Chapter 83

"Let's not make it so complicated. I can just wear this outfit," Lin Fei said.

"Training clothes are looser and better for movement. Are you sure you don't want to change?" Tang Anchen asked again.

"It's fine. It doesn't matter what I wear; it won't affect my performance," Lin Fei said with a smile.

"Alright, let's go to the arena over there!" Tang Anchen didn't insist further.

"Is this kid just giving up?"

"This kid is really arrogant."

"Poor Coach Zhou! How could she be fooled by someone like this?"

"Let's see how this kid will end up."

The onlookers murmured to themselves after hearing Lin Fei's words.

A short while later, Lin Fei and Tang Anchen ascended to the largest arena in the training hall, which was specially built for future competitions among practitioners from different fitness centers, so the space was quite spacious.

More and more people gathered, and before they knew it, there were already four to five hundred spectators.

"Your fitness center really does good business. So many people came in such a short time," Lin Fei remarked, looking at the audience below.

"It's the era of fitness, so many people with free time come to the gym. This number is actually small; there would be even more in the evening," Tang Anchen explained. "Do you have any special abilities?"

"Yes, what about it?" Lin Fei asked.

"I do too, but my ability might hurt you, so I think we should avoid using them during our sparring," Tang Anchen said.

"Thanks, but it's fine. Use whatever you have! Show your full strength; it will make the audience more excited," Lin Fei said with a smile.

"Alright, since you insist, let's start! Both of us will use our full strength," Tang Anchen said, no longer insisting.

"Go, Lin Fei!" Just as everyone was waiting quietly for the match to begin, a lone cheer echoed.

This cheer was out of place amidst the surrounding atmosphere, and everyone turned to look at Zhou Yue, but she didn't care and sat back down.

Lin Fei turned and gave Zhou Yue a thumbs-up.

Zhao Haichang, the referee for this sparring session, looked at the two who were ready and raised his right hand, then brought it down heavily.

"Begin!"

Tang Anchen, like a sprinter hearing the starting gun, unleashed his pent-up strength, leaped forward with a powerful push from his feet, and pounced on Lin Fei like a hunting tiger.

He decided to defeat Lin Fei as quickly as possible, to disappoint the onlookers and show Zhou Yue that the person she liked was just a weakling.

Facing Tang Anchen's initial attack, Lin Fei's body swayed like a nimble monkey, quickly dodging to Tang Anchen's side and swiftly kicking out with his right leg.

"He actually dodged Coach Tang's attack," the audience thought.

Just as Lin Fei's leg was about to hit Tang Anchen, Tang Anchen's spine snapped, his back wriggled, and his center of gravity shifted, changing direction in a split second and evading Lin Fei's kick.

"This Lin Fei has some skills!" Tang Anchen's mind raced, his muscles compressing, his back twisting, and his right arm swinging like a hammer towards Lin Fei.

Lin Fei suddenly took a step back, creating distance, and Tang Anchen's attack missed again.

Tang Anchen, not letting up, pushed off with his feet and pursued, "You can retreat fast, but can you match my speed?"

Lin Fei kept retreating, but just as he stopped, Tang Anchen was already in front of him, tensing his hand, forearm, and upper arm muscles, and swinging his left fist.

The left fist, carrying a powerful wind, rushed towards Lin Fei. The audience shouted warnings, knowing that no practitioner present could withstand such force.

Smack.

Tang Anchen's left fist was blocked by Lin Fei's right palm, the wind from the punch ruffling Lin Fei's hair.

"How is this possible? He actually blocked Coach Tang's attack," everyone exclaimed.

"You're quite skilled," Lin Fei chuckled, and his right leg attacked Tang Anchen again. This time, the speed was so fast that Tang Anchen couldn't dodge, and Lin Fei's kick hit his abdomen, sending him flying.

Bang.

Tang Anchen's body hit the ground and rolled several times before stopping.

Lin Fei didn't wait for him to get up and quickly rushed towards the fallen Tang Anchen.

"Mental Dizziness." Tang Anchen's spiritual energy burst forth, and he suddenly lifted his head to look at Lin Fei.

As everyone heard Tang Anchen's shout, they saw Lin Fei stop his attack.

"Coach Tang used his ability; this move will decide the match," a female coach said.

"Yes, but Coach Zhou's boyfriend is amazing! He can suppress Coach Tang. Could he also be at the initial stage of the third rank? That's incredible," her female companion said.

"I didn't expect you to be so strong. But it ends here," Tang Anchen said to Lin Fei, and his body glowed with spiritual energy, making him faster and stronger.

"Is that so? Your ability is quite interesting; it can disrupt one's mind," Lin Fei said as Tang An's fist was about to hit his stomach.

"He actually spoke! Coach Tang's ability is ineffective," the female coach exclaimed.

"Is this person's mental power so strong that he can resist Coach Tang's ability?" someone said.

Bang.

Lin Fei's right fist collided with Tang Anchen's, and the impact echoed on the arena.

Tang Anchen leaped back, looking at the relaxed Lin Fei with a serious expression, muttering, "How is this possible? How can he be so strong?"

"You should know by now that my strength is more than enough to protect Xiao Yue. The sparring should end; I have other things to do," Lin Fei said to the prepared Tang Anchen.

Lin Fei took a step forward with his left foot, and his figure turned into a blur on the arena.

"So fast! Does his ability enhance speed? But I didn't sense any use of spiritual energy!" the audience exclaimed.

Lin Fei appeared beside Tang Anchen at a speed he couldn't match, launching an attack. Tang Anchen couldn't dodge, and even his continuous use of his ability against Lin Fei was useless, making him doubt if his Mental Dizziness ability was ineffective. On the arena, he could only barely block Lin Fei's continuous punches with his arms.

Silence. The scene fell into a dead silence, and everyone wore expressions of disbelief. The strongest practitioner coach at the fitness center was being beaten without any chance to fight back.