When Yang Feng saw Liu Cheng, a slight smile appeared on his lips. He hadn't expected to encounter a martial artist in this place.
Although...
His strength was mediocre, far inferior to the middle-aged Xuan-rank man from Yunmeng Mountain.
Naturally, the cultivation techniques Yang Feng practiced would be recognized by ordinary martial artists who could see the fluctuations in his aura and mistake him for a martial artist.
All the soldiers focused their attention on Liu Cheng, forgetting their pain and their eyes filled with undisguised anticipation.
I look forward to the young man who will take them all down and kneel at his feet.
In the past, the Northwest Region troops and the Southwest Region troops conducted combat exercises, and naturally, the Northwest Region troops lost, and lost completely.
At the beginning, Liu Cheng, with his overwhelming strength, led an elite team of two hundred soldiers to defeat more than a thousand special forces soldiers.
However, he was ultimately defeated in an instant by that elite soldier, Su Nan.
He fought that elite soldier for less than ten seconds before losing.
This means they will lose completely.
The strength of that elite soldier Su Nan was once announced to the public as that of a martial arts master at the mid-stage of the Profound Rank.
Liu Cheng had no complaints. He accepted his defeat wholeheartedly, as the difference in strength was simply too great. At that time, he was only a mid-stage Yellow Rank martial artist.
From then on, he began to train and practice martial arts like crazy. Now he has reached the peak of the Yellow Rank and is waiting for an opportunity to break through the bottleneck and reach the upper level of martial arts.
Mysterious Rank!
"So, what are you trying to say?"
At this moment, Yang Feng smiled faintly, a calm and unhurried smile on his face, and raised an eyebrow.
"Being able to defeat seven hundred people, your strength should be among the top in the martial arts world. Come on—let me test just how strong you are!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Cheng rushed towards Yang Feng with lightning speed, unleashing a punch that was barely perceptible to the naked eye.
He was extremely confident. In the army, the only person who could rival or be afraid of him was that one elite soldier. Everyone else was no match for him!
Yang Feng's gaze sharpened; he was equally confident in his own strength.
How could a cultivator be inferior to a martial artist?!
His upright body stood still, and his fist, equally unwilling to be outdone, suddenly slammed towards him.
"boom!"
Like a huge air explosion, it suddenly erupted in the training field, echoing in the surroundings and in everyone's ears.
Yang Feng took a small step back, a slight smile playing on his lips, and looked at Liu Cheng, who had taken six or seven steps back, their eyes meeting.
The look of horror in his eyes was clearly visible.
"You're also at the peak of the Yellow Rank? No, you're a Profound Rank martial artist?! How is that possible!"
Liu Cheng was immediately astonished. This person was really too young, and he was able to defeat him. This really shocked him.
"Didn't you say you came to test my strength? Continue!"
After saying that, Yang Feng's expression turned cold; he hadn't used his full strength in that punch.
He suddenly rushed forward, a gust of wind rising wherever he went, and raised his fist to strike.
Liu Cheng, as expected of the head instructor, reacted extremely quickly, barely dodging the punch with his years of combat experience, but then came the next punch...
He could no longer dodge, and forced himself to raise his fist to fight back.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
One after another, the sounds of explosions echoed.
The soldiers around them were completely stunned by what they saw. Spiderweb-like cracks, though small, were left on the floor wherever they went.
That's incredible.
Liu Cheng was relentlessly attacked by Yang Feng, leaving him powerless to fight back, and he felt extremely frustrated.
"Your skill has exceeded my expectations. If you give me another year, I guarantee I can defeat you, or even crush you!"
Liu Cheng retreated desperately until he was five meters away from Yang Feng, then stopped. He felt a slight tightness in his chest, probably due to blood stasis.
"Hehe, is that so?"
Yang Feng stared at him with a half-smile. What he said wasn't wrong. If he were really given a year, although he couldn't defeat him, he could still contend with him.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 185 Inevitable Victory
"Give you a year? Ha! Are you an idiot? While you're making progress, don't you think others are making progress too?"
"Give me a year, and I can take you down with a single finger. Besides, I didn't even use my full strength just now, understand?"
Yang Feng smiled disdainfully, his deep eyes fixed on Liu Cheng, who was full of resentment, and then he spoke.