.

"A deal!" Lin Feng naturally welcomed any extra bonus; the more, the merrier.

Under everyone's gaze, Lin Feng slowly returned to the ring.

"So you actually dare to come on stage?!" Long San sneered, glancing at Lin Feng. "I thought you were going to cower like a turtle! Last time, you tricked me and won. This time, I'll make you lose everything!"

Lin Feng ignored Long San. Instead, he took out a Silver Needle from his waist and handed it to the referee on stage, saying casually, "I want to use this weapon. Please have the judge below inspect it."

Long San's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on Lin Feng. His breath became ragged. He actually wants to use a silver needle as a weapon... he thought, stunned.

The Silver Needle was originally Lin Feng's hidden weapon. A so-called hidden weapon is one that cannot see the light of day! But now, Lin Feng had brought the Silver Needle out openly; it was now a weapon!

Weapons were permitted on the fighting stage.

Facing Lin Feng, who held a Silver Needle, the painful memory of his previous loss to Lin Feng resurfaced clearly in Long San's mind. Even if Lin Feng doesn't use it as a hidden attack, I know I can't dodge his Throwing Needle! Long San realized.

"I protest!" Long San roared at the judge below the stage, almost in the same instant.

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