Besides their shared shock, everyone below the stage had different thoughts.

Wu Mei and Yan Su were very excited. The stronger Lin Feng was, the happier they were to have such an impressive companion. Hence, their faces were bright with sincere smiles. However, given the situation, both of them suppressed their emotions, not daring to over-express their excitement!

Long Xiaoyun, who idolized Lin Feng, was so excited that she jumped to her feet, cheering loudly, "Yay! Brother Feng is impressive! He really avenged Mr. Yan! Damn, that's satisfying!"

Long Shaotian's brow finally smoothed. Although he had to pay four million for each of Lin Feng's victories, this expense was minor to the current Lord Dragon. It would be best if Lin Feng could win three more matches and help me win back the Hall Master position outright!

Compared to the excitement of those from the commerce hall, Chen Ming's face was almost as black as coal. He never expected Lin Feng, despite his injured left arm, to confront Long San head-on and maim him with a single punch, even after Long San had revealed his full strength.

Just how strong is Lin Feng?! And what terrifies me most is his horrifying cunning! Chen Ming broke into a cold sweat as he recalled Lin Feng throwing the Silver Needle, causing Long San to become complacent. Lin Feng probably knew all along the referee wouldn't allow the needle, but Long San didn't. He thought Lin Feng's strength was completely suppressed, making him increasingly careless... Lord Dragon is truly fortunate to have recruited such a terrifying expert!

Wang Chen, Long Tianyi, Long San—the three strongest fighters of the battle hall—were all defeated by Lin Feng alone. Lin Feng's perfect record proved his might. Chen Ming no longer doubted Lin Feng's combat prowess; he even believed Lin Feng could continue winning.

Perhaps I can let Lord Dragon keep the Hall Master position for a few more days, Chen Ming thought, his eyes narrowing. He glanced at Lin Feng, then fixed his gaze on Long Shaotian, an extremely sinister expression on his face as he secretly plotted.

After being punched off the stage by Lin Feng, Long San crashed heavily onto the cold ground and fainted from the pain. His right arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, a horrifying sight.

The first to rush to Long San's side and check his injuries was, surprisingly, old gang leader Jiang Meng of the Qingzi Sect.

"Wing Chun's Arrow Force, shattering bones with a single punch! Such ruthless methods, such deep cunning! Hmph!" Jiang Meng stared at Lin Feng, his voice laced with displeasure.

Jiang Meng recognized from Lin Feng's stance that he had used Wing Chun. The so-called 'clamp with the front knee, lift the anus, retract the lower abdomen, slightly contain the chest, extend the back, center the head, and ask with the front hand'—Lin Feng's entire posture resembled a drawn bow, his fist the arrow. To shatter the arm bone of Long San, an expert of the same third-level Inner Strength, with a single punch, could only be achieved by the formidable close-range explosive power of Wing Chun!

If Lin Feng had fought openly and fairly on the stage and won, Jiang Meng wouldn't have been so displeased, even if his methods were a bit ruthless. However, Jiang Meng was unhappy that Lin Feng had exploited his own biased ruling—forbidding weapons—to deliberately make Long San careless, causing him to fall into the trap.

As a result, Jiang Meng felt as if he had become an unwitting pawn in Lin Feng's scheme, inadvertently helping Lin Feng execute his plot and cripple Long San.

Jiang Meng prided himself on being a seasoned veteran of the Jianghu, yet he had lost face before a junior like Lin Feng. He couldn't help but feel his face burn with shame, so his attitude toward Lin Feng certainly wasn't going to improve.

However, Lin Feng, who was equally displeased with Jiang Meng, couldn't care less what the old man thought. He pretended not to hear Jiang Meng's remarks. After the referee announced his victory, Lin Feng dusted off his hands, straightened his clothes, and swaggered off the stage, leaving Jiang Meng with nothing but a view of his imposing back.

Indeed, I am dissatisfied, Lin Feng thought. If Jiang Meng had allowed me to use the Silver Needle, I would've won much more easily.

"Hmph." Seeing Lin Feng's arrogant demeanor, Jiang Meng grew even angrier. I'll find a chance in the future, he plotted, to show that brat what it means that old ginger is spicier!

"Hehe... Lin Feng, you truly didn't disappoint me! A perfect performance!" Long Shaotian, having regained his composure, said with a serene smile and an amiable attitude.

"Lord Dragon, you flatter me. It wasn't about performing perfectly; my opponent was just accommodating," Lin Feng said casually with a faint smile.

Accommodating? Long Shaotian was momentarily stunned. How could an opponent be accommodating? Then it hit him—Lin Feng was implying his opponents were too weak!

Long Shaotian smiled bitterly. Were they really weak? Long Tianyi, Wang Chen, Long San... each of Lin Feng's three opponents was a powerhouse capable of taking on ten men. It wasn't nearly as simple as Lin Feng made it sound.

But Lin Feng is the victor now, so he naturally has the right to comment on his opponents... Only then did Long Shaotian realize that Lin Feng was, in fact, the most arrogant one of all.

"Cough, cough. Lin Feng, go rest for a bit. I'll have the money transferred to you shortly." Long Shaotian didn't dare press Lin Feng further on his opponents' strength, fearing even harsher comments.

Lin Feng nodded, walked over to Yan Su, and asked with a smile, "So, Mr. Yan, are you satisfied with the force of that punch I threw at Long San just now?"

Yan Su saw Lin Feng approach and assumed he had something to say. Who would have thought Lin Feng would ask *that*? The straightforward Yan Su couldn't help but roll his eyes. You utterly crippled Long San's arm with one punch! He probably won't even be able to hold chopsticks anymore! And you're asking *me* if I'm satisfied? As if I told you to do it! Aren't you just trying to frame me?!

Broken bones can heal, but Long San's arm had suffered what medical professionals call a comminuted fracture. For such an injury, doctors would typically recommend amputation.

Although Yan Su also wanted revenge on Long San, he would never have resorted to such brutal methods. After all, I'm a soldier, he thought. Compared to me, Lin Feng is more like an executioner...

So, even though Lin Feng had avenged him, Yan Su still felt he had gone too far and didn't particularly want to interact with him.

Although Yan Su remained silent, Long Xiaoyun enthusiastically played along, laughing exaggeratedly, "Brother Feng, that punch was awesome! You turned that poser Long San into a complete idiot with one hit! So satisfying! I loved it!"

Lin Feng knew Yan Su's personality and understood him. After all, the mentality of people who had been on the battlefield and those who hadn't was quite different. Lin Feng did not insist that Yan Su act the same way as him. Seeing that Yan Su didn't say anything, Lin Feng didn't ask further.

Lin Feng noticed Yan Su's broken arm hadn't been set yet and was about to help him when Long Jiu suddenly approached with shocking news.

"The battle hall, represented by Chen Ming, has withdrawn from the contest for the leadership of the Qingzi Sect's Jiangzhou Hall. Lord Dragon has successfully secured his re-election!"

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