Whiiiirrr... Franklin, like a free dancer in the wind, was holding a sharp knife. His knife skills were pure, and each maneuver—each thrust, stab, cleave, and slash—was accompanied by the aura emanating from his body, each stroke offering a heart-stopping moment.

The whistling in Feng Yi's ears intensified. Despite numerous attempts to seize the steel knife, he had failed each time and had to rely on his agile footwork to navigate around his opponent. He moved his body swiftly, darting flashes and special rotary flashes. At a desperate moment, he made several back-jumping flashes to maintain a safe distance. He seemed to return to the Colonial Planet 103 and transform into a sharp hunter teetering on the edge of life and death.

He had not forgotten any of his combat instincts, Lasso's strict training, or the belief he firmly adhered to in his heart—yes! He was the Feng Yi of the Seventh District, he never lost unless he didn't intend to win, if he faced his heart, what would he fear about injuring his feathers? Fear was but an illusion.

The look in Feng Yi's eyes suddenly cleared, and he grabbed the knife.

"Good shot." Franklin slightly twisted his wrist, apparently trying to slice open his flesh.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yi changed his move mid-action, transforming his grab into a clamp. He suddenly pinched two fingers together and snapped sharply outward. Clang! The blade was broken.

Franklin hadn't expected his opponent to seriously play the game, even with the strategic gloves, a small mistake could ruin the hand of a master. He didn't realize that this difference was actually huge.

The two of them went back and forth and entered a stubborn cycle of close-quarters combat, from indoors to outdoors, from Wind Thunder to the snowfield. Soon, Franklin, having taken an elbow strike, once again managed to seize Feng Yi, the price being spitting out a mouthful of blood and two broken ribs.

Zi Mou and her companions hurriedly followed. When they saw the situation in front of them, she was shocked! The black warrior should never have allowed his opponent to seize the chance, not even if it came at the cost of a heavy blow from an elbow strike.

Having learnt from previous mistakes, Franklin would not make the same error twice. He planned to break the neck of the black warrior and leave Wind Thunder as quickly as possible, as his body could not stand for too much longer. Franklin turned around and threw himself and Feng Yi backwards.

The moment he touched the ground, Feng Yi propped up an arm as a pivot to prevent his head from hitting the ground. At the same time, he stomped hard with one foot, and under the effect of inertia, both bodies were suspended in the air for a 360-degree flip. He landed first, and at the moment of landing, he turned his body forward, held Franklin's shoulder and performed a series of shoulder flips.

As a top-level capture fighter, Franklin had his own countermeasures. As his body fell during the flip, he quickly raised his hips and changed his move to clamp Feng Yi's waist with a scissor kick, and he immediately moved from the back position to the front position.

Seeing his move failed, Feng Yi changed his approach again. He leaned back and performed a thunderous back suplex. Boom! The ground shook with the impact.

As a top-tier warrior, close quarter combat is just one of the many skills Feng Yi had mastered. He had no fear of melee combat, so why would he run away? Who will win and who will lose today is still uncertain.

The close quarter combat skills displayed by both parties were terrifying and of expert level. Zi Mou finally realised why the black warrior did not deliberately dodge in the two fights. His special capture skills were even above his ghost fighting technique.

They both fell down, stood up, fell again, stood up again. The process of wrestling was far from as simple as people saw. Any small mistake could be fatal. The ground was covered in smoke and their brawl scars... the punches around the two of them and the whipping sound of their legs seemed like thunder.

At this time, Franklin's condition was obviously not as good as Feng Yi's. Although he had enough physical strength, his injuries were far heavier than Feng Yi's.

Boom! After exchanging one more punch, Feng Yi felt a sweet sensation in his chest and knelt down in the snow, unable to move.

Franklin was the same, a strand of confusion lingered in his heart. Why would there be a warrior of this level in the Federation? He knew that after the melee, he could no longer get away. In a few seconds, Franklin collapsed powerless in the snow.

It took Feng Yi more than ten seconds to barely stand up. With his last bit of strength, he leaped a few times to retrieve his military knife, and then disappeared quickly in the vast snowy world. He could faintly hear Zi Mou's last words 'Please wait.'

Five minutes later, Feng Yi, who was overwhelmed, couldn't help but vomit blood. That strike hurt a bit, damn it, this time he lost big. He would become a trainee in the Mecha Department of the Wind Thunder Military Academy the day after tomorrow. He wondered if his body could withstand that.

He had left, and at this moment, the Wind Thunder Military Academy was in chaos. Not long after Feng Yi had left, Franklin was quickly brought by the armed personnel to a secret interrogation room in Alpha that no one knew about.

At this time, all the male and female students and directors of Wind Thunder were talking about the identity of the black-clothed assassin. Who was he? Mysterious and powerful, the fight video related to Feng Yi had spread all over the school's internal network in just a few minutes - while Athena's spotlight dimmed a little.

Although the concert wasn't a complete success, it had achieved its purpose, which could be considered a silver lining.

This event had somewhat shaken Athena. As her world tour was imminent, the incident happened at a sensitive time when everyone was called to be a soldier. The news would spread rapidly with the instigation of those with ulterior motives. The authorities could not suppress it and only had to pressurize the major online media to downplay the incident.

Weirbo, the dean of Wind Thunder Academy, was sincerely thankful. If anything happened to Athena, he had better stop acting as president and pack up and leave as soon as possible. He should escape as far as possible; otherwise, he would undoubtedly be drowned by public criticism.

To some extent, he was grateful to the black-clothed warrior. The only regret was that a warrior of this level was unlikely to sign up for the army, which was an inevitable conclusion. This person's identity and origin were unknown, and an expert indeed hid in the civilian population.

Inside the Discipline Committee, the atmosphere was especially oppressive. Everyone was introspecting themselves, including Zi Mou. Zi Mou locked herself in her room and didn't allow anyone to disturb her.

This incident directly threatened Athena's personal safety. Ziel didn't make any excuses for this issue, if it wasn't for the mysterious black-clothed man who appeared in the nick of time, the outcome would have been unimaginable. It had to be said that she had underestimated the individual strength of the super mercenary from the Freedom Port of Maraca.

As she sat in front of the computer, shocking data quickly entered Zi Mou's eyes. She had only heard the name Franklin and had a superficial understanding of him. Unexpectedly, Franklin was on the world-famous warrior list with a high personal combat ranking. Then, who could be the black-clothed warrior?

Thinking of the black-clothed warrior, Zi mou was curious about his identity, no matter how well he hidden, he couldn't completely avoid the countless surveillance cameras at the concert.

Of course, Zi Mou had no ill-intention with her thoughts, she was just simply curious about the identity of the black-clothed man, With her position being blamed, as the president of the Discipline Committee, she had to carry out a relative investigation on this matter. After all, the terrifying strength of the black-clothed man should not be ignored. Whether starting from the safety perspective or talent excavation, it was all beneficial. If the black-clothed warrior belonged to the Federation, it would undoubtedly be a great fortune for the Federation.

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