Easy Victory

"Really?"

"Can Chen Feng do it?"

"I feel like Chen Feng's gotten a bit buffer?"

"Hey, now that you mention it, I think so too. Did he go work out on his own?"

In the training class, as Chen Feng and Zheng Qiang stood facing each other, quite a few trainees watched from both sides with keen interest.

Even Xu Dongtai and Yu Shan were puzzled, not rushing to spar, but observing from a distance instead.

"Dong Ge, what do you think the coach is thinking?"

"Wasn't Chen Feng always the bottom of the barrel? Isn't he afraid Zheng Qiang will beat him to a pulp?"

Lackey Zhou Xin stood at the side and asked in a low voice, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

No one answered, because countless people shared the same doubt.

But yet, facing the gazes fixed on him.

Chen Feng remained calm, even silently putting on his gloves and protective gear.

"Quite the act."

Zheng Qiang stood across the open space and raised an eyebrow.

He didn't believe the other didn't know his own strength.

To actually dare accept the spar, and stay so composed—maybe there really was something to him.

"You're not wearing gear?" Chen Feng asked, glancing at the other's unprotected head.

"To fight you? No need."

Zheng Qiang's eyes darkened. He only put on gloves, saying it deliberately.

Seeing this, Chen Feng said nothing more, just squinting at the other's head.

Looks like he'd have to go easy.

Tap tap!

In an instant, both stood firm, ready.

Eyes locked. As Chen Feng assumed his stance, a cold gleam flashed in Zheng Qiang's eyes.

"Whether your skill is real or fake, I'll find out by trying!"

Without another word, Zheng Qiang's gaze sharpened, and he immediately stepped forward and rushed out.

Whoosh!

In an instant, Zheng Qiang in his black vest seemed to turn into a cheetah.

With a tap, his foot landed.

He stabilized his center of gravity and suddenly appeared half a meter in front of Chen Feng.

Eyes met. His bronze right arm swung up, elbow slightly bent, waist and back driving the force.

Boom!

The next second.

A whistling wind sounded as his fist tore through the air, heading straight for Chen Feng's face!

"So fast!"

A trainee watching exclaimed.

"Why isn't Chen Feng dodging?"

Lin Hao's face was grim, and the other trainees' hearts clenched in secret.

Zheng Qiang's punch power was 80kg. Not dodging at all—was he just planning to surrender?

Thud!

!!

Suddenly, a dull sound rang out.

Everyone's thoughts shattered in an instant, and the world before their eyes froze.

"How could this be!"

Zhou Xin exclaimed, his face full of shock.

Yu Shan's expression turned doubtful, Xu Dongtai's gaze sharpened.

Looking along the flow, they saw that fierce bronze fist forced to a halt midair.

It was a pair of powerful hands.

A left palm swept across, five fingers gripped tightly.

Accurate and unyielding, it caught Zheng Qiang's fist.

"Impossible!"

Zheng Qiang's gaze sharpened, shock flickering through his heart.

He had actually been blocked?

And it looked like this guy was doing it pretty easily?

The thought flashed by, and then he felt the weight of everyone's stares.

His blood heated, and Zheng Qiang wanted to burst free and throw another punch.

Hum!

But in the next second.

A faster fist appeared.

The wind howled, five fingers gripped tightly.

Chen Feng yanked hard with his left palm, instantly breaking Zheng Qiang's center of gravity, making his body sway and tip forward.

Then, his right shoulder moved.

His sturdy right arm blasted out from his waist, his back driving the power, his right foot stepping around.

The fist wind intensified—faster, fiercer, stronger!

Boom!!!

In an instant, the fist slammed into his cheek. Zheng Qiang's head snapped to the side, skin rippling and quivering like waves on water.

Pain, tearing!

His mind churned, shock and fury blazing in his eyes.

This guy had been hiding his strength!

It hurt!

His thoughts scattered, his body wobbled.

Unwilling to lose like this, too ashamed to admit defeat.

Zheng Qiang gritted his teeth, trying to steady himself.

Boom!

Another punch!

Chen Feng's gaze was sharp. His left palm had withdrawn at some point, now clenched into a fist.

Elbow slightly bent, he struck diagonally from the left!

Boom!!

Another dull thud sank into flesh, smashing Zheng Qiang's head into a sea of stars, his eyes rolling white.

Then, within everyone's sight, his body swayed and crashed to the ground.

In an instant.

The atmosphere went still.

The crowd stared, frozen. Lin Hao and Zhou Xin's mouths hung open.

Xu Dongtai's eyes narrowed into thin slits.

That trace of danger he'd sensed the other day—was it real?

Watching Chen Feng's calm expression, not even out of breath.

Xu Dongtai realized he might have overlooked a formidable opponent.

"No way, right?"

A student snapped out of it, blurting out.

The silence broke, and murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"Awesome!"

"Chen Feng's this fierce? Damn, I really underestimated him!"

"Amateur Fourth Dan—that punch just now was definitely at Amateur Fourth Dan level, right?"

Noisy voices buzzed by his ears. Chen Feng silently took off his protective gear and gloves.

Looking at Zheng Qiang, who lay unconscious on the ground, he rubbed his own fist, thoughts racing through his mind.

I held back too much on the first punch.

The second one was pretty good.

I probably didn't crack his skull, did I?

"Take him to the infirmary. Nothing serious. Spray some healing mist, and he'll wake up on his own soon."

Coach Lu had walked up at some point, glanced briefly at Zheng Qiang, and confirmed he was fine.

He waved a hand, and soon some trainees stepped forward to carry Zheng Qiang away.

"You've got some restraint, kid."

Turning to look at Chen Feng, Coach Lu's eyes gleamed with a restrained, flickering excitement.

This kid.

He'd finally had his breakthrough.

That footwork just now—besides Sanshou, there seemed to be a hint of Judo in it?

Had he grasped the basics of Judo in a single day?

Thoughts raced through his mind one after another, and the more he looked at Chen Feng, the more satisfied he felt.

"How do you feel?"

He asked.

"Not bad."

Chen Feng said with a smile, catching the stunned expressions of the other trainees out of the corner of his eye.

All eyes on him—this was how it should be.

No one disliked being watched.

And from being completely unknown at the start to reaching this point now.

It had only been a little over ten days.

"Heh, looks like you've truly awakened in martial arts."

Coach Lu said with a laugh, stepping forward to pat him on the shoulder.

He didn't say more, only glancing at Xu Dongtai in the distance from the corner of his eye.

He had to admit, until now, he'd always thought Xu Dongtai was the best.

But now...

Shaking his head, he quickly brushed past Chen Feng and began instructing the others to pair up for sparring.

"Chen Feng, holy shit, you're something else!"

Lin Hao crept over, his eyes brimming with intense surprise and curiosity.

"It's only been a few days, and you've already taken off?"

"How do you train? Come on, can you tell me the secret to your punches?"

A barrage of questions came flying out, and Chen Feng just shrugged.

"I just train normally."

"Sweat a bit more, and it works out."

Damn!

Lin Hao shot him a glare, his face helpless.

Are those even human words?

Shaking his head inwardly, he dropped the topic, tactfully not pressing further.

Then, he glanced at Xu Dongtai in the distance.

Seeing him sparring with Yu Shan, each punch fierce and violent, the fight ended quickly.

Lin Hao's gaze shifted, and soon he grinned slyly. "Looks like the Core Disciple assessment just got a lot more interesting."

"You and Xu Dongtai, tsk tsk."