" Lin Kong, may I take a look at your External Soul Bone?" Yu Feng asked, his eyes full of curiosity and anticipation.
"What?" Lin Kong raised an eyebrow and asked, his tone filled with eager fighting spirit, "You want to fight me one-on-one?"
Yu Feng waved his hands repeatedly, shaking his head like a rattle-drum. "No, no! I just wanted to see what the legendary External Soul Bone looks like, nothing else."
Lin Kong curled his lip, his interest vanishing completely, and uttered three words in a flat tone. "Boring."
Upon hearing this, the others' gazes became intrigued, and they all crossed their arms to watch the spectacle unfold.
They could tell that Yu Feng greatly envied Lin Kong's External Soul Bone, and now that Lin Kong had provoked him like this, he would definitely not be able to resist making a move.
"Good! Good! Good!" Yu Feng was indeed provoked and shouted "Good!" three times. He suddenly stood up, took two meters forward, raised his chin high, and looked at Lin Kong with a provocative expression. "Come on! Let's have a one-on-one fight! Do you think I'm afraid of you? It's just an External Soul Bone. Everyone has some trump cards!"
Osler immediately egged them on, slamming his fist on the table and shouting, "Let's have a competition! Let's have a competition! Yu Feng, what are you afraid of? Show some of the spirit of our Imperial Fighting Team!"
Shi Mo and Shi Mo joined in, making the scene lively.
Lin Kong strolled leisurely to Yu Feng, stretched his shoulders, and said in a relaxed tone, "I don't need External Soul Bone yet; I can take you down with my bare hands."
unarmed?
Everyone's heart skipped a beat, their curiosity piqued. Battles between Soul Master mostly relied on Martial Soul and Soul Skill; a bare-handed duel was truly a rare sight for them.
Lin Kong extended his right hand, beckoned to Yu Feng with his finger, and said calmly, "Ready? I'm about to make my move."
Yu Feng was quite angry at his dismissive attitude, but when it came to fighting him bare-handed, he suddenly felt a little lost.
His Martial Soul is the Wind Chime Bird, which is good at manipulating wind-attribute Soul Power for long-range attacks or using wind power to move quickly. It is not a type that is inclined to melee combat, and close combat is his fatal weakness.
If he could use his Martial Soul, he could fly directly into the air, seize air superiority, and execute the subsequent tactics with his eyes closed. But now, facing the challenge bare-handed, Yu Feng suddenly realized that his mind was blank, and he had no idea how to deal with it.
"Start!"
Dugu Yan's voice rang out at the right time, acting as a temporary referee.
The moment he finished speaking, Lin Kong moved!
He took a large step forward, his figure as fast as lightning, his right hand forming a palm, striking towards Yu Feng's face with a sharp whistling sound.
Yu Feng reacted a beat too slow. Seeing this simple and unadorned palm strike, he subconsciously raised his hand as well, choosing to respond head-on with a palm strike.
In his view, his Soul Power Level was higher than Lin Kong's, and his strength was definitely greater. In a head-on collision, he could definitely defeat Lin Kong and get revenge.
Just a second before their palms collided head-on, Lin Kong's right palm suddenly tilted, cleverly changing direction.
Snap!
With a soft thud, their palms collided, but it wasn't the head-on collision Yu Feng had anticipated. Lin Kong's palm was angled, cleverly deflecting his force and using it to take a step forward, grabbing his wrist.
A huge question mark popped into Yu Feng's mind, his heart filled with doubt: What is he doing? What kind of strange move is this?
Lin Kong's lips slowly curled into a smile, and his fingers gripping Yu Feng's wrist suddenly tightened, the force like the sharpest silver needles, piercing deep into the meridians, blood vessels, acupoints, and nerves of Yu Feng's wrist.
During his last hand-to-hand fight with Meng Yiran Meng Yiran wrist several times, but because he didn't know where to apply force, he failed to cause any effective damage. Afterwards, he practiced repeatedly on his own wrist and finally figured out the weaknesses at the joints of the human body, which is now proving useful.
"Ah!!!"
Intense pain spread from his wrist, causing Yu Feng to scream in agony, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.
Just as he lost the ability to move due to the pain, Lin Kong stepped close, grabbed his wrist with his right hand and twisted it hard, twisting his entire arm behind his back. At the same time, he placed his left hand on his shoulder and pressed down hard, while his right foot kicked his ankle, disrupting his balance.
The combo is unleashed in milliseconds!
Thump!
With a muffled thud, Yu Feng was slammed to the ground, face down, his right shoulder hitting the floor hard. Lin Kong held him down tightly, rendering him immobile. His right hand was twisted behind his back, and even the slightest exertion brought excruciating pain; his wrist was already bright red, his fingers spread open helplessly, still twitching uncontrollably; his shoulder blade was being pressed against Lin Kong's knee, making even breathing difficult.
This is the art of joint locks. Once a single strike lands, it can build up gradually, completely overwhelming the opponent and rendering them unable to resist.
Lin Kong smiled smugly, looked down at Yu Feng was lying on the ground screaming in pain, and asked in a relaxed tone, "How about it? Admitting defeat?"
Yu Feng was in so much pain that tears were almost streaming down his face. He kept wailing, "Ouch! Ouch! It hurts! I give up! I give up! Let go!"
Not far away, Yu Tianheng, wide enough to fit an egg, his face filled with disbelief.
If it were a one-on-one fight between him and Yu Feng, he could rely on his physical advantage to launch a relentless attack, accumulating punches one by one, and it would take more than a dozen blows to knock Yu Feng down. The whole process was already incredibly fast.
But what about right now?
How long did it take Lin Kong to lie prone and Yu Feng?
One second? Two seconds? Or three seconds?
Is this a difference in their strength? Or... Lin Kong's unique fighting techniques?
Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, Shi Mo, Shi Mo, and Osler were also stunned, staring blankly at the scene before them, unable to recover for Jiujiu.
Who would have thought that Lin Kong, with Soul Power level of 25, could subdue Yu Feng with his bare hands in one move, leaving him unable to even fight back!
Lin Kong let go of Yu Feng's hand, stood up, then helped Yu Feng up, shook his head, and said with a hint of disdain, "You're no good!"
" Lingling, save me, save me! My right hand seems to be useless." Yu Feng struggled to move in front of Ye Lingling, supporting himself on his arm. He shook his right arm, which was now in excruciating pain even with the slightest movement.
"Hmm!" Ye Lingling summoned the Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul and used her Soul Skill. A begonia flower landed above Yu Feng's right hand. As it spun, the petals fell off and landed on his arm, dissipating and releasing Soul Power to heal the pain.
The whole process took only seven or eight seconds!
Yu Feng's expression gradually returned to normal. After the treatment was completed, he flexed his right hand, then shook it vigorously to make sure everything was alright. He immediately glared at Lin Kong, "What kind of move did you just use?"
He was stunned for a moment, his wrist was grabbed, and he completely lost the ability to resist. In a daze, he was already pressed to the ground.
Yu Feng reached up and touched his face, his lips twitching. Gravel rolled between his face and palm, causing him a sharp pain!
"Because you're stupid! If it were anyone else, things wouldn't be this bad."
"What's the meaning?"
Lin Kong approached Yu Feng, tapped him on the shoulder in various parts of his body while shaking his head in exasperation. He sighed, "You're all slouching during battle! What kind of behavior is that? No wonder you didn't recognize the External Soul Bone at first. Were you even paying attention in class? You're such a terrible student!"
"I... I... I..." Yu Feng was overwhelmed with embarrassment!
Lin Kong's gaze swept over the other members of the Imperial Fighting Team, then he stood in front of Dugu Yan, reached out and gently patted her shoulder. Afterward, he shook his head, "You're the same!"
Then he looked at Ye Lingling, "Alright, no need to say anything, Lingling, you're the same!"
Yu Tianheng scratched his hair, puzzled, and asked, " Lin Kong, what do you mean?"