Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

As soon as Mr. Cong appeared, everyone was awe-struck, and the atmosphere turned unusually somber.

This genteel green-robed elder had always been very low-key.

Yet everyone knew that his position within the Chu family was second only to Chu Liang's father and mother.

The existence of such people is not a secret.

In every well-established family, there are always quite a few extraordinary individuals; this has been the case since ancient times.

For example, the Chinese Martial Arts Master Yang Luchan once lived in seclusion for more than a decade in a Prince's mansion.

He seemed idle, but like a Divine Needle anchoring the sea, during his stay in the royal mansion, the place was calm and peaceful for more than ten years.

And Mr. Cong was akin to such a person.

Even amidst the extraordinary talents in the Capital City, Mr. Cong's martial arts strength could still rank in the top five or ten.

Liang Jiayi was visibly tense, shielding Yang Fei with her body. Her eyes, bright as autumn water, were fixed on Mr. Cong.

Yang Fei smiled indifferently, gently pushing Liang Jiayi aside.

"Just watch on the side, and see me perform like a monkey for you."

Liang Jiayi nervously grabbed Yang Fei's sleeve.

"Yang Fei, don't fight with this man; he isn't someone you can handle. Let me..."

At this point, Yang Fei suddenly reached out to cover her lips, signaling her to hush.

"Didn't I tell you, don't meddle in men's affairs."

He said this while turning to face Mr. Cong with a calm gaze.

"Mysterious Grade Danjin, not bad. What do you want?"

Mr. Cong was slightly taken aback as his martial arts realm was identified with just a glance.

He then seriously said, "The lady wants you to leave immediately. Will you leave on your own, or do you want me to cripple you and then throw you out?"

Yang Fei laughed heartily: "Who doesn't boast? Just you, huh!"

Mr. Cong stopped talking, circling around Yang Fei, his eyes intense like a hunting eagle.

Yet Yang Fei lazily took out a low-grade cigarette, took a puff, and said calmly, "First, let's agree, don't cry if you lose."

Mr. Cong maintained his composure without getting angry and assumed a Tai Chi starting stance, slowly moving with Yang Fei's body.

Yang Fei watched him leisurely, without any sign of alertness, even when Mr. Cong moved behind him.

Ajin couldn't help but remind Yang Fei, "Be careful, he's going to attack you from behind."

No one knew why, but Ajin had a fondness for this guy who feared no one.

Yang Fei turned around and whistled loudly.

"Thanks for the concern, he won't touch me."

At this moment, Mr. Cong suddenly launched himself, dashing towards Yang Fei's left side, fist shadows like mountains, aiming for Yang Fei's left rib.

With a casual hand, Yang Fei warded off, blocked, parried, and punched, displaying exquisite finesse.

Their fists and feet met, bursting the air with a series of snapping sounds.

Every fist and kick from Mr. Cong contained immense force, roaring as they came.

Yet Yang Fei's moves were silent, seemingly disregarding Mr. Cong.

Everyone knew of Mr. Cong's fame, acknowledging him as a master of Tai Chi.

Seeing him wield the harmoniously soft Tai Chi with such fierceness, everyone took a deep breath.

In comparison, Yang Fei was astonishing.

This guy had been smoking a cigarette from the beginning, using one hand to spar with Mr. Cong, calm and easy, performing with no hint of strain.

Ajin was wide-mouthed; she had never witnessed such a spectacular close-combat, her heart racing uncontrollably.

Watch Brother's face was serious; as a martial arts master, he couldn't fathom Yang Fei's moves.

His fighting style was extremely simple, yet every move and stance was twice as fast as Mr. Cong's.

The saying goes 'three slow cannot beat one fast'; no matter how Mr. Cong changed his moves or attacked,

Yang Fei always pinpointed the opening and blocked it first.

Bang!

A dull thud sounded as Mr. Cong's slender figure staggered back.

A faint shoe print appeared on his abdomen.

Mr. Cong's previously fair face turned crimson, and after taking a couple of deep breaths, he suddenly shouted and charged again.

Madam Chu and Chu Father both looked alarmed.

Mr. Cong had been with the Chu Family Courtyard for ten years, clashing with countless masters both overt and covert during this time, yet he never suffered a loss.

But now, within a few moves, he was kicked by this young man in front of them.

Bang!

Just then, Mr. Cong's figure crashed and stumbled out again.

This time was worse; he couldn't stand firm and ended up sitting on a drum on the ground.

Everyone's complexion changed; the usually unfathomable Mr. Cong lost so miserably at Yang Fei's hands.

Everyone watched Yang Fei's right hand, which continuously held a cigarette, puffing from time to time. If Yang Fei used both hands, what would happen?

Mr. Cong had taken a hard fall, coughing twice, unable to stand.

A shoe print, overlapping the first, marked his abdomen.

Everyone blankly stared at Mr. Cong; for a master like him to fall for the same move twice was simply unbelievable.

Mr. Cong's face was flushed like blood, and after coughing twice, blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Yang Fei casually said, "Your five organs are shaken, and you've suffered internal injuries. If you dare attack again, you will die."

At this, Yang Fei lounged while looking lazily at the Chu family couple, speaking calmly.

"Why go all out like this; you've done enough guarding the Chu family for so many years."

Mr. Cong took a sharp breath, face tinged with bitterness.

"I have already lost in the Martial Contest for Discourse, but due to my responsibilities, I cannot refrain from attacking you."

It was at this moment that Liang Shitong, who had been frowning in contemplation, stepped in front of Mr. Cong.

He turned around, glanced at Chu Liang's father, and said calmly.

"Mingyi Brother, I'd like to say a few words to this young man."

Chu Liang's father nodded expressionlessly.

Liang Shitong approached Yang Fei and sized him up.

"I heard you intend to marry Liang Jiayi?"

Yang Fei immediately recognized the elder's identity, and instantly, with a smiling face, bowed deeply to Liang Shitong.

"Good morning, Father-in-law, good afternoon, Father-in-law."

Blink of an eye, chicken-turns-duck magic!

From the fierce demeanor earlier, this guy turned into such a fawning and pleasing appearance, it was as magical as a magic trick.

Liang Shitong didn't dodge, calmly eyeing him: "I heard you were part of the Evil Dragon troops?"

Yang Fei stood upright, saluted with a snap, and addressed Liang Shitong.

"Reporting to Father-in-law, former Chief Instructor of the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team, Yang Fei, salutes you."

Liang Shitong raised his hand in response.

"I've heard about the deeds of the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team; you all served the country loyally, all fine men."

Yang Fei stood upright, outwardly modest but gleaming with pride inside.

"Father-in-law overpraises, serving the country loyally is a duty of soldiers."

Yang Fei's words immediately stirred everyone, sparking a flurry of discussion.

"Damn, this guy is with the Evil Dragon, no wonder he's so wild!"

"I thought Evil Dragon was already disbanded; he's still so cocky. What thick skin!"

"No kidding, this kid is bold, daring to offend both the Liang and Chu families; doesn't he want a future?"

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