You Are the First Outstanding Young Talent I've Ever Met

Captain Li offered a reminder.

"Su Fei, be careful. Zhao Feiying has been practicing the Crimson Fiend Fist for twenty years and is close to the Major Accomplishment Realm. Combined with these Mysterious Iron Gauntlets, his power can increase by another thirty percent."

Captain Li, who had the best relationship with Su Fei, feared he would be at a disadvantage. He drew his saber, intending to move forward and assist, but Zhao Feiying struck the back of his saber with a blast of Innate True Qi.

With a "clang," the Spring Embroidered Saber was knocked from his hand. Captain Li felt a searing surge of energy spread up his arm. His chest throbbed with pain, and he stumbled backward, crashing into a tent pole.

Seeing Zhao Feiying's brutality, it was clear why the Qingzhou Army's second-in-command had such a fearsome reputation.

The other Imperial Guard Hundred Households Officers who had wanted to help hesitated, remaining rooted to the spot.

"Overestimating yourself."

Zhao Feiying snorted coldly, his assault relentless. His fists rained down on Su Fei's face like a storm.

Su Fei's eyes sharpened. He circulated the Nine Yang Divine Art at full power, a faint golden glow appearing on his palm.

"Dragon Appears in the Field."

Golden palm shadows surged forth like a colossal wave, colliding with Zhao Feiying's Crimson Fiend Fist.

Zhao Feiying felt an immense force surge into him. The energy from his gauntlets instantly dissipated, and his arms went numb.

Zhao Feiying's face was filled with shock.

"Impossible! We're both in the Xiantian Realm, and I'm the Qingzhou Army's Number One Xiantian."

Facing the foremost expert of the Qingzhou Army, Su Fei showed no intention of holding back.

"Soaring Dragon in the Sky."

A long dragon's roar echoed.

Golden dragon-shaped True Qi coiled and ascended, blasting towards Zhao Feiying's chest with a dragon's cry.

Zhao Feiying hastily crossed his arms in front of him, unleashing all his Innate True Qi to block.

Then, with a crisp "crack," the Mysterious Iron Gauntlets were torn apart by the True Qi.

He flew backward like a kite with a snapped string, spewing blood from his mouth.

His hair was disheveled.

He looked as pathetic as one could possibly look.

"What kind of palm technique is that?"

Zhao Feiying struggled to stand, only to find his chest caved in, his True Qi scattered. He was clearly severely injured, his eyes filled with unwillingness and shock.

Su Fei walked slowly before him.

"The palm technique that will take your dog life."

Under Zhao Feiying's despairing gaze, Su Fei gracefully struck his Dantian, completely crippling his martial cultivation.

Afterward, a Hundred Households Officer stepped forward and bound Zhao Feiying's hands with ropes.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the mission: Arms case! Reward: Floating Light Shadowy Movement Skill, sixty years of cultivation. Do you wish to claim it now?]

No rush for that.

Zhao Feiying felt the True Qi in his Dantian completely dissipate. His face turned ashen, but a frenzied glint appeared in his eyes. He looked towards the White Lotus envoy, who was currently locked in combat with Commander Feng, and pleaded for help.

"White Lotus envoy, save me quickly! I know all of the Qingzhou Army's defensive positions. Zhao Feiying is still useful. I'll join the White Lotus Sect right now. Take me with you, and I'll tell you everything."

He knew too well the torturous methods of the Imperial Guard's Heavenly Prison. Falling into their hands would be worse than death.

The White Lotus envoy glanced at the collapsed Zhao Feiying out of the corner of his eye.

After a moment's hesitation, a cold smile curled his lips.

"You can't even defeat someone of the same level. The Divine Cult doesn't need trash. What value do you have now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his palms forward, gray energy condensing into a giant white lotus.

The white lotus exploded, sending out gusts of wind that forced Commander Feng to retreat repeatedly.

Seizing this opening, he suddenly leaped up and struck the tent above him with his palm.

The tent was torn open by the palm strike, revealing the night sky.

The White Lotus envoy's toes tapped on the tent's wooden beams, and he shot into the darkness like a great bird, leaving only a chilling remark in the air.

"Feng Changqing, your Stone Splitting Hand is quite good. Our next meeting will be your death."

"Long Teng, listen carefully. The poison of our White Lotus Sect is not so easily cured."

"And you, Su Fei, I have high hopes for you. We'll talk again next time."

Su Fei was speechless. Brother, what time is it? You're about to escape, and you still want to recruit me.

"White Lotus envoy, don't run! We haven't decided the winner yet."

Commander Feng was anxious and angry. He had been fighting this guy for so long without capturing him, yet Su Fei had effortlessly crippled Zhao Feiying.

In comparison, the two were worlds apart.

He felt his face flush. Seeing the other party trying to escape, he immediately gave chase.

The tent fell silent.

Long Teng had been forcing himself to stand. Upon seeing the White Lotus envoy flee, his mind relaxed, and the poison within his body instantly erupted.

He collapsed to the ground with a groan, his face ashen and dark as ink, gasping for air.

"Commander Long."

Several Imperial Guard Hundred Households Officers quickly stepped forward, taking out antidotes they carried and feeding them to him.

After swallowing all the medicine, Long Teng's complexion did not improve. Instead, it grew darker and more terrifying.

The Imperial Guard Hundred Households Officers exchanged glances.

Long Teng weakly waved his hand.

"It's no use. This poison is very potent. Don't waste your effort. Ordinary antidotes can't possibly cure what can poison a Grandmaster like me."

Just then, Su Fei walked over.

"Commander Long, let me try."

Before Long Teng could respond, Su Fei helped him up.

Placing his palms on Long Teng's back, he circulated the fifth layer of the Nine Yang Divine Art to its fullest. A stream of supreme yang True Qi flowed into Long Teng's body like a warm current.

Wherever it passed through the meridians, the coiled black poisonous qi dissolved like snow meeting the morning sun.

In just a moment, the ashen and dark color on Long Teng's face faded, and the congestion in his chest also significantly eased.

Long Teng clearly felt a surge of powerful, masculine energy circulating within his body, pushing the residual poison out bit by bit.

Long Teng was both surprised and delighted, feeling greatly astonished.

"What powerful internal energy cultivation! Young friend Su, I never expected your internal energy cultivation to be so profound at such a young age. I truly don't know how you cultivated it."

"I've seen many young talents from Qingzhou, but this is the first time I've encountered one as outstanding as you."

Su Fei withdrew his palms and stood up.

"It's just some basic internal energy cultivation. By chance, it had some detoxifying effect. Commander Long is too kind."

Long Teng struggled to sit up, his gaze towards Su Fei filled with gratitude and admiration.

"Young friend Su, I offer my deepest thanks. I owe you a great favor. Should you ever need my assistance in the future, the Qingzhou Army will not refuse."

He now understood why Commander Feng held this young General Banner Officer in such high regard.

At such a young age, his martial cultivation had already reached the Xiantian Realm, indicating exceptional martial arts talent. He was skilled at solving cases, and even his internal energy cultivation was so peculiar that it could detoxify. Such a talent had an immeasurable future.

After all, when navigating the martial world, the greatest fear was poison, or trickery like stupefying drugs and mists. If one accidentally fell victim, they would be at the mercy of others.

Captain Li stepped forward and looked at Zhao Feiying, who lay on the ground like a defeated dog, his cultivation crippled, and said in a deep voice.

"Su Fei, how should we handle this fellow?"

Su Fei glanced at Zhao Feiying and replied calmly.

"Wait for Commander Feng to return. Take him back and throw him into the Imperial Guard's Heavenly Prison."

"Excellent. In our Imperial Guard's Heavenly Prison, he will surely learn the consequences."

Not long after, Commander Feng returned, his face etched with lingering dejection, a few blades of grass clinging to his robes.

He grumbled.

"Let that guy get away."