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If Xiao Yefeng were to know Hong Yan's thoughts at this moment, he would certainly understand. The Xiao Family is different from ordinary Geomancers. While regular Geomancers choose their successors by observing their temperament, character, and qualities, this requires careful scrutiny. Even after accepting a disciple, they must conduct regular psychological evaluations. After all, a Geomancer wields powers that surpass those of ordinary people, and possessing such extraordinary abilities can easily lead one astray.
Thus, without over a decade of testing, a Geomancer will not impart Feng Shui Techniques to their disciples. Even after passing the tests, the disciples must still learn step by step under their master's guidance. This is undoubtedly a lengthy process; often, the master may pass away before the disciple has fully learned everything. Even if the master leaves behind written records, a lack of understanding can still result in the disciple losing part of the inheritance.
Moreover, since ancient times in Huaxia, there has been a mindset of teaching disciples to hold back some knowledge. If you hold back some knowledge and I hold back some knowledge, then what gets passed down becomes increasingly scarce. Mysticism is profound; mastering even a portion can elevate one beyond the ordinary. However, grasping the surface is not the same as truly learning it. Therefore, renowned Geomancers often do not achieve mastery until they are well into their fifties, as only at that age can they act with complete freedom.
As for Xiao Yefeng, his rapid progress is due to the blessings of his ancestors from the Xiao Family. The inheritance of memories has aided his swift growth. However, each generation's thirty-year lifespan is not something that ordinary people would easily give up; this principle of gain and loss is inherently fair.
Soon, the car entered the underground parking lot of the building. Stepping out of the vehicle, Xiao Yefeng found the parking situation to be quite terrifying; all the luxury cars that could be named were gathered here. This parking lot could easily host a car exhibition!
Before long, staff members led Hong Yan and Xiao Yefeng into a private elevator. It was just past four o'clock. Initially thinking he had arrived early, Xiao Yefeng soon realized he was among the last to arrive upon stepping out of the elevator. His opponent, Abel, a Westerner, was already standing on the second-floor viewing platform watching him. Upon seeing him, Abel flashed a bright smile revealing his pearly white teeth. However, those sharp Fang Teeth successfully captured Xiao Yefeng's attention; they were exceptionally pointed and longer than those of an average person.
These teeth gleamed brightly like fine jade—smooth and radiant! This further convinced Xiao Yefeng of his judgment that Abel was indeed a vampire. In his memory, vampires were like this; their power stemmed from their hearts, akin to a Geomancer's Spirit Platform or an Ancient Warrior's dantian. The source of a vampire's power lies in its most vulnerable spot while simultaneously being thoroughly protected.
However, what puzzled Xiao Yefeng was that vampires were supposed to fear coming to the East. In his recollection, one of his ancestors had slain a vampire of noble rank, forcing Western vampires to vow never to set foot in Huaxia again. Had that vow been lifted? Moreover, vampires were supposed to fear sunlight! Why did this Abel seem so unconcerned?
At this moment, Xiao Yefeng noticed several other Westerners around Abel, pointing at him. He also spotted a strange figure hiding behind them; he couldn't see their face clearly but felt an eerie familiarity about them as if they were deliberately avoiding him.
After just a fleeting glance, Xiao Yefeng left with Hong Yan. Each contestant had their own designated Rest Area. Unlike wealthy families, this place was an outright arena for competition; on the surface, it appeared to be where these rich young men showcased their skills. In reality, it was a massive Money Pit, where betting was the main attraction and key economic driver.
Now seated in a chair, Xiao Yefeng calmed himself. Everything he experienced since his release from prison felt entirely new. Previously, he had wandered among ordinary people as a Mercenary, where every swift motion and pull of the trigger aimed directly at targets were mere actions against strong individuals among common folk. However, ever since becoming a Geomancer, every enemy he faced was extraordinary: Yuan Xun! Kitagawa! The two he encountered yesterday and now facing off against Hong Yan! These were all beings with powers beyond those of ordinary humans.
Xiao Yefeng even wondered if what he had encountered back then was truly the real world or if this current world was where he truly belonged? Lost in endless thoughts, he remained silent while Hong Yan, too deep in contemplation about what she would gain or lose by standing alongside him.
The Rest Area was essentially the best vantage point, facing a wall that was a one-way mirror, allowing those inside to clearly see the central competition area of the Arena. At that moment, two skilled fighters were battling it out—though calling it a match would be more accurate to say it was underground fighting. All participants had come voluntarily, either for fame or to win the substantial prize money.
The Fierce Tiger Fighting Club in Beijing North had become the pinnacle venue for underground fighting in the country. Here, even the entry fee had a base price of ten thousand yuan per match. For Xiao Yefeng, this amount was merely a drop in the ocean. Ever since joining the Mercenary ranks, he had not worried about money; however, he understood that money could be a devil.
During a Mercenary mission in the Middle East, Xiao Yefeng encountered a group of local bandits and witnessed a father who was turned away from a hospital because he couldn't produce one hundred yuan. For that one hundred yuan, the young father lost his child at the hospital's entrance. The child's ailment could have been easily treated with a two hundred yuan serum, but that one hundred yuan cost him everything. In the end, this father chose to join the local bandit group and was ultimately eliminated by Xiao Yefeng's team.
Money was indeed strange; some became wealthy overnight while others fell into poverty just as quickly. The participants here were no different. Xiao Yefeng was considered a high-level competitor; he had merely rented the venue and remained a consumer of the club's services. From his room, he could see the competitors preparing in the central area of the arena.
Among the various competitors, there were many tall and strong individuals, but there were also plenty who looked frail and lacked any fighting experience—people like Xiao Yefeng who were desperate for the high entry fees.
“Ladies and gentlemen, do you see? Our newcomer Mr. Bai has already made it through three rounds! Do you think he can last through the fourth?”
The announcer's voice echoed throughout the circular arena. Xiao Yefeng's attention was drawn to a man leaning against an iron railing, his back against a wire fence. This man appeared slightly overweight and was trembling, especially his leg muscles which were shaking violently—not from fear but from exhaustion and cramping.
The man wore a white tank top and faded jeans, but his honest face struck Xiao Yefeng as familiar. With an excellent memory for faces, Xiao Yefeng could accurately identify targets even after brief encounters. Yet this honest face puzzled him; where had he seen it before?
Bai! Bai! Bai! The surname Bai finally clicked in Xiao Yefeng's mind as he recalled a cheerful taxi driver with an optimistic demeanor—the very driver who took him to Golden House Courtyard. Pulling two business cards from his backpack—one pure white and one colorful—the name Leifeng Fleet instantly brought back all memories related to this driver.
At that time, Xiao Yefeng had been suffering from severe pain due to aftereffects and had caught a glimpse of Bai Mingfu's face in the rearview mirror. Looking back now, he realized there had been something off; he hadn't paid attention then, but now he recalled that Bai Mingfu had a dark mole on his fate line and an ominous aura between his eyebrows—an indication of impending disaster. It was clear that engaging in such reckless underground fighting meant trouble was already looming.
“What does it mean to last three rounds?” Xiao Yefeng asked curiously as he looked at Hong Yan.
At that moment, Hong Yan snapped back to reality after hearing Xiao Yefeng's question. After glancing at Bai Mingfu’s bloodied state, she replied, “Oh! This is part of a voluntary competition organized by Fierce Tiger—a completely amateur event where participants have no training in Ancient Martial Arts. It’s just ordinary street fighting: you throw punches and kicks at each other. If someone can last through all five rounds without conceding defeat, they walk away with five hundred thousand yuan.”
"Five matches?" Xiao Yefeng asked.
"That's right. It's a brutal competition, but it's entirely voluntary. Although it seems inhumane, every participant has signed a life-and-death contract and is fully willing to take part," Hong Yan said, shrugging helplessly as he looked at the bloodstained Bai Mingfu.
"Is it really all voluntary? I know this man; he drives a taxi in the south. Even though we only met briefly, I can tell he's not that kind of person," Xiao Yefeng replied, glancing at the business card in his hand. He remembered the honest, chubby driver and couldn't believe he would be someone so reckless with his life.
At that moment, Hong Yan glanced at the business card in Xiao Yefeng's hand, deep in thought. After a moment, he pressed a button on the table to call over a waiter. After saying something to the waiter, Hong Yan took out another business card and handed it to him.
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