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Xiao Yefeng received his number—twenty-four! It was also the last number, meaning everyone would be paired off in twos. However, according to the rules, each person would randomly draw from a box containing the remaining numbers of all participants. Once drawn, they would not need to continue drawing.
Thus, Xiao Yefeng was honored to be drawn by a muscular man named Seven! Upon seeing Xiao Yefeng dressed casually, the burly man wiped the sweat from his brow with a towel and patted Xiao Yefeng on the shoulder, laughing as he said, "Kid, remember to admit defeat early! Otherwise, Brother Dong here might just knock you out with one punch!"
Suddenly, Xu Zhe announced, "The person who draws their opponent's number can start the fight at any time. As long as one side admits defeat or loses consciousness, it's over! Let the match begin!"
Boom!
Just as Xu Zhe finished speaking, a robust figure flew through the air, nearly brushing against Xu Zhe's body. The sudden loud noise stunned everyone present. They were all paired off in twos, except for one person who stood up from a bent position—Xiao Yefeng in his casual attire.
"I won; I guess that means I'm moving on to the next round!" Xiao Yefeng shrugged and looked at Xu Zhe.
At that moment, Xu Zhe was gritting his teeth so hard that he almost drew blood. The sudden announcement to start the match was intended for Xiao Yefeng to be eliminated first. However, this was also a test of adaptability in unexpected situations. Without a doubt, Xiao Yefeng excelled in this test; while others were focused on their opponents, only Xu Zhe was fixated on this poorly dressed man.
In the instant Xu Zhe declared the match started, Xiao Yefeng seized Seven's wrist and quickly turned around. His grappling technique neutralized Seven's strength, causing him to lose his ability to resist due to the intense pain. Who would have thought that such a seemingly frail man could execute a shoulder throw that sent the three-hundred-pound Seven flying through the air?
With lightning-fast reflexes and explosive power combined with keen intellect, Xu Zhe had no choice but to admit he had misjudged him. However, with his nose in the air and prideful demeanor, Xu Zhe would never truly acknowledge someone like Xiao Yefeng. In his eyes, someone who considered themselves well-educated saw Xiao Yefeng merely as an inferior who had practiced some martial arts.
No matter how skilled he was, in the end, he still had to follow Xu Zhe's orders. After calming himself down, Xu Zhe nodded and said, "Number twenty-four advances."
What no one knew—even Xu Zhe himself—was that in a monitoring room on this floor, two stunning beauties were carefully observing everyone under the surveillance cameras. At that moment, Mei Mo'er pointed at Xiao Yefeng and said to Liu Yiyi, "Sister Yi Yi! I believe Brother Xiao is definitely hiding something impressive; see? Now you believe me! Let him protect us!"
"Mei Mo'er! With his skills being so good, we can't let our guard down even more. You know we're not ordinary people; if he has ulterior motives, it could end badly for us two weak women! Especially since you've fought him before—do you really think you can win against him? Even if I use your Silver Needle," Liu Yiyi replied while observing Xiao Yefeng's seemingly casual glance toward the camera.
"To be honest, before I saw Brother Xiao's Silver Needle and his skills this time, I thought I could defeat him. But now it seems I can't. Not only can I not, but I believe even my brother can't either. Plus, Brother Xiao seems to understand Feng Shui Techniques. Could he be someone from a mysterious sect?" Mei Mo'er said seriously.
"Let's wait and see. I believe the information we need to crack this will arrive soon," Liu Yiyi said, looking at the screen showing Xiao Yefeng.
It turned out that all along, these two girls had never truly believed in Xiao Yefeng. This was quite normal, after all; he had suddenly intruded into their world, and the blank files made them very curious. Thus, today's probing occurred. Everything would be resolved soon; whether Xiao Yefeng had ulterior motives or just happened to appear would soon be clarified.
Liu Yiyi had faith in her family's strength. Even if Xiao Yefeng were a long-hidden terrorist, she believed that with the Liu Family's status, they could uncover detailed information about him. After all, the Liu Family was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. Of course, who among the large families and business empires was truly simple?
At that moment, the second round of the competition quickly began. Out of the Twenty-Four People, only twelve remained. After Xiao Yefeng easily defeated another muscular man, only six people were left on this floor, exactly as he had anticipated.
Number three was a Muay Thai Fighter with a brown headband; number ten was a lean black man skilled in Eagle Claw; number sixteen was the lightning-fast Viper Man; number eighteen was a muscular man proficient in boxing; and number twenty was a White Man skilled in mixed martial arts. Alongside Xiao Yefeng, who had just won two matches in a row with thunderous speed, the six of them observed each other warily.
Finally, the draw determined that Xiao Yefeng would face the Muay Thai Fighter, the Eagle Claw Man would battle the White Man, and the Viper Man would go against the boxer. The three matches began simultaneously. The Muay Thai Fighter standing opposite Xiao Yefeng was clearly very nervous; his constantly bouncing body revealed that much. However, Xiao Yefeng understood that he must not let these opponents seize any opportunity, so he took the initiative to attack.
The moment the Muay Thai Fighter jumped back, Xiao Yefeng decisively struck out. In mid-air, it was nearly impossible to find a point of force; however, that fleeting moment of elevation was crucial. With a punch thrown out, Xiao Yefeng's iron fist aimed straight for the Muay Thai man's chest. Yet this Muay Thai fighter reacted incredibly quickly; he bent down and dodged to the side just in time to avoid the blow but then charged directly at Xiao Yefeng.
"Come at me!" Xiao Yefeng exclaimed sincerely.
However, seeing this punch coming from below, Xiao Yefeng knew he couldn't do much about it; after all, winning the match was paramount. At that moment, he leaned aside and dodged this strike. Just as they brushed past each other, Xiao Yefeng quickly grabbed hold of the Muay Thai Fighter and executed a throw.
After securing his grip around the Muay Thai Fighter's waist, Xiao Yefeng's muscles tensed up as he flung him away. This action triggered an old injury; although his shoulder wounds had mostly healed by now, this exertion caused those recently healed wounds to reopen, blood seeping out.
It was precisely because of this pain-induced pause that when the Muay Thai Fighter was thrown away, he managed to kick off from Xiao Yefeng's chest at that moment. This allowed both fighters to regain their footing equally; Xiao Yefeng staggered back two steps before stabilizing himself while the Muay Thai Fighter regained balance with a flip and landed firmly on his feet.
"You are strong. It's been a long time since anyone has pushed me to this extent. Now, I will use my ultimate move, so be ready!" The Muay Thai Fighter's Chinese was decent; at least every word was understandable to Xiao Yefeng.
"Come on, the warm-up is over. Let's finish this quickly!" Xiao Yefeng adjusted his stance, taking a special position as he looked at him.
At that moment, the Muay Thai Fighter suddenly charged at Xiao Yefeng, launching a claw strike towards his throat and a punch aimed at his heart. This was the lethal stance of Muay Thai, embodying a life-or-death mentality. However, Xiao Yefeng had clearly anticipated his moves. He suddenly fell forward, positioning himself under the Muay Thai Fighter just as the blow landed, causing both of them to tremble together.
Yet grappling was the essence of Muay Thai. The fighter's flexible joints and muscular build were his two greatest assets. What the Muay Thai Fighter did not expect was to encounter someone even more skilled in these areas—Xiao Yefeng. They both attacked each other fiercely, but after a brief exchange of positions, Xiao Yefeng seized the fighter's wrist, triggering the Xiao Family's signature technique: Dislocation Technique.
With one hand gripping the Muay Thai Fighter's wrist, he executed a twisting motion that instantly activated the technique. The fighter's right wrist was rendered useless, his hand and arm going limp as if broken. At that moment, the Muay Thai Fighter truly understood that he was defeated. Just when Xiao Yefeng had grabbed his wrist, he had attempted to evade using yoga techniques but was countered with a dislocation.
In less than ten seconds, the Muay Thai Fighter's other wrist also suffered the same fate. Realizing he had no choice but to concede, he announced his withdrawal. There was no way for him to reset his dislocated bones; unlike ordinary injuries where one could endure the pain and realign their bones, this dislocation was beyond self-repair. Moreover, even if he could somehow fix it himself, he believed Xiao Yefeng would not give him that chance.
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