"Huh? What are you talking about? I'm a little confused. What chicken? Do rich people need to raise chickens?" Hua Xuanxuan is Korean, so she still doesn't understand these words.
Yang Feng did not reply, but quietly waited for the auction to begin. He did not intend to use his divine sense, as it would be too energy-consuming.
Less than three minutes later, a hint of fear flashed in Hua Xuanxuan's beautiful eyes. Suddenly, as if she had thought of something terrible, she turned to look at Yang Feng and quickly said:
"Mr. Yang, I almost forgot!"
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Chapter 319 Auction in Progress
"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.
Upon hearing this, Liu Cheng felt a surge of anger, but he was also helpless. What he said was indeed true; while he was making progress, others were also making progress.
But he was certain that if he put in twice as much effort as him, he would definitely be able to easily defeat him!
"Alright, what you say makes sense, but can you withstand this blow from me now?!"
Liu Cheng took a deep breath, staring intently at Yang Feng, his fist transforming into a palm, and all the internal energy within him gathered at this point.
This was a martial arts technique that the elite soldier Su Nan had once taught him, which he treasured and was extremely grateful to him for.
Instantly, a palm strike was unleashed.
It flew in a strange arc towards Yang Feng at high speed.
Liu Cheng's arm seemed to be wrapped by the wind, and a small vortex appeared in front of his palm, faintly carrying the whistling sound of wind breaking.
"Nine Profound Palm, Fifth Form, First Form!"
Liu Cheng suddenly roared, his aura surging up as if he had already surpassed the Yellow Rank.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding soldiers were already stunned, and hearing the whistling sound in their ears, their hearts surged with excitement.
"Can we humans really reach such terrifying limits?!"
One soldier couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "Even an accidental slap from that palm could hurt a lot."
All the soldiers clenched their fists, their excitement beyond words. This time, that man was definitely going to lose.
Yang Feng's gaze sharpened. Even a Xuan-level martial artist would likely suffer serious injury if they forcibly took this palm strike, indicating that a situation of fighting beyond one's level had already occurred.
No wonder they're from the base.
Yang Feng slightly raised his hand, clenched his fist, and unleashed a burst of spiritual energy that swirled around it, colliding fiercely with the palm that was striking him.
"Bang!!"
Suddenly, a sound like a bomb exploding erupted.
With the sound, a figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashed to the ground, slid for dozens of meters, and slowly came to a complete stop.
Yang Feng did not use any martial arts techniques or Tai Chi; he simply exchanged punches with Yang Feng, relying entirely on the overwhelming power of his opponent.
No matter how many martial arts skills or special techniques one possesses, they are all pale in comparison to absolute strength.
One punch is all it takes to send him flying!
Everyone was stunned. They had thought that Instructor Liu Cheng was full of momentum, but he was sent flying by a punch that the young man casually raised.
That's absolutely outrageous.
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"Quickly, everyone, let's sneak in while we have the chance. We can't let the instructor's sacrifice be in vain."
Long Xukun quickly waved his hand and led his comrades behind him to knock out several guards on the perimeter of the base. They then quickly infiltrated the base and successfully entered the interior.
After all, most of the soldiers here were attracted by Yang Feng's grand display, leaving only a few guards, who naturally couldn't withstand Long Xukun and others who had been tempered by the potion.
"Huh? Someone broke in, and not just one person... no, an entire huge team infiltrated. How are they guarding it? Why isn't anyone stopping them?"
The person speaking was Hao Qi, the army commander of the Northwest Region troops. He stared intently at the red dots that had infiltrated the area on the combat screen and quickly relayed the message over the walkie-talkie.
But surprisingly, no one answered the phone, which was the strangest thing.
"Commander Hao, look closely at the combat screen. Most of our base's soldiers are gathered in this area of the training ground, it seems..."
"It seems they have suffered a complete defeat—"
The speaker was a slightly thin middle-aged man with a furrowed brow, pointing his large finger at the battle screen as he spoke.
"How is this possible? With so many soldiers guarding our base, how could they all be wiped out? What could have caused this?!"
Commander Hao frowned in bewilderment, his brows furrowing into a deep frown as he stared intently at the battle screen, his heart filled with anxiety.
After all, there are regulations during exercises that stipulate that the corps commander cannot leave at will until one side is defeated or the exercise ends.