"Strength is what matters most; might makes right. In my eyes, you are too weak. Compared to me, you are like ants, easily killed with a single kick."
The underlings' lips twitched violently, their faces filled with utter speechlessness. Today, they had actually been defeated by their leader.
But they dared not say anything, after all, his strength was undeniable, and everyone knew that he had taken away more than a dozen people in an instant.
It's true what they say, one kick can kill a whole bunch of people.
Every one of them, a vigorous and spirited young man, admired a very powerful person, especially someone like Yang Feng, who could kill without leaving a trace. They had long felt awe and fear towards his strength.
The next moment, a soft, seemingly relaxed voice came from Yang Feng's mouth.
"Do you know why I've gathered you all here today? Because today I will train you into a strong warrior."
Upon hearing this, everyone, including Hengqing, suddenly brightened up and their bodies trembled with excitement.
They all longed to become masters like Yang Feng.
But I may never surpass him in this lifetime.
“If any of you work hard, you can at least reach this level. Just watch.”
As he spoke, Yang Feng smiled slightly, then suddenly punched a wall hard, creating a small spiral.
"Bang!!"
On the white cement wall, a dark fist print is deeply imprinted, still emitting wisps of hot white smoke.
It's horrifying.
The underlings' eyes nearly popped out, their mouths agape as if they could fit a duck egg inside.
Yang Feng patted the lime off his hands and looked at the black hole in the wall that was still smoking; it was probably more than half a meter long.
If his arms weren't so long, he could have punched through a four- or five-meter-high wall.
Feeling the admiring gazes of the crowd, Yang Feng paused for a moment before asking, "Do you all think I'm not human?"
Immediately afterward, the underlings below nodded hurriedly, punching through the cement wall—something even a world boxing champion might not be able to do!
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 208 Orchid Gathering
"You don't need to be too surprised. On the surface, this world seems very peaceful and ordinary, but when you come into contact with certain things, you will realize that this world is not as simple as you think. On the contrary, it is quite complicated, with all sorts of strange and bizarre things."
Yang Feng noticed his stunned underlings and walked to the front row, speaking slowly.
Hengqing nodded heavily, expressing his affirmation, because he himself was a martial artist, albeit only at the half-step Yellow Rank.
But he used to think he was invincible and that no one in the world could beat him.
Unfortunately, he encountered someone even stronger than him, namely Yang Feng.
This made him realize that there are always people more capable than himself.
"Everyone here should have seen martial arts movies, right?" Yang Feng said, looking at them.
Everyone nodded in agreement; who among them hadn't dreamed of becoming a martial arts master in a wuxia film?
"These aren't just rumors. There really are martial arts masters in this world. You all saw my punch just now, right? Do you want to learn it?" Yang Feng said with a faint smile.
Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, and their hearts surged with excitement. Who wouldn't want to learn this?!
Seeing their eager expressions, Yang Feng's lips curled slightly, and he said, "Teaching you martial arts is not something I can do for free; you must make an equal contribution."
Upon hearing this, the underlings exchanged glances for a second, feeling somewhat disappointed.
"Of course, you can owe me for now, and you can repay me in the future."
Seeing their somewhat downcast mood, Yang Feng smiled slightly and said, "For example, after I teach you martial arts, you must integrate the underground forces within a month."
The reason he didn't want to take action personally was that he needed to give them some time to train. Otherwise, would he have to unify the underground forces across the country by himself? Wouldn't that be exhausting?
"Alright, enough of this nonsense. Go get me a piece of paper and a pen," Yang Feng said, turning his gaze to Heng Qing.
After receiving the pen and paper, Yang Feng wrote down the mental techniques for body conditioning in the paper, and then asked Heng Qing to send someone to make more than 900 copies, one for each person.
Much later.
The mantra and incantation were distributed, and the underlings held the blank sheets of paper, staring at the strings of characters on them with puzzlement. They even stumbled a bit when reading them, as if they were reading scriptures.
"You all need to memorize this content perfectly, and never forget it until you die. Also, you absolutely cannot spread it out, or you'll be treated as a traitor! Do you understand?!"
Yang Feng glanced at them and suddenly spoke.
"clear!"
The underlings shouted in unison.
Then, Yang Feng began to teach them. Only when they started to learn about gymnastics and body training did they clearly feel the power of the mental techniques, incantations, and gymnastic movements.
The pain was excruciating, and some people couldn't bear it and collapsed to the ground, their faces contorted in a frightening manner.
They didn't finish until evening, under Yang Feng's orders...
When Yang Feng left, he left them a lot of medicine, and each person only needed to drink a little.