"Kid, say that again!" Yang Feng pointed at Lin Fei, furious.

This was the first time he'd seen someone at Capital City University dare to insult his brother like this.

Their family has a military background, and they are among the top ten elites in Capital City; the brothers dare not claim to be the top fighters, but they are nonetheless famous.

Lin Fei was just a newcomer, and just because he defeated Wu Yuqing, is he getting arrogant? Does he not put them in his eyes?

Thus, Yang Feng was truly angry.

Lin Fei glanced at Yang Feng and said, "Young Master Yang, why don't you both come at me together?"

If Lin Fei's previous words about humiliating Yang Zhan had left the onlookers flabbergasted,

then asking both Yang Feng brothers to attack him at once made them think Lin Fei was simply insane.

The Yang brothers were born into a military family and had been practicing martial arts since childhood, with an exceptionally solid foundation.

This is why the two brothers could qualify as part of the Capital City top ten elites; their powerful strength is beyond doubt.

At Capital City University, apart from the top three fighters among the elites, no one else could take on the Yang brothers simultaneously.

Yet Lin Fei, upon opening his mouth, demanded that the Yang brothers come at him together, which was a brazenly big talk.

"Both of us together? We wouldn't want people to think we're using numbers to win, and it wouldn't be glorious for you to lose this way either." Yang Zhan showed a sarcastic smile.

Then he looked at Yang Feng: "Yang Feng, go play with him!"

"Yes, brother." Yang Feng replied.

Upon saying this, Yang Feng took a few steps forward, glaring at Lin Fei, saying, "Kid, did you hear my brother? I don't want people saying we use numbers to win, nor do I want you to lose gloriously. Come on, today we'll have a good fight!"

Lin Fei had a slight smile on his face and said, "Since you insist on coming one at a time, I have nothing to say, but later when you lose, don't be upset."

"Arrogant!" Yang Feng's facial muscles twitched.

He felt that if he continued to talk with Lin Fei, his blood vessels might burst from anger.

Boom.

A storm whipped up around Yang Feng in an instant, a force spreading outwards causing all the surrounding students to shiver inwardly.

This powerful, soul-shaking aura left them shocked.

The strength of Yang Feng, among the ten elites of the Capital City, was indeed frightening!

Swish.

Yang Feng suddenly leapt into the air, like a giant bat taking off six or seven meters up, his hair and clothes flapping, baring a ferocious expression like a wolf ready to pounce.

As he ascended into mid-air, Yang Feng swung down one hand, swish, a crescent-shaped Martial King Qi Blade appeared in the void, flashing with brilliance like a giant scythe, slashing down towards Lin Fei.

"Martial King Qi Blade!"

"Such a large Qi Blade!"

"Can Li Fei... dodge it?"

All the students watching exclaimed as they saw the giant scythe-like Martial King Qi Blade slicing towards Lin Fei.

Yet Lin Fei remained motionless, as if he hadn't reacted at all.

This made Su Xiaoyue in the spectator seats immediately stand up with nervousness.

The top students sent by Young Master Duan and Young Master Liang also showed gleeful eyes: If that Martial King Qi Blade from Yang Feng lands, even if Li Fei isn't killed, he will be gravely injured!

But Yang Zhan's eyes flashed with worry: His brother attacked with full strength, using the Martial King Qi Blade, if that blade strikes Li Fei, it could cost him his life!

If Li Fei dies, things could get tricky.

Ultimately, it might still require their grandfather to step in and deal with it.

The Martial King Qi Blade glimmered with a deadly aura, slashing down.

Bang.

The giant scythe-like Qi Blade slashed down, releasing a violent air current, akin to a hurricane ravaging.

The Martial King Qi Blade left a two or three-meter-long, several centimeters deep trench on the concrete ground, like a cutting machine slicing through, striking fear at sight!

The surrounding students gasped; if that Martial King Qi Blade struck a person's body, wouldn't it slice them in half?

Yet they found Lin Fei had disappeared!

Indeed, Lin Fei was gone.

To be precise, at the moment the Martial King Qi Blade slashed onto the ground, Lin Fei seemed to vanish into thin air.

Where did Lin Fei go?

At this moment, someone spotted Lin Fei and shouted: "He's above!"

This person's "above" naturally referred to the martial arts hall ceiling.

So everyone looked up at the martial arts hall ceiling and saw Lin Fei.

Yang Feng ascended six to seven meters, while Lin Fei rose eight to nine meters high in the air.

Higher than Yang Feng, he seemed supported by an invisible air current, paired with his crisp hair and Tai Chi Grandmaster-like Tang suit, gently fluttering in the wind.

He exuded an indescribably transcendent aura, like an Immortal.

Yang Zhan and those top students were all stunned: How did Li Fei evade Yang Feng's extremely fierce Martial King Qi Blade?

And how did he silently ascend above Yang Feng's position?

Yang Zhan's eyebrows furrowed; he realized that Lin Fei's strength might far surpass his own.

At least exceed his brother Yang Feng's strength.

He suddenly felt that when Lin Fei asked him and Yang Feng to come together, it was not an arrogant statement, but likely within his capacity.

"Yang Feng get back!" Yang Zhan had a bad feeling, immediately calling to Yang Feng in the air.

Upon hearing his brother, Yang Feng immediately descended back down.

However, as he descended, Lin Fei also descended along.

Just as Yang Feng landed on the ground, he felt someone descending onto his head.

And the person landing atop his head was Lin Fei.

Everyone around widened their eyes in surprise that Lin Fei landed on Yang Feng's head?

They could imagine how unpleasant it felt to be stepped on by someone.

What surprised them more was Yang Feng being stepped on by Lin Fei, yet not moving, as if he didn't care about being stepped on.

What was happening?

Of course, Yang Feng cared immensely about being stepped on and wanted to grab Lin Fei down and beat him up harshly.

However, he couldn't express it because Lin Fei stepping on his head felt like a giant mountain pressed on him, heavy as a thousand pounds.

The reason he dared not move was because he feared if he moved, his cervical spine would snap under the immense weight with a crack.

Thus, he could only focus all his strength on resisting the terrifying weight from above and maintaining balance with great care.

Cold sweat kept oozing from his forehead, running down his face in little streams.

He felt that his cervical spine, backbone, and every bone in his body were overwhelmingly heavy, painful to the extent that he might be crushed by the mountain at any moment.

"Brother, save me!~~~" The internally collapsing Yang Feng called out for his brother's help.

Previously he wanted to endure silently to avoid losing face, but knowing if he didn't call for help from his brother Yang Zhan, he might not survive.

Actually, Yang Zhan had long realized that Yang Feng was barely holding on, but with Lin Fei standing on Yang Feng's head, any added pressure from Lin Fei would instantly cripple his brother.

So, he dared not act rashly.

Upon hearing Yang Feng's plea for help, he couldn't hold back anymore, flying up and striking towards Lin Fei.

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