Chapter 37

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When Yang Feng was very young, he paid great attention to physical exercise, because even if you want to be a rogue, you need the capital to be one, right?

Those weak rogues who just eat and wait for death were not what Yang Feng wanted to be, so he started exercising from junior high school.

At first, he started with short and long-distance running, then playing soccer and basketball. When he entered high school, he directly enrolled in a taekwondo training class. By the time he was about to graduate from high school, he had already reached the level of a sixth-degree black belt in taekwondo.

This was a genuine sixth-degree black belt, as the coaches in this training class were all Koreans, not the kind of fake showmen found in China.

After entering the police academy, he began to learn sanda and grappling techniques. Over the past few years, he has been diligently practicing, so he often ranks at the top in the combat course exams.

In school, when it comes to combat, apart from a few instructors with real skills and a few classmates who have practiced martial arts since childhood, there are really not many who can match him.

Therefore, Yang Feng is very confident in his abilities.

Tonight, he has already lost face in front of An Jiaoning, Hu Ying, Wang Luoshi, and the others, and even let Li Xiangdong steal the show, which has made him feel stifled all night.

Now, this is finally a good opportunity to turn the tide. How can Yang Feng not seize the chance to perform well?

In the front of the Santana car, the driver still has no intention of getting out, while the guy in the black hoodie has already started to slowly walk towards him.

The light is dim, and the large cap on the guy's head makes it impossible to see his face. However, his slow steps, for some reason, bring a sense of pressure to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng planted his right foot, took a step forward with his left foot, tightened his waist and abdomen, slightly raised his shoulders, and began to gather strength in his arms, no longer shouting randomly.

Because he has already realized that the guy in front of him is definitely not easy to deal with, and it seems that the other party has no good intentions.

The guy in the hoodie has gradually moved to within two meters of him, not saying a word, but the dark figure brings an indescribable pressure.

Yang Feng has never felt such a sensation before. Even when he was learning taekwondo, his Korean ninth-degree black belt master never gave him such a strong sense of pressure.

Moreover, the guy's aura is quite off, cold and eerie, making Yang Feng feel even more strange.

First strike to gain the upper hand, second strike to suffer. With no way to retreat, it's better to fight with all his might. Yang Feng suddenly lunged forward, simultaneously raising his leg to perform a knee strike from Muay Thai, aiming directly at the guy in the black hoodie.

Although he started with taekwondo, Yang Feng knows that taekwondo is only effective against street thugs with no combat experience or skills. If he faces a real martial artist, it's a dead end.

Taekwondo has many back kicks and high leg lifts, which look good but are suicidal when facing a real martial artist.

Therefore, in terms of practical combat effectiveness, Muay Thai, with its fierce and aggressive techniques, is the better choice.

Muay Thai has strong impact, allowing him to quickly close the distance with his opponent. Once he gets close, he can choose from a variety of techniques, such as sanda wrestling or police-specific grappling.

Yang Feng's calculations were quite precise, but unfortunately, he underestimated one thing: the other party's strength.

Just as he quickly rushed to the other party's front, preparing to raise his knee for a fierce knee strike, the other party skillfully sidestepped, dodging his attack.

Moreover, the other party promptly reached out and grabbed his left wrist.

Yang Feng remained calm in the face of danger, and he immediately lunged into the other party's embrace, then raised his right elbow for a heart strike, a move also from Muay Thai. If this hit were to land solidly, it would instantly render the other party unable to resist.

Yang Feng's reaction was quick, and his actions were fierce. The other party had no time to dodge, so the elbow hit solidly.

Yang Feng himself heard the 'thud' of the impact, but the feeling was strange. When he hit the other party's chest, if it were a normal person, he should have heard a scream, but the guy in the hoodie made no sound at all.

What was even more strange was the sensation of the other party's chest. It didn't feel like a normal human chest at all. It felt as if he had hit the other party's body through a down jacket, and the tip of his elbow touched something that felt more like slippery, fluffy feathers rather than solid human muscle.

Taking advantage of the other party's momentary distraction, Yang Feng quickly pulled his left hand out of the other party's grip, intending to create some distance and retreat. But the other party didn't give him that chance.

The other party raised his hand and swung it over. In the dim light, Yang Feng could see clearly that the other party's hand, like someone who has practiced the eagle claw technique in TV shows, was bent, with the only difference being that the other party's hand was pitch black, and the fingernails were as hard as iron, gleaming with a cold, dark light.

This grab was so fast it seemed to tear through the air, accompanied by a whistling sound.

Yang Feng was stunned by the other party's extremely fierce grab and didn't know how to dodge. Just as the grab was about to hit his face, he suddenly felt a strong force at the back of his neck, pulling him violently backward.

When he came to his senses, he realized that Li Xiangdong had already come to his side and had pulled him back just in time. If not for that, he would probably be lying on the ground with a face full of bruises.

Turning around, he saw An Jiaoning, Hu Ying, and Wang Luoshi standing by the Cruiser, all with worried expressions. Yang Feng immediately felt a wave of heat on his face.

Turning his head again, he saw Li Xiangdong, who was focused on the front, and he inwardly cursed. Damn it, the spotlight is taken by this kid again.

At this moment, Li Xiangdong doesn't care what Yang Feng thinks. What he cares about is the guy in the black hoodie standing opposite him. From this guy, he senses a very wrong aura.

Wolf ears not only give him the super hearing and smell of a wolf but also the super prediction and sixth sense of a wolf!

The guy opposite is extremely dangerous—this is the premonition given by the power of the wolf! Moreover, the aura from this guy doesn't smell like a human at all!

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