The Strongest Urban Son-in-law

Zhao Ziming saw Ye Feng defeat Zheng Xi and his cronies, but those were just a group of good-for-nothing weaklings, whose combat abilities were pitifully low. Beating them didn't showcase Ye Feng's true strength at all.

Any average intermediate student here could probably defeat Zheng Xi's lackeys.

However, impatience flared in Ye Feng's eyes as he strode out of the crowd and approached Sun De. Not bothering to explain himself, he picked up a registration form and then returned to Zhao Ziming's side.

Seeing that Ye Feng had blatantly ignored his advice, Sun De was furious: "Ye Feng, did you not listen to what I said? Do you have any idea how difficult the special certification is? Even I have tried for five consecutive years without passing. You, a newcomer, have no chance of passing the assessment!

Besides, you're applying for a level-skipping assessment, which requires a fee of 100,000 yuan. You've only been Mr. Lin's bodyguard for a few days; where would you get such a sum? Ye Feng, it's not that I look down on you, but there's absolutely no way you can pass this assessment!"

Ye Feng helplessly shook his head. To him, Heavenly Origin Martial Arts Hall in Lin Tian City was merely a branch—a place whose standards were far below his capabilities. He couldn't be bothered to waste time here and simply wanted to get certified and leave as quickly as possible.

"What you cannot achieve does not mean I can't. How could someone like you comprehend my capabilities? Comparing yourself to me, do you even qualify?" Ye Feng responded unhurriedly, his face still serene.

"What did you say?" Sun De immediately erupted in anger, veins throbbing on his forehead. "Boy, you're too arrogant! As a coach of the Heavenly Origin Martial Arts Hall and a Martial Artist who holds an advanced certification, it's not your place to disrespect me. You'd better apologize right now!"

At that moment, Sun De appeared like a furious beast, his gaze locked deadly on Ye Feng.

Zhao Ziming was startled and hastened to mediate: "Ye Feng, you should really apologize to Coach Sun De. He's not someone you should provoke. Even I can't last five moves against him. In the Heavenly Origin Martial Arts Hall, minor injuries during training are none of the concern, as long as they don't result in death or disability!"

Ye Feng smirked slightly and patted Zhao Ziming's shoulder: "Don't worry, he's just trash... he poses no threat to me…"

"The guy's insane!" The crowd was shocked as they looked at Ye Feng.

"Daring to call Coach Sun De trash, where does he get the courage!"

"Bastard!" Sun De roared with rage, glaring at Ye Feng: "Scoundrel, it seems you're courting death. Today I'll make you understand whether or not you're worthy to apply for the special certification!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun De leaped forward, covering a distance of three meters to close in on Ye Feng.

Onlookers quickly distanced themselves from Ye Feng, not wishing to get involved.

"Die!" Sun De bellowed, raising his fist and smashing it toward Ye Feng.

The air exploded with the sound; the vicious punch hurled itself at Ye Feng.

"This idiot is done for!" The students around sneered, watching Ye Feng with contempt.

Then, at that very moment, Ye Feng swiftly threw a punch. A thunderous rumble faintly echoed through the air.

Ye Feng's fist, swift as lightning, moved several times faster than Sun De's strike despite Sun De having attacked first.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound erupted.

Sun De's punch hadn't yet reached Ye Feng when Ye Feng's fist smashed into Sun De's stomach first.

The fist sunk into Sun De's stomach.

Then, the tremendous force sent Sun De flying.

Sun De cartwheeled through the air, rolling over on the ground several times. He then clutched his stomach in agony and knelt on the ground.

"Wow~~" Sun De couldn't help it; his stomach churned violently, and he vomited out his breakfast, feeling utterly powerless, completely devoid of any fight left in him.

"How is this possible!" The onlookers yelled out in shock, staring with their mouths agape, unable to accept what they saw.

Sun De, he was so close to passing the special-grade certification, yet now he had been effortlessly defeated by Ye Feng with a single punch.

Everyone simply couldn't accept it.

Ye Feng looked at Sun De as if he were trash, his eyes revealing disdain: "Having defeated you, do I have enough qualifications now?"

"Huff huff huff~~~"

Sun De began to breathe heavily, slowly regaining a bit of composure: "You scum, you dare to cause trouble here, you just wait!"

Then, Sun De took out his phone and dialed a number: "Hello, Brother Xu Zhong, there's someone causing trouble here. This person is kind of skilled; could you come over and help me handle it!"

"Xu Zhong?" Upon hearing this name, Ye Feng's lips curled up slightly, a meaningful smile crossing his face.

However, after hearing the name Xu Zhong, Zhao Ziming's shocked expression instantly disappeared, replaced by one of grave urgency.

"This is bad! Ye Feng, you need to leave now, or go find Mr. Lin to protect you. If you don't leave now, it'll be too late!" Zhao Ziming's face was pale, looking extremely upset.

But Ye Feng remained calm, unperturbed: "Leave, why should I?"

"Ye Feng, you don't know. Xu Zhong is the top talent of our Lin Tian City's Heavenly Origin Martial Arts Hall in recent years. At only twenty-seven, he has already passed the special-grade certification. It is said that he is a martial artist who has developed External Force, and can take on more than ten people as easily as eating and drinking!" Xu Zhong hurriedly explained.

"It's too late!" Sun De yelled, then sneered at Ye Feng: "Dream on about finding Mr. Lin! Brother Xu Zhong is already on his way here. Whether you try to find Mr. Lin or flee, you're certain to run into Xu Zhong. Ye Feng, you'd better think carefully about how to apologize when the time comes!

Or perhaps you could start by apologizing to me now, and maybe I can consider being a bit more lenient in your punishment!"

With a pained face, Zhao Ziming knew Ye Feng's temperament—he would certainly not apologize, so he stepped forward: "Coach Sun De, can I apologize on behalf of Ye Feng? Please, I beg you not to make things difficult for Ye Feng, spare him please!"

"Impossible! If I don't make Ye Feng leave on a stretcher today, I'm not Sun De!" Sun De's eyes showed determination, leaving no room for negotiation.

Zhao Ziming gritted his teeth, no longer wavering, and looked at Ye Feng: "Forget it, brother! Since there's no avoiding it, I'll face it with you. If Xu Zhong comes and intends to make things difficult, I'll fight alongside you. At least I can help you bear some of the pain!"

A touch of emotion rose in Ye Feng's heart, as he smiled at Zhao Ziming: "Don't worry, a mere Xu Zhong is but a joke in my eyes…"

Although Ye Feng's voice wasn't loud, everyone inside the practice room heard him loud and clear.