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At this moment, Gong San had already rushed in front of Xiao Yefeng. For an ordinary Geomancer, this position was essentially a forbidden zone, as Geomancers in Huaxia typically focused on learning their respective knowledge and honing their spiritual communication techniques. As a result, physical training was often a blind spot for them. When confronted by an Ancient Warrior up close, a Geomancer would generally lose everything. However, this time Gong San had miscalculated; Xiao Yefeng was not only a Geomancer but also a former Mercenary.
Of course, Gong San was aware of Xiao Yefeng's identity. He paid no mind to this former Mercenary test subject, thinking that what could a Mercenary do? In comparison to himself, it was like the difference between stars and the Bright Moon.
Seeing how easily he had approached Xiao Yefeng, Gong San found it strange. Was there no talisman or ghostly attack? Wasn't that the Geomancer's specialty? He had even prepared defenses, but it turned out to be so simple to resolve.
Lost in thought, Gong San showed no mercy. With a loud shout, he swung his fist—large as a sandbag—toward Xiao Yefeng's chest. At that moment, Xiao Yefeng nimbly dodged the punch. After evading it, he pointed his finger and executed the Intercepting Finger technique, aiming directly at Gong San's lower ribs.
Gong San's punch missed its target, and just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his right side. It felt as if his entire right side had gone numb. In such close combat, any mistake could lead to significant trouble. Just as Gong San hesitated for a moment, Xiao Yefeng swept his leg low and knocked Gong San down. At this point, Xiao Yefeng was fully immersed in his habitual close-quarters combat state and had completely forgotten that Gong San was merely a test subject.
In Xiao Yefeng's eyes, the fallen Gong San was an enemy. After taking him down, Xiao Yefeng transformed his finger into a claw and struck with lightning speed toward Gong San's throat. At this moment, Xiao Yefeng was far beyond the eighteen-year-old version of himself; back then, he had the codename Bee. This set of combat techniques combined the Intercepting Finger from finger techniques with the Dislocation Technique from grappling and Rubbing Feet from leg techniques—he had once dominated within the Zodiac.
Anyone who had fought against the young Xiao Yefeng had never emerged victorious. The key lay in how proficiently he practiced these three forms of Ancient Martial Arts from Huaxia; the combination of each move made it difficult to find any flaws. Back then in the Zodiac, an older generation Mercenary had once challenged Bee and ended up with his neck broken by Xiao Yefeng using this very set of techniques.
Just like back then, when that Mercenary attacked Xiao Yefeng with a punch, he found his rib broken by the Intercepting Finger technique before being knocked down by a sweeping leg kick. In an instant, Xiao Yefeng's claw grasped at his throat. The crisis reappeared; however, unlike before when Xiao Yefeng had been cold-hearted and ruthless due to his past experiences, now he had changed because of his captain's death.
Suppressing the surge of bloodlust that flooded his mind, Xiao Yefeng bit down on his tongue to regain clarity. He adjusted his wrist and redirected his grip away from Gong San's neck to the ground beneath them. His five fingers dug into the earth, creating five deep impressions. At that moment, Gong San felt death brush past him; although Xiao Yefeng’s claw did not strike him directly, with his nearly two-meter tall frame pinned beneath Xiao Yefeng, he dared not move. Xiao Yefeng’s wrist felt like the scythe of death pressing against his throat as sweat soaked through Gong San’s clothes.
“You… you’re not a Geomancer?” Gong San dared not move recklessly and could only lie on the ground staring at the five fingers embedded in the earth.
“Huff huff huff!” A series of heavy breaths escaped from Xiao Yefeng’s lips. He did not answer but struggled to suppress his emotions. He didn’t understand why he was like this; ever since leaving the Zodiac, he could no longer control his bloodthirsty impulses—especially when facing an equally matched opponent—the urge to kill surged uncontrollably.
Just moments ago he had been excited about encountering such an evenly matched adversary and welcomed the challenge without hesitation. Yet at the instant they engaged in combat, clarity slipped away from him—why was that? Could it be because of that injection? At this thought, memories of leaving the Mercenary group flooded back to him.
“Xiao Yefeng?” At that moment, Zhao Xing and Gong San were continuously calling out to Xiao Yefeng, finally waking him up. As Xiao Yefeng withdrew his arm and stood up from Gong San's back, he pulled Gong San up and said, “I’m sorry! I lost my composure!”
Xiao Yefeng's words made Gong San awkwardly close his mouth. Originally, Gong San wanted to ask Xiao Yefeng something, but since Xiao Yefeng had already apologized, he couldn’t press further. Moreover, members of the Metaphysics Society rarely divulged their situations. However, this lesson made Gong San realize that a Geomancer was not necessarily afraid of close combat. This understanding saved his life in a future life-and-death battle.
Standing up, Xiao Yefeng asked, “Is the test over?”
“Um! Actually, we are just peripheral testers. The real test for a Geomancer is simply to find him and endure for ten minutes in a match with me without getting caught. After all, Geomancers tend to have weaker physiques. Although they are much stronger than ordinary people, they can’t hold out long against us Ancient Warriors. So as long as they can last for a while, that’s enough,” Gong San said respectfully, his earlier arrogance gone.
“Third Brother, how do we write our evaluation?” At this point, Xiao Yefeng had already separated from the two, and Gong San and Zhao Xing were walking back when Zhao Xing spoke up.
“How to write it? Just be honest. This Xiao Yefeng will definitely establish himself in the Metaphysics Society in the future. We were the first to interact with him; once he stands firm in the Metaphysics Society, we won’t suffer any losses. I plan to give him a perfect score!” Gong San touched the mark on his neck, still feeling shaken by that terrifying claw.
“A perfect score? If he doesn’t achieve good results, we’ll be held responsible!” Zhao Xing said.
“If it weren’t for him holding back today, I would have been done for. Do you think a Geomancer could defeat me in close combat? What more explanation do you need? And let me tell you, he didn’t use any Feng Shui Techniques to interfere with me!” Gong San replied.
“What? He didn’t use any Qimen techniques to interfere with you? And he still managed to defeat you?” Zhao Xing exclaimed in shock. He had thought that Gong San’s defeat was due to some trick used by Xiao Yefeng. However, Gong San’s words startled him; if Xiao Yefeng could defeat someone who had just entered Mingjing without using Qimen techniques, then he was truly formidable.
“Well then, I’ll also give him a perfect score—definitely a perfect score!” As the two discussed this matter, the rare occurrence of dual perfect scores appeared again in the peripheral tests of the Metaphysics Society after decades. Xiao Yefeng had no idea that his test had been recorded by Zhao Xing and that his seamless defensive counterattack had been transmitted within the Metaphysics Society.
Meanwhile, in a building in Beijing North, several people were gathered around a large display screen showing Xiao Yefeng dodging Gong San's powerful punches. After Gong San briefly trembled and was knocked down by Xiao Yefeng's claw strike, this short clip replayed repeatedly. The leader paused the video and then opened several other clips to review them one by one before asking, “So what do you all think about these six individuals this year? Is there anyone you’re interested in?”
“I want number three!” After the leader spoke, a Green-Clad Elder standing off to the side immediately stood up and declared.
“Old Li, don’t be shameless. Last year, you took Lu Zhan away from us. This year, this one belongs to our Ancient Warrior! I want Number Three!” The Green-Clad Elder exclaimed, slamming the table in front of him. Across from him sat a robust old man with silver hair and a ruddy complexion, who looked as strong as an ox.
“Hey! I’m Old Cao! Can you see clearly? That Number Three is one of our Geomancers! Don’t tell me you didn’t know that he solved the Feng Shui issue in Hangzhou. I won’t let such a good talent slip away to you!” The Green-Clad Elder argued passionately.
“Old Li, you really have no shame. Can’t you see his methods? The way he defeated that Palace Family brat is clearly from our Ancient Warrior lineage—Dislocating Bone Capture and Rubbing Feet. Wouldn’t it bury his talent if he goes to your Geomancers?” The Silver-Haired Elder retorted angrily, his beard bristling.
“Old Cao, you should know that your Ancient Warrior lineage is thriving these days. Look at us Geomancers—count them one by one; how many do we even have?” The Green-Clad Elder countered.
“Stop with the useless talk. Finding people for you Geomancers is easy; just memorize those dusty old books! But how many of us truly understand Ancient Martial Arts?” The Silver-Haired Elder shot back, refusing to back down.
The two elders were locked in a heated argument, neither willing to yield. Those around them wore expressions of helplessness as they watched their two friends clash. The elder leading the group felt the tension rising and finally banged the table, saying, “Alright, alright! Here’s what we’ll do: let the Twelve Groups investigate first. You can compete for him during the interviews later!”
Once he spoke, the atmosphere in the room eased considerably. However, the sparks in the eyes of the two elders remained undiminished. Seeing this situation unfold, the leading elder could only summon a young man and hand over a photo of Xiao Yefeng.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yefeng had already met up with Liu Yiyi and Mei Mo'er. News of his scheduled confrontation with Abel had long reached the Two Goddesses. As prominent families in Huaxia, the Liu Family was well aware of Abel's identity as an Ability user. Such matters were not suitable for public discussion and therefore could not be included in their records. At that moment, the three were seated at a table, reviewing the information sent over by Hong Yan.
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