A Thousand Jin of Strength

Xu Wenqing still remembered Shi Feng vividly.

Shi Feng had previously defeated Zhang Luowei, the champion of the School Fighting Tournament, earning even Chen Wu's lavish praise. No one had expected him to appear here now.

"No way." Chen Wu was also startled when he saw Shi Feng.

Although Shi Feng had been formidable in his memory, he had not yet reached the level of hidden strength. His appearance in the arena now was truly surprising.

The two stood on the ring, Thunder Leopard and Shi Feng forming a striking contrast.

Thunder Leopard wore a black tank top that revealed bronze-colored muscles. They were not grotesquely swollen, but balanced and powerful like a cheetah's, brimming with strength. His long hair hung loose, making him look like a savage. Coupled with the beastlike wild aura radiating from his entire body and his eagle-sharp gaze, he looked exactly like a ferocious beast, making people afraid to come within half a step of him.

Shi Feng, on the other hand, looked like the most ordinary college student imaginable. He possessed neither a sword-sharp aura nor a tall, muscular frame. He seemed utterly harmless, incapable of inspiring even the slightest caution.

A fight between these two was a match without any suspense at all, like a ferocious lion fighting an adorable white rabbit. There was nothing worth watching.

The blazing excitement in the stands was immediately doused with cold water.

"Wasn't this supposed to be a fight between two masters? Why was an ordinary college student brought in to join the fun?"

"Exactly. Even if Big Dipper wanted to promote Master Thunder Leopard, couldn't they have found a decent expert? What was the point of picking some greenhorn who hadn't even grown his feathers yet? What was there to watch? Even I could easily