Is that... Feng Yi? Amelia inexplicably caressed her somewhat heated face.

Feng Yi's gaze was electric, and he leisurely strolled towards the fighting ring. His stride was steady, his build was not overwhelmingly muscular, and he had the distinct complexion of an Asian man. His dark hair, swept up by the gentle breeze, partly concealed his eyes, adding a touch of mystery to his face. His determined face radiated masculine energy...

Recognizing the newcomer, Seventeen was momentarily taken aback, feeling like he had seen this opponent somewhere before. Memories related to him started to flash in his mind. In an instant, he laughed, "Oh, isn't this the coward I saw in Gallia that day?"

Through the loudspeaker, the word "coward" suddenly provoked a chorus of jeering from the crowd...

Seventeen's unbridled mockery was precisely because Sky City admired heroes, and Gallia was a famous place where Sky City's leisure, entertainment, and food came together. Had the two met in Gallia before, or was Seventeen's unilateral provocation meant to infuriate? Regardless, people's anticipation for this fight had only increased.

On the contrary, the fighters from St. Calina seemed too indifferent, treating this as nothing more than an ordinary event. The old saying goes that competition is primary, whereas friendship is secondary. In the pursuit of victory, some gibes at the opponent were necessary.

However, Seventeen was being overly cautious. For a military school that had long fallen, there really was no need to place so much importance on it. To be honest, in the single combat competition, St. Calina Elite Academy had an absolutely impossible reason to fail - a trump card that no one knew about.

"Coward…" He chewed the word over and Feng Yi shook his head, "Your provocation means nothing to me."

He remembered the incident at the Gallia club that day. Despite being provoked at his own doorstep, this man had remained calm. Anyone who was a master wouldn't have put up with it, so Seventeen concluded that he was weaker and said, "What, buttercup, not scared of me? I really don't know how long you can hold on, or are all Wind Thunder people like you?" As he spoke, he stomped his foot on the ground and stones scattered, creating a loud sound...

The scene suddenly fell silent, so quiet it seemed as though you could hear the drop of a needle. This was an aura of a super soldier.

"What a fall from grace. St. Calina Elite Academy is known for its fighting prowess, but they've resorted to verbal attacks? Overconfidence will only lead to self-destruction. It's not the fault of an era, but the sorrow of a military school. If you confront your enemies with this attitude, it is you who will always fall on the battlefield. I fear nothing from such a fragile opponent." Fengyi said, and nobody knew how to respond, his words were tinged with disappointment.

Even Amelia can't help but quietly applaud, leaving Seventeen red-faced and embarrassed.

The truth spoke for itself. In a chaotic world, only the fittest would survive; Feng Yi from the Seventh District had experienced countless life-or-death battles. What was there to fear from a flower that had grown up in a greenhouse?

St. Calina Elite Academy's choice of a head chief drew quite a reaction... It felt as though they had just been schooled, and many people chose to remain silent, digesting his words.

Seventeen felt as if he had been slapped in the face. He knew it would be pointless to continue talking. His strength lay in fighting, not in verbal sparring. So he decided not to hesitate, but jumped furiously towards Feng Yi. He wanted to show this kid what rage was.

Just as he closed in, he suddenly paused his steps! Seventeen sensed a hint of danger. The opponent seemed to be presenting himself at a 30-degree angle, in an invulnerable posture.

At this moment, Feng Yi stood quietly, giving off the aura of a sword about to be unsheathed. His demeanor was neither humble nor arrogant, calm and extraordinary, just like a clear blue lake, simple and natural, yet seeming to maintain an untouchable distance: visible, but enigmatic.

His restrained aura was chillingly calm, it was terrifying. It was unlike the hollow sensation of his previous opponents. It felt as if an invisible magnetic field surrounded him.

Indeed, Feng Yi carried a powerful energy field around him. This was his true self. Although he had only released part of his force, Seventeen could easily sense it.

Seventeen quickly moved around Feng Yi, observing his surroundings while waiting for an opportunity to strike...

Feng Yi stood still, occasionally slightly turning his head to keep an eye on his surroundings. It seemed as if he was also observing his opponent's moves. Yes, he was indeed observing, but not the movements of his opponent: he was looking for weaknesses. But Seventeen had too many weaknesses; Feng Yi suddenly felt a sense of aimlessness.

Just then, Seventeen moved to Feng Yi's back and before he could stop himself, his palm opened and closed rapidly. Using the Tiger Heart Extraction technique, he swiftly went for Feng Yi's heart.

As long as the opponent made a move, the rest would be easier. Without even looking, Feng Yi twisted his body slightly and easily caught Seventeen's wrist in his grip. This was clearly a technique of distinguishing positions by merely listening — no observation was needed to accurately judge the opponent's location.

Seventeen wanted to break free, but found that the very strength he relied on had suddenly become useless. No matter how much effort he put in, he couldn't move at all.

Seventeen didn't have much time to react. With a jerk and twist of the hand holding Seventeen's wrist, Feng Yi flung him out. If he hadn't fallen, his arm would've probably been lost. Feng Yi flicked his wrist and followed up with a series of short punches so swift that not even Zi Mou had seen them.

Then, that was it. When Seventeen fell, the fighters from St. Calina were helpless about his mistake. Afterwards, they found that he couldn't get up again.

The audience was initially in shock... People widened their eyes in disbelief at what had just happened. What exactly happened at that moment? Had they all had a temporary short-circuit due to brain congestion?

Seventeen's fall signified that St. Calina needed to bring out the second warrior to fight Feng Yi. However, the school did not agree. It was sure, Seventeen had fallen, but that was definitely an accident. Feng Yi hadn't done anything, and what's more, Seventeen was as sturdy as a bull. How could he have fallen for no reason? Although it wasn't explicitly said, the blunt truth was that St. Calina suspected that the Wind Thunder team had cheated.

The people sitting in the square eating and drinking were enjoying the show. St. Calina's opposition was causing a headache for the other military schools, and the live recording had been cut off. The staff quickly did slow-motion editing, eventually extracting an image that wasn't captured well due to the poor resolution.

The results displayed on the outdoor projection in the square showed that Seventeen did not fall for no reason. He was knocked unconscious by a short punch from Feng Yi hitting his carotid artery. It was just that the punch was a little too fast, so before everyone could see what was happening, he had already collapsed.

What...? Was this speed a coincidence or an actual capability? People once again fell into a state of uncertainty.

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