It was a clash of brute strength versus resilient techniques. Before the King could fully utilize his pressure, Feng Yi swiftly executed a drastic Judo throw, sending them both falling backward...

If the King continued to hold on, the outcome would certainly be grave injuries. Under dire circumstances, he touched the ground with his palms, reducing and cushioning the impact.

However, the moment the King's grip loosened, an unrestrained Feng Yi, leveraging a classic Iron Mountain Lean, countered with a successful strike as he rose.

Nonetheless, the King managed to dodge by rolling his body. As he rolled, he raised one arm, launching a combination of lethal moves: a chokehold, jawlock, and eye gouge towards Feng Yi, who was lying on the ground.

As Feng Yi blocked the blows, little did he realize that it was a feint. In a surprising change of action, the King switched from a jab to a grab, completing a guillotine move.

Regrettably, at the same moment, a loud bang echoed, as the King's abdomen was struck by a hard instantaneous kick from Feng Yi. The kick was unimaginably fast, its force unbearably strong, the power pulling both bodies and sliding them backward...

Under such extreme pain, the King's grip loosened. Knowing he couldn't waste time, Feng Yi felt a growing pain in his chest. Eight seconds had passed. It seemed his physical state was reaching its limit.

With this realization, Feng Yi rallied, mentally preparing for a burst of energy. He seized the King's arms with lightning speed, breaking free and swiftly launching a kick.

Boom... The attack hit the King's defense, creating no effect. Instead, the King nimbly executed a backflip, standing up right away.

Feng Yi's momentum persisted despite the failed attack. With this force, he coordinated consecutive rolls on the ground, deploying the Thomas Mobile Sweep. Like a spinning top, his body swept everything in its path, generating a whirlwind of debris.

It was a storm of combat; the sweep was too fast, almost impossible to counter. The psychological pressure of an approaching tornado was immense. A regular person would probably be swept up into the sky before even reaching Feng Yi.

Military training equipment along the way was swept off the ground, with objects weighing hundreds of kilograms being lifted into the sky.

Even the King had to perform consecutive leaps to dodge the sweep, to no avail. But who was he? The King seized the right moment to stomp forward, landing heavily on one foot. Boom! The ground shook as the foot collided with the sweeping attack, producing a heavy thud. The recoil forced an unsupported Feng Yi to fly back 300 meters...

The King's single leg quivered. The direct clash had caused him great pain. However, in the next instant, Feng Yi charged back with a lightning-fast Dragon punch aimed at the King's face... The air seemed to gust with the roaring of a dragon due to the Dragon punch.

From being sent flying to returning to attack, it all happened within a second. The King realized he had underestimated his opponent. How could the Federal Special Forces be this strong? He managed to dodge the attack just in time.

And yet, as Feng Yi barely managed to touch the ground, he defied the laws of physics. With a strong gust of wind, he swiftly spun around, launching another punch.

The King's pupil dilated. His single foot fiercely stomped on the ground, and he flung his body sideways... As he brushed past Feng Yi, the leg that was embedded in the ground suddenly jerked back to its original position with a greater magnitude than Feng Yi. He then swiftly moved his hand towards Feng's nape.

However, at that moment, Feng Yi pulled back his strength or rather, had already predicted the King's next move. It could be said that a quick and ruthless close combat was exactly what Feng Yi had hoped for, given that his heart was causing him considerable discomfort.

As he withdrew his strength, he spun around, extending his arm to deliver a sweeping punch. Like a windmill, he relentlessly put pressure on the King.

The King merely bent his body slightly to dodge this attack. His offensive momentum did not wane, rewarded by Feng Yi's second spinning kick, aiming for the lower body. If the leg embedded deep in the ground wasn't pulled out...

However, the King did just that. He channelized all his energy to his legs, blocking the blow with a bang, followed by a heavy punch on Feng Yi's back.

Feng Yi was accomplished in listening to the wind to discern its direction. He could identify where a punch would fall simply from the subtle stirrings in his ears. Nevertheless, his body was still midair, and he couldn't dodge in time. In his emergency, all he could do was to strike back with his elbow.

Two resounding thuds!

Feng Yi stumbled and coughed up blood. His already aching heart darkened his vision further with this hit....

The Faceless King chose to jump back in an attempt to minimize the damage. He succeeded, but only relative to the power of that blow. The force of an elbow strike is far scarier than a punch that hasn't been fully extended. If struck, his chest would be undoubtedly shattered. Thus, in his desperate situation, he could only exert force in his feet to leap out violently.

Feng Yi, with the last shred of consciousness, clenched his hand into a palm to condense the storm-like battle energy into his fingers. A long, echoing whistle erupted from his mouth as if gathering his last strength. Accompanied by a fierce wind, an intense light seemed to gather stronger around him and soon formed a gleaming icy blue dot brighter than the sun itself.

This... this was the shape of momentum. Depending on his aura to lock in on his target, Feng Yi didn't even fully open his eyes, he launched the radiant light...

The Faceless King, suspended in midair, had no chance to dodge. Or more accurately, he did not even have time to prepare a light transmission to escape. No, he had not expected that Feng Yi would master such a terrifying skill as momentum condensation.

A shattering sound…

The vacuum exploded into sparkling radiance. The position where the Faceless King originally stood became an icy blue vacuum zone under the explosion of the condensed storm, with lightning constantly crawling around it….

The people on the ground felt as if they were in a Level 12 typhoon. Many trees were cut off at their waist by the strong air current. The fight between life and death came to an end, with the Faceless King dead on the site.

The people who saw the outcome were dumbfounded. What... what level of destruction and fighting was this? They managed to topple what was considered a top-tier fighter at the peak of the world in less than 30 seconds.

However, at this point, Feng Yi was also in danger; his condition could be described as disastrous. He strenuously held on, for what he represented was more than just a single person...

In fact, no one knew about the seal within Feng Yi, so he did his best to appear normal. He shook his neck and exclaimed, "Who's next?"

A beauty in the crowd was about to step forward, but was sharply pulled back by the person next to her, who gave her a secret look. Foolish. Feng Yi was toying with them. Even if they could defeat him now, he could use rest as an excuse to avoid battle. There was no difference between jumping out now and being a scapegoat.

Inside the Jade Clear Sect's palace, an uncertain voice from Mingfei could be heard: "This man's strength doesn't seem to be this strong. Has he been hiding it?"

"So he was going easy," Zhan Yu calmly remarked. "No wonder he couldn't complete the mission. But that can't be the excuse, Mingfei."

"It seems Zhan Yu has a huge chance of winning?"

"Both of you stop arguing. Looking at Feng Yi's skills, he indeed did not use his full strength when he battled with Mengdie. Even under the suppression of his current condition, he can still forcibly kill the Faceless King. However, this isn't a good sign for him."

One had to say that, looking at Feng Yi now, none of his attacks could be withstood by Mengdie's physical body. This guy's attacking power when facing the Faceless King was at least above 30T, while Mengdie's limit was only just under 10T. If he managed to catch up with Mengdie under these conditions, she might not be able to withstand a single blow.

"Mengdie, what do you think?"

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