Urban All-Round Master

"Kid, do you believe that I’ll smash your head into pulp with one punch?"

Before long, the burly man from the first round stepped up boldly. From the first round of duels, Lin Zifeng knew the man in front of him had immense strength, but his weakness lay in his speed. There’s no way to engage him in close combat; if caught in a melee, Lin Zifeng would likely be reduced to pulp under his heavy fists.

"If you’re capable of that, feel free to smash my head into any shape you like, even a meat pie," Lin Zifeng chuckled, dismissively brushing off the big man’s boasts.

Following this, the white-robed youth from the earlier duel also slowly walked up. At this moment, the youth was dressed in a different set of white robes. After the intense battle with Situ Mingzheng, she had consumed a lot of energy and suffered some injuries. Fortunately, the white-robed youth had strong recovery abilities, and within less than an hour, she had regained her power, with her injuries significantly healed.

The three stood apart, surrounding Lin Zifeng. Should Lin Zifeng make the slightest move, the three would certainly obliterate him instantly. Yet, truly killing Lin Zifeng easily was far from simple.

The three exchanged glances, united in their hostility, with eyes filled with fierce determination. It seemed unanimous through eye contact that this time, Lin Zifeng had to be killed no matter what. They all sensed Lin Zifeng’s terrifying potential; so young and yet possessing such strength. Inevitably, he would grow into a Great Power, posing a significant threat to their Duchy in the future. Should they not seize this opportunity to eliminate him, he could become a formidable enemy within years.

Envoys from both Duchies knew that if this guy didn’t die today, he posed a serious threat to them. Even if they killed him today, it would be his own fault for recklessly challenging three people alone. When three joined forces to beat him to death, there would be a rational explanation.

"Kid, are you ready?" The burly man bowed his head, breathing heavily, fists tightly clenched, as his whole body concentrated force into his fists.

Those iron fists were his most formidable weapon.

"Do you think I need to prepare?" Lin Zifeng smirked, glancing disdainfully at the big man.

"Great! I’ll definitely blow your head up within three moves!" The burly man roared loudly, his speed like a flash of cold lightning, as he rushed toward Lin Zifeng.

"Take this punch from me!"

Though seemingly fast, the burly man’s speed was a disadvantage. Lin Zifeng saw him moving as slow as an ant.

"Whoosh..."

The iron fist plunged through the air, inciting an unstoppable thundering force, yet Lin Zifeng stood before the big man without flinching, allowing the fist to approach him, showing no sign of intending to evade.

Could this kid not want to live? At that instant, uncertainty crept into the burly man’s heart. Facing his full-force punch, Lin Zifeng didn’t dodge—was he courting death? Or could he have an even deadlier trick?

"Haha, it’s slow more than just a little," Lin Zifeng’s lips curled into a cold smile amidst the critical moment, while meeting the big man’s gaze, his iron fist swung to clash with the big man’s fist.

"Bang!"

A dull, heavy sound echoed as the meat fists collided. With a crack, the sound of bones breaking accompanied, and the burly man suddenly screamed in agony at the sky, clutching his right fist while staggering back, eventually losing gravity and falling backwards. If not for the white-robed youth’s support, he would have fallen flat on his back.

"Argh!!!"

Tears almost streamed down the big man’s face from the pain; Lin Zifeng’s punch was so dominating that it almost rendered his whole arm useless.

"Pain! Pain! So painful!"

The big man gritted his yellow teeth, his arm fiercely tingling, the bones in his fist shattered, exposing white shards beneath broken flesh. If Lin Zifeng hadn’t shown a little mercy, not only would bones protrude, but he might have lost the whole arm.

Hua Tianfeng and the white-robed youth watched the scene unfold, furrowing their brows and exchanging glances. Apart from a tremendous shock, their eyes revealed deep concerns. This guy was too strong.

The burly man was renowned for his brute strength, with a robust body. In speed, he may falter, but his power was formidable. Even if Hua Tianfeng and the white-robed youth teamed up, they may not withstand a punch from him. Yet Lin Zifeng casually matched his fist, coming out unscathed, while the burly man was nearly writhing on the ground in agony.

"Wow..."

The crowd roared and bubbled with excitement once more, following Lin Zifeng’s bold display. Now everyone in the Lianyun Empire recognized Lin Zifeng’s might and brimming with excitement.

Earlier, many youths from Dongfang Xiao’s National Institute doubted Lin Zifeng. Now seeing Lin Zifeng’s overwhelming strength, they all aspired to emulate him.

The pretty teacher who saved Lin Zifeng in the Demon Beast Forest was present, her beautiful eyes shining brightly, unable to suppress her excitement.

"So handsome, Brother Lin, you’re so handsome!"

"No! Brother Lin, you’re not just handsome, you’re outrageously handsome, incredibly striking!"

"Brother Lin, do you have a girlfriend? If not, can I be your girlfriend?"

"I want to have Brother Lin’s babies..."

The students below from the National Institute clamored openly among the crowd, causing Lin Zifeng on the Martial Arts Arena stage to sweat in embarrassment.

"Hmph, having babies? You’re the monkeys; all of you are monkeys; your whole family is monkeys!" Dongfang Xiao heard this and objected. Why should they have Brother Lin’s babies? She should be the one having them.

The girls’ jealousy and dissatisfaction made mischief.

"Ah, these young brats from the National Institute," Emperor Liu shook his head with a wry smile.

The National Institute was the highest academy in the whole Lianyun Empire, likened to the top aristocratic school in the Mortal World. Only noble, high-ranking officials and aristocrats of the Lianyun Empire could enroll.

It was indeed the most outstanding among the empire’s sons. Of course, Emperor Liu wasn’t foolish; every year, he also admitted scholars with fewer resources but exceptional talent into the National Institute.

Dongfang Ziyue’s eyes more determinedly affirmed Lin Zifeng as a superpower!

Even Situ Mingzheng, who earlier fought him to a draw, had to reconsider Lin Zifeng.

"Damn!"

Situ Xuan stood up in one movement, glaring with panicked eyes, his eyes bloodshot, thinking his eyes were playing tricks—unbelievable...

(Merry Christmas everyone, yesterday Huahua worked hard on writing, today on Christmas can’t play again.)