With a thunderous sound, the elite member of the Golden Sword who was sparring with the chubby guy was sent flying...

It was not a capture, not a takedown, but rather a knockback from a heavy blow. Who said that a chubby guy lacked agility? The elite from St. Calina Academy merely lures the enemy into a false sense of security before striking with a deadly blow.

The Golden Sword student, representing the sparring students, had completely lost his balance. His trajectory was towards Wind Thunder's side. If not stopped, he was inevitably going to hit the wall, which would certainly be devastating.

Elvis took a quick step forward, managing to catch the student by the corner of their cloak just in time to halt his fall. Feng Yi raised an eyebrow; the kid had did well, otherwise he would have had to step in.

"Brother, are you okay?"

"Eh, isn't this brother Wes?" Damu was about to express his gratitude when he recognized the acquaintance he had only just met yesterday. They had only had a brief chat back then.

The chubby guy glanced coldly at Elvis, spat in disdain, and said, "A bunch of waste, can't even fight?"

The Solar System's reputation was teetering. Anger flashed across everyone's faces. Even Apophis, who usually remained unbothered, couldn't help but furrow his brows. It was one thing to fight, but adding a few kicks in after defeating your opponent, that's your wrongdoing. This guy clearly didn't put the Solar System and Wind Thunder in his eyes. Yes, among all the past rivals, the only one who could compete with Yingland was St. Calina Academy.

However, Apophis could not step in. If he were to enter the field, the Solar System would really be out of players.

This arrogant fat man, named Seventeen, was indeed conceited. Not only was he a representative elite student from St. Calina Academy, but he was also a hardcore fan of Kuang Qi. As such, people had given him the nickname Seventeen. As for why, the reason was simple: before him stood nine formidable warriors stronger than him.

Unfortunately, Kuang Qi naturally didn't have much interest in these old men. Firstly, the difference in strength was too wide, and secondly, it was down to nature. As a member of the beauty association, you can't pass the test without good looks. He didn't spare a glance for those weaker men.

Elvis was annoyed now. Damn it, who did that smelly kid think he was? "I'll go and teach him a lesson." Saying so, he stepped forward.

"Brother Wes, don't be reckless. His punching force doesn't seem to be within our range."

But who was Elvis? Anyone can pretend to be a hero. Did he think Wind Thunder would be left with no one? Before Elvis could take action, Balun had already stepped forward and got to Seventeen first, saying, "I'll be your opponent."

What? This kid broke the rules! He clearly wanted to go himself, but was suddenly overtaken by Balun.

Seventeen didn't care about these details. Rather, he would say that it didn't matter who came forward. He said coldly, "Give me your name. I, Seventeen, do not spar with nobodies."

"My name is Balun, is that good enough?"

"Never heard of you, go back."

Balun's veins bulged with anger. Without regard for anything else, he swung his fists towards his opponent's face.

"Hey, good move." Seventeen showed a ferocious smile. This was the effect he wanted. How could he lure out the big fish without enraging the little soldiers? He saw him counter and caught Balun's fist in his palm, immobilizing him completely.

Balun seems to have gotten worked up with his opponent. They both stood their ground, trembling with their formidable bodies. It was evident that they were having a contest of inner strength.

Both seemed to have reached an agreement to compete in strength, and thus they let their guards down.

"Idiot, haven't you heard of the term 'all warfare is deception'?" Seventeen suddenly let go of his palm, turned around and swept with a punch. With a thud... Balun was sent flying. But before he could fly far, Seventeen followed with a swift step and kicked him back, a move that sent the St. Calina Academy's other elites to their feet.

This guy was sneaky but it was fine. However, it was unexpected that he would kick again. The ferocity of this blow was such that if it hit the wall, it was likely to put him on a hospital bed for a few days. People were now starting to feel a bit uneasy about it.

"Storm Stance."

Feng Yi quietly opened his mouth, his hand morphed into a claw before clenching into a fist. At the same time, an abrupt gust of wind mysteriously surged up from the void, directly enveloping Balun in the center. Apart from the kick, which hurt a little bit, he was unscathed when he landed.

At that moment, only Amelia's eyes widened unexpectedly... only she knew why Balun's body stopped in such an amazing way that seemed to defy physics. Despite Feng Yi's excellent demonstration, he could not escape Amelia's keen insight. She had had the privilege of seeing Feng Yi's moves during their time in the Martial Arts Hall. That powerful fighting momentum formed by the magnetic field was far beyond what the school's elites could withstand.

It can be said that this fighting skill, which appears in legends and incorporates mental ability, is not something ordinary people can comprehend. No matter whether it's Ophelia, Cangmu Kuang Qi, or Apophis, all are equally matched, they can go together, but there is only one outcome in the face of Feng Yi, defeat!

That level of warrior has already transcended the realm that the military academy elites can surpass. The super mercenaries of Maraca's Freedom Port are among the few powerful beings among billions of people. They also lost to Feng Yi. Despite their defeat, they were able to infer that both sides had a chance of winning. It can be said that Franklin is a warrior on the same level as Feng Yi.

The key list given to Ophelia that time was actually hinting at Ophelia to back down. This military confrontation, if it comes across Feng Yi, you can send a cannon fodder or directly give up, but you must not fight him. There is no essential difference between hitting a stone with an egg and sending it.

This invaluable information is only clear to her, who has lived in the Martial Arts Hall. Apart from this, the other two academies do not know how terrible the individual strength of Wind Thunder is in this military confrontation!

At that time, when the same batch of geniuses were still in elementary school, Feng Yi had already become a freelance mercenary on colonial planet 103.

Walking on the blade's edge, hovering on the brink of life and death, he had been through numerous battles and encountered countless life-and-death situations. He was a born warrior. His upbringing was not something greenhouse flowers could ever comprehend.

Balun was saved by Feng Yi, but the ignorant fat man now targeted Feng Yi.

Amelia really doesn't know what to say. Is Feng Yi being low-key? No, it is not like that. At least Amelia doesn't think so. It's not that a wandering warrior will be aloof from the world like a monk who sees through the world. Therefore, there is only one reason for Feng Yi to be indifferent on the surface, among the people present, no one can truly ignite his fighting desire.

Although during the Martial Arts Hall days, Feng Yi often gave a warm impression to others, or he was known for his carefree demeanor, sometimes helping girls to carry water, or cleaning the room for the on-duty staff. However, that was the intuitive cognition of putting down everything and realizing the practice, but his pride deep in the warrior's bone had never changed.

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