Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God

Tan Yunhe raised his head and looked at Wang Jinkun, "How did you know my leg is injured?"

Tan Yunhe wasn't foolish; if he still didn't realize he had fallen into Wang Jinkun's trap, he would be terribly naive.

Wang Jinkun smirked coldly, "Tan Yunhe, your Tan Family Leg is indeed formidable, but I, Wang Jinkun, am not someone to be underestimated. Do you really think money is useless?"

"Money makes the world go round. You kept your leg injury well concealed, but surely, there are no walls completely impervious to wind."

"Truth is, if you weren't careless, it wouldn't have been easy to defeat you, but who's to blame for your overconfidence?"

Wang Jinkun sneered secretly; selecting Tan Yunhe for the first match was meticulously calculated and the choice with the highest chance of victory.

As for Tan Yunhe's leg injury.

Wang Jinkun wouldn't reveal that it was part of his longtime plan.

"In this match, the Hunyuan Xingyi Sect's Wang Jinkun wins."

The referee quickly announced the result, and Wang Jinkun turned around triumphantly, casting his gaze toward Hua Wushuang and others.

The top thirty-two has been secured, next is the round of sixteen.

Hua Wushuang, Li Feng, you better not be eliminated prematurely.

The competition continued.

Two more matches concluded.

Li Feng glanced at the match schedule sheet; next is his match, number seven against number forty-four.

"Hmm?"

Tie Xuan noticed Li Feng turning around.

"I'm number seven."

At this moment, Li Feng naturally didn't need to hide his number anymore, as this match ends next, it's his turn against number forty-four.

"Who's number forty-four?"

"Seems to be Wudang's Liao Qingyang."

"Hiss, Liao Qingyang."

"The junior brother of the Wudang's Sect Leader, Luo Qingyun's little uncle, reportedly Wudang's top master Liao Qingyang. How did he come here, he didn't participate in the Central Plains District!"

"He didn't participate, but don't forget, there are only sixty slots in the six districts, some slots directly qualify for the national tournament without selection."

"Directly qualifying slots."

Those nearby were in shock.

"That's just envy, moreover, Liao Qingyang is Wudang's top master and reportedly, he participated in the tournament two editions ago at the age of eighteen and ranked in the top ten, but after reportedly sustaining an injury, there hasn't been any news since."

"Didn't expect him to show up this time."

"Hiss!"

Li Feng leapt onto the platform, glancing at the opposite side but didn't find number forty-four; could he have forfeited?

"Number forty-four."

The referee also frowned.

"Here." A light whistle suddenly sounded from a distance.

Li Feng narrowed his eyes, looking toward the sound's direction; the VIP area in the audience seats reserved for major sects, each significant sect occupying a region.

In the Wudang region, a youth stood up, with a flick of his toe and jumped over the railing, smiling slightly, as light as a feather, he fell from the sky like a snowflake, graceful to the extreme.

"Such light body technique!"

Seeing the feather-light body technique, the crowd was praising, and the earlier whistle, though not loud, could be heard clearly across the vast plaza, as if it was right beside them; such inner strength was quite profound.

"Wudang's Liao Qingyang, didn't expect Wudang to send him out again!"

In the Wudang region, the Eight Diagrams Sect's leader squinted, looking at the flying Liao Qingyang, "Since he was injured last time and unseen for ten years, this Liao Qingyang is likely not only healed but has taken it to another level!"

"Hmm, back then Liao Qingyang had ranked in the top ten but gave up the slot using severe injuries as an excuse to return to Wudang recuperate, hmph, I suspect he didn't get into the desired Ancient Martial Arts sect and found an excuse to refuse."

"This kid is quite arrogant."

"Who's Liao Qingyang's opponent?" asked an elder from the Eight Diagrams Sect.

"Seems like Li Feng from the Southeast District."

"Li Feng?"

The high-ups from the Eight Diagrams Sect appeared bewildered, clearly having never heard the name, though a younger elder was more invested in the competitors' dynamics.

"Li Feng is not from the martial arts community, his background is a bit complicated."

"Oh?"

The young elder immediately recounted some of Li Feng's affairs, hearing which made the Eight Diagrams Sect's leader elder appear peculiar.

"Such a person participating in the National Martial Arts Tournament? The Southeast District is indeed weak; seems any tom, dick, or harry can qualify."

"Hmm, whatever the case, anyone can be a whetstone." The eldest elder next to him coldly smiled and said.

The elders heard and squinted slightly.

"Whetstone, but can it sharpen the blade? Can he withstand more than three moves from Liao Qingyang?"

With that, everyone sighed.

If the level is too poor, how could they gauge Liao Qingyang's current capacity, just like the first match where Wudang's Luo Qingyun defeated Iron Sand Sect's Yan Li with one strike.

Though the move demonstrated Luo Qingyun's exceptional skills, there was no insight into Luo Qingyun's fundamentals.

"Wudang's foundation is indeed extraordinary."

Onstage, Liao Qingyang looked at Li Feng with a light smile, "Your name is Li Feng?"

"Yes!"

Li Feng scanned Liao Qingyang, feeling a hint of arrogance in Liao Qingyang's demeanor.

"I heard you've been a live-in son-in-law and once relied on your wife for status, I'm quite curious why someone like you would join the tournament." Liao Qingyang questioned intriguingly.

"I join if I please, can't I?" Li Feng coldly retorted.

Liao Qingyang chuckled, shrugging, "Of course, you can, just surprised to face you as the opponent in the first match."

Liao Qingyang shook his head.

"Here, I'll give you three moves without resistance."

Ending too soon would be like going through the motions, the opponent having come all this way, he ought to be allowed some display.

When Li Feng heard Liao Qingyang's proposal, he smirked.

"Giving me three moves, that's your suggestion, then I'll be unreserved."

With Li Feng's words barely trailing off, he sprang forward without a hint of reluctance in his attack.

Liao Qingyang was slightly taken aback but barely had time to react when Li Feng, from several yards away, suddenly appeared right in front of him, a speed that caught Liao Qingyang by surprise!

Li Feng stepped forward swiftly, delivering a punch to his chest, the fist splitting the air with a sonic boom as Liao Qingyang initiated a counter.

Li Feng suddenly smirked, employing a feint, his left hand faster and right ahead, striking towards his upper face, the move effortless yet unexpectedly tricky.

Refusing to be careless, Liao Qingyang immediately executed a Tai Chi Unloading Skill with a movement of Cloud Hands, right foot solid, left foot light, employing his right palm to press Li Feng's left wrist, unleashing Cross Force, leveraging strength against strength.

Four Ounces Move a Thousand Pounds.