The crowd booed, but Chi Yan remained unmoved. He had seen Feng Yong compete with others and found him to be quite skilled and strong.
However, his shortcomings were also exposed: he was not flexible or quick enough.
The fist was inches away, heading straight for his face. He dodged to the side with lightning speed, grabbed Feng Yong's wrist with one hand, and twisted it backward!
The latter felt an astonishing force binding his wrist, and his entire body was thrown forward uncontrollably. Fortunately, he reacted in time and managed to stabilize his lower body, delivering a sweeping side kick.
Chi Yan was faster than him, loosening his grip and taking a few steps back.
Feng Yong looked up in surprise and doubt, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes:
A true master can roughly deduce whether the other party has real skills after only a simple exchange of blows. Chi Yan didn't seem like someone who was all show and no substance.
He couldn't believe it; perhaps it was just a fluke. His face darkened, and he took another step forward.
The two fighters on the field were dazzling, and the audience below the stage gradually began to understand the tricks of the trade. Although Feng Yong's attacks were fierce, after several rounds, he couldn't even touch the hem of Chi Yan's clothes, feeling powerless as if he were punching cotton.
On the other hand, Chi Yan, though only defending and not attacking, acted with ease, as if he were toying with his opponent!
A group of people gradually became anxious as they watched:
"Has Feng Yong not eaten? He looks so weak and listless."
"Could it be that they're deliberately letting the commander off the hook? That wouldn't be interesting!"
"Commander, stop hiding! Beat him up! Beat him back hard!"
Some people saw through the trick, their expressions turned serious, and they gradually fell silent.
When the whispers reached Feng Yong's ears, he frowned in frustration. Was it because he didn't want a quick victory? He clearly couldn't even get close to Chi Yan; heaven knows how slippery the other man was!
At this point, his mindset was no longer as relaxed as it had been at the beginning. Chi Yan was definitely not as easy to deal with as he had thought, but he didn't want to show weakness and become a laughing stock, so he deliberately mocked him:
"Commander, since this is supposed to be a friendly spar, it's not right for you to keep avoiding me! Why don't we have a real fight?"
This provocation may have worked, because Chi Yan gave him a deep look and slightly curled his lips: "Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, he switched from defense to offense, lightly skimming over with his toes touching the ground. Although he was not as strong as him, Chi Yan used skillful techniques to deflect force with minimal effort, making his moves swift and unpredictable!
He thought he would have the advantage in a head-on confrontation, but the opposite happened. Feng Yong was so shocked that he retreated repeatedly and hastily raised his arm to block.
Often, just as he defused a crisis, Chi Yan would launch another attack. Unable to touch his opponent, his strong and powerful body became cumbersome, turning into a disadvantage and instantly putting him in a passive position.
The people below gradually quieted down, watching the scene intently. Now anyone could see that Feng Yong was struggling. After a dozen or so rounds, he was panting heavily, sweat was beading on his forehead, and his face was dark red.
Chi Yan's breathing rate barely changed. He raised his hand and struck Feng Yong hard in the chest. The latter suddenly leaned back and slid a distance on the ground.
Amidst the swirling dust, Feng Yong staggered to regain his balance. Just as he was about to stand up, he lightly tapped his forehead with his fingertip, and a casual voice fell from above:
"If this were a sword, you would have been stabbed right through by now."
Feng Yong's face turned pale and then red. He looked up and met Chi Yan's gaze, gritted his teeth, and clasped his hands in a fist salute: "I lost!"
A deep sense of apprehension lingered in his eyes. He had used almost all his strength just now, yet Chi Yan didn't seem to be struggling much, indicating that he had still held back some power.
He was no match for his opponent at all. It was laughable that he had been spouting nonsense in front of him before. Thinking of this, Feng Yong's face was quite interesting.
Chi Yan raised the corners of her lips and looked him up and down with a smile: "And then?"
His face stung as if he'd been slapped. Feng Yong's lips twitched violently twice. He closed his eyes and said, "A bet's a bet! From now on, I, Feng Yong, will obey the Commander's orders!"
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