Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God

Liao Qingyang's eyes narrowed, he didn't expect that Li Feng could turn the situation around even in such a completely controlled adversity.

Seeing Li Feng's kick coming, Liao Qingyang had no choice but to dodge.

Although Li Feng's kick missed, he didn't stop there. He placed his hands on the ground, twisted his waist like a gymnast, executed a Thomas flair, and his legs opened wide, sweeping through like a fan, like "Sweeping Thousands of Army."

Liao Qingyang just dodged the previous attack when Li Feng's sweep came, and his face turned somber. He reached out a hand to slap Li Feng's sweeping leg.

But how could the strength of a palm compare to that of a leg? Liao Qingyang had to use the force to retreat, while Li Feng twisted his body and landed on both feet, looking at the retreating Liao Qingyang with a cold smile.

Tai Chi.

The power is strong, and Liao Qingyang had even mastered the Tai Chi Diagram, making it extremely difficult to break his move.

Although it's said that strength can overcome technique, against Tai Chi, unless you have absolute overwhelming power, it's hard to break through its defense. Instead, you get stalled everywhere, unable to unleash your power and being led by the nose.

So to break Tai Chi, only Tai Chi can do it.

Although Li Feng's research in Tai Chi was not as deep as Liao Qingyang's, the principle of Tai Chi was not too mysterious or profound.

Tai Chi is easy to learn but hard to master.

Even elderly men and women on the street can learn it, and they can eloquently speak of Tai Chi's principles, but some things are not accomplished just by knowing them.

It's like your eyes can see it, but when you try it yourself, you are clueless.

Tai Chi is the same.

The subtlety of Tai Chi lies in the use of the body, in the control of power. A Tai Chi master can perfectly control and even redirect your power, almost toying with the opponent.

Liao Qingyang had undoubtedly reached mastery in Tai Chi.

But Li Feng was not without opportunities. The core of Tai Chi lies in controlling power, releasing power, using power, borrowing power, and connecting power, which is the essence of Tai Chi.

And let's not forget that Li Feng is the successor of the Medical Saint, his understanding of the human body far surpasses ordinary people, and he can do things that others cannot.

Just like being trapped by Liao Qingyang's Tai Chi Diagram a moment ago, his power was drawn to one side, exposing great vulnerabilities.

For others, this would be like meat on a chopping board, entirely at the opponent's mercy.

But at that crucial moment, Li Feng rotated in midair, seizing the perfect timing, just as Liao Qingyang used the Wudang Cloud Capturing Hand, aiming at Li Feng's exposed side flank.

If he acted prematurely, Liao Qingyang would certainly withdraw and respond, but acting too late would mean that the hit from Liao Qingyang would fracture several ribs on Li Feng's side.

Only the perfect timing.

Li Feng could block Liao Qingyang's Cloud Capturing Hand, while breaking through Liao Qingyang's Tai Chi Diagram before he could change techniques.

Li Feng smiled slyly at Liao Qingyang, naturally not giving him time to recover, "Strike while the iron is hot."

Before Li Feng's stance was even steady, he launched himself like a leopard towards Liao Qingyang, who had no choice but to use the Tai Chi Guard Hand.

But at this moment, Li Feng was unstoppable, the War God Power unleashed throughout his body like an invincible war blade.

Power Control.

It isn't without limitations either.

Seizing the opportunity, Li Feng didn't give Liao Qingyang a moment to breathe, striking before Liao Qingyang could steady himself to control power.

Break.

Li Feng threw a punch, sending a rolling wave of energy surging back like a tsunami, and Liao Qingyang, at the center of the force, could only tap his toes, shooting backward like a kite to dissipate the overwhelming punch from Li Feng.

"Liao Qingyang has been knocked out of the ring."

"Unbelievable, Li Feng has actually won this battle, defeating the man known as the foremost figure of Wudang, Liao Qingyang."

In the ring battle, unless one side is knocked down unable to get up, voluntarily admits defeat, or is knocked out of the ring, it counts as a loss.

As Liao Qingyang landed, he steadied himself after taking a few steps back, and it was clear that Li Feng's tyrannical punch hadn't impacted him too greatly. Without the ring, the battle's outcome would still be uncertain.

Liao Qingyang's expression changed a few times, then he exhaled, his face returning to its usual calm demeanor, glancing up at Li Feng in the ring.

"Li Feng, I must admit, I underestimated you. This match is yours."

Having said that, Liao Qingyang turned away in a carefree manner.

"I just knew he could win."

Tie Xuan smiled heartily.

Beside him, Xiao Xi pouted, "That's not what you said earlier, and this guy hides his abilities so well, I thought of him as a friend."

"Senior Brother, Li Feng's strength is unexpectedly strong. Although there was some betting involved in this victory over Liao Qingyang, making Liao Qingyang suffer, this Li Feng...!"

Li Bielang stared at Li Feng thoughtfully. Though he seemed careless usually, he was actually quite meticulous, even more so than Huang Shuyao.

Hua Wushuang nodded, "I had already anticipated that Li Feng was hiding his strength, but I still underestimated him. If we meet again, I will surely go all out."

Wang Jinkun looked at the result in disbelief. Li Feng had actually won, this...

Wang Jinkun looked displeased, but behind the displeasure, his heart bled, for he had set up a betting pool in this Martial Arts Tournament.

Though there were only a few minutes from the announcement of the participants' identities to the start of the match, Wang Jinkun had set up betting points all over the audience seats and had already known the list, so he started setting up the betting pool as soon as the announcement was made.

Most of the attendees were from the world, and how could a competition like this go without betting?

Usually, such a match wouldn't cost much in terms of wins or losses, as Liao Qingyang's victory was expected. How could Wang Jinkun set the odds high?

But just in the two or three minutes before Li Feng went on stage, Wang Jinkun happened to encounter Li Feng.

The scene flashes back to a few minutes earlier.

Li Feng turned around, preparing to enter the passage, where Wang Jinkun was already waiting: "Li Feng, haven't you clung to women's thighs to make quite some money? Want to make a bet?"

"Make a bet?"

"That's right, I've set up a betting pool in the arena, but this match is a bit boring because your opponent is Liao Qingyang, the foremost figure of Wudang from ten years ago. Although it's been ten years, no one knows how strong he has become."

"However, with his reputation, the betting on this match is almost one-sided, and the number of people betting on you can be counted on one hand."

"You've always been so cocky, even helping the Xingyi Sect go against me. Since you want to show off, that's going against me, Wang Jinkun."

"But as it stands, the chances of us meeting in the ring are almost zero, given that you're destined to lose this match."

"Of course, if you have any different ideas, then bet with me. If you win, it's a full win, but if you lose, heh heh."

"Dare to try?"