Chapter 48

Regarding what Qin Shuyu said, none of the students below the stage opposed it; instead, they found it reasonable.

After all, Zhou Yuhu was the third-place winner of the school's martial arts competition, and even some of the martial arts teachers praised him, saying that Zhou Yuhu would make a name for himself in the city's martial arts competition. It was even more absurd to think that he would be teaching a lesson to the thin and weak Shi Feng, which was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

"Now that he's so tough, I bet Shi Feng will beg for mercy in a moment."

"Do you even need to say that? Do you know who Zhou Yuhu is? I bet Shi Feng will be on the ground in less than 10 seconds."

The male students in the class whispered about Shi Feng's fate and laughed.

"What's wrong with all of you? How can you treat your own classmates like this?" Zhao Ruoxi looked at the students in the class, her face filled with anger as she questioned them.

The students in the class fell silent immediately, but their eyes showed disdain when they looked at Zhao Ruoxi.

A well-dressed girl pouted and said softly, "Pfft, just because you have a bit of beauty, do you think anyone would listen to you if it weren't for Brother Long?"

The other girls nodded in agreement, not taking the class monitor seriously at all.

Although the girl's voice was low, everyone present heard her clearly. Lin Feilong, who was nearby, felt refreshed and enjoyed it.

Zhao Ruoxi, angry, turned her head away and no longer looked at them.

Lin Feilong walked over and said gently, "Ruoxi, I know you have to take responsibility as the class monitor, but this is something Shi Feng brought upon himself, and it can't be blamed on everyone. Besides, with Shi Feng's small build, no one believes he can win. You're just throwing money into the water. I'll go talk to Brother Hu later and tell him not to take your money; everything will be paid back by Shi Feng."

"I helped Shi Feng because I am the class monitor, but I never thought about getting the money back," Zhao Ruoxi glanced at Lin Feilong and said coldly, "As for you, you've already taken the recommendation qualification that should have been Shi Feng's. Now you're not helping him at all, and you're standing here making sarcastic remarks. Aren't you worried about being criticized by others?"

"Moreover, how can this be called a sparring match? One is the third-place winner of the school, and the other is a student who doesn't even know martial arts. How can you say it with a straight face?"

Every word Zhao Ruoxi said was like a sharp needle, piercing Lin Feilong's heart. Coupled with her elegant and refined appearance, there was an indescribable power that struck Lin Feilong's heart, making him pale with anger and speechless.

As Zhao Ruoxi said, each class had a certain number of recommendation qualifications, which were only given to the top twenty students based on academic performance. However, he had barely managed to get the qualification to participate in the city's martial arts competition. If others knew that he, the great Lin Feilong, didn't even have a recommendation qualification, it would be a huge embarrassment.

The school had previously considered such face-saving issues, so they stipulated that the top five students, even if their academic performance was poor, could still get the recommendation qualification. However, he was only the ninth place, so he naturally couldn't get it. Therefore, he suggested this matter to the school. The school, seeing that Lin Feilong was ranked thirtieth, not far from the top twenty, agreed to his request, but on the condition that someone was willing to give up their qualification. As for how to get others to give up their qualifications, it was up to Lin Feilong.

He originally used the collective interest of the class and his own strength to pressure the weakling Shi Feng, and then gave him a little benefit, and the matter would be settled. However, he never expected that Shi Feng's actions would be completely different from what he had imagined. It seemed that Shi Feng didn't take him seriously at all and didn't care about his threats. Now, he was even ridiculed by Zhao Ruoxi, and the anger in his heart was like a raging fire that couldn't be extinguished.

"You're right, this isn't an equal sparring match, but can you blame others for Shi Feng's weakness? Who agreed to the match? You can't blame me."

Lin Feilong, with bloodshot eyes, glanced at Zhao Ruoxi. If it weren't for her beautiful and alluring appearance, he would have slapped her long ago. However, he held back; using force was absolutely unwise, and Zhao Ruoxi's family background was not simple. If something went wrong, it would be the end of his life. Thinking about the future, where he could play with Zhao Ruoxi, his anger subsided slightly.

"You little brat, just wait and see." Lin Feilong stared at Shi Feng on the stage, making a silent vow.

Shi Feng on the stage felt Lin Feilong's hostility and smiled disdainfully.

However, he admitted one thing Lin Feilong said.

This wasn't an equal sparring match.

In his previous life, although his physical condition was not as good as those top martial artists, he could still defeat them. This was because he had experienced life-and-death battles in the Divine Realm. What is a hero who has survived a hundred battles? It's hard not to become a hero or an expert after surviving a hundred battles.

Like many martial arts masters, they train on the edge of a thousand-foot cliff, using the feeling of being on the brink of death to train and improve themselves. However, this method is too dangerous, and ordinary people absolutely cannot do it, as it can easily lead to madness or death.

After experiencing so many extremely realistic life-and-death battles in the Divine Realm, his combat experience and skills improved rapidly, far surpassing the level of the national martial arts competition.

Ten years later, any melee player with a bit of fame could easily defeat the current martial arts champion of Jinhai City, let alone him, the president of the Shadow Guild.

The school's martial arts competition, in his eyes, was just like children playing house. Not to mention, his current physical condition was even better than it would be ten years later. Dealing with five or six Lin Feilongs would be a piece of cake.

"You little brat, you still have the leisure to look around. Just wait and see how I deal with you!" Zhou Yuhu said as he charged at Shi Feng, slapping him in the face to make him lose face.

Shi Feng saw this action clearly and did not move. Facing someone stronger than him, he casually punched Zhou Yuhu's face, completely ignoring Zhou Yuhu's slap.

Zhou Yuhu did not expect Shi Feng's punch to be so accurate, directly aiming at his face. Instinctively, he used both hands to block the punch.

Seeing Zhou Yuhu's action, Shi Feng's lips curled up, and he quickly delivered a hand strike to Zhou Yuhu's neck, as fast as lightning. Zhou Yuhu could not react in time and was hit by Shi Feng's hand strike, which cut through his neck's major artery like a surgical knife.

Instantly, Zhou Yuhu felt his vision blur and a sense of suffocation, and his whole body became weak.

Shi Feng did not give Zhou Yuhu a chance to catch his breath and punched him in the side of the abdomen. Zhou Yuhu tried to resist, but his body did not obey him. He felt as if his intestines were being cut by a knife, and a mouthful of yellow water spewed out of his mouth. His vision became blurry, and he couldn't even scream.

Zhou Yuhu instinctively wanted to fall, but Shi Feng did not give him the chance. He punched Zhou Yuhu in the side of the abdomen again and then hit his ribs several times. After a series of straight punches, Zhou Yuhu vomited all the acid in his stomach and fell to the ground like a dead dog.

The entire venue fell silent, becoming deathly quiet.

Everything happened too quickly, too fast for everyone to react.

At this moment, the martial arts teacher, who was the referee, finally reacted and immediately announced the end of the match, declaring Shi Feng the winner. He then rushed to Zhou Yuhu's side to check if he was okay.

He really didn't expect that Zhou Yuhu, who had just won third place in the school, would not even be a match for this thin young man.

This was not because Zhou Yuhu was weak, but because the thin young man who had just left was too strong. He had watched several of Zhou Yuhu's matches and knew that Zhou Yuhu was absolutely strong, at least as strong as he was.

After checking the injuries, the martial arts teacher was stunned. The technique was simply terrifying, each move was perfectly executed, breaking only two or three ribs without causing serious injury. Zhou Yuhu's chest would hurt for over a month to recover.