Chapter 15: A Grasp and a Grip

Day after day, the annual 'Jade' City New Blood Competition was about to begin.

This so-called New Blood Competition was essentially a contest among the young generations of several major families, those under the age of twenty. Each participating family would put forward their top prize, and only the champion could claim this prize.

Of course, although the top prize was valuable, the main purpose was still to assess the strength of the next generation!

...

Over the past ten days, Feng Hao's progress had been extremely noticeable. The efforts of these ten days could certainly match the hard training of the previous few years.

And all this credit should be attributed to the Tiger Movement Technique, of course, along with the Divine Farmer's Pharmacopoeia, both of which were indispensable.

During these days, Feng Hao, apart from sleeping and eating, spent all his time practicing. By this day, he had already reached the peak of the Fourth Rank Martial Disciple, and he only needed a breakthrough to reach the Fifth Rank.

Feng Hao had barely managed to grasp the second movement of the Tiger Movement Technique, and performing it was no longer as difficult as before.

As the sky gradually brightened, under the red maple tree, he was crouching, like a fierce beast ready to pounce, giving a fierce visual impact.

"Breath... breath..."

The muscles in his body slowly moved, and his body alternated between crouching and arching. After just a few times, he collapsed on the ground.

"Hehe!"

Feng Hao panted heavily, but his tired little face was full of joy. His mind moved, the medicinal properties spread, and he straightened up.

"Let's try!"

He reined in his momentum, his muscles tensed, and he stared at the red maple tree with a determined gaze.

"Ha!"

His momentum suddenly surged, like a fierce beast pouncing to attack. His fist rose and struck the red maple tree.

"Bang!"

Feng Hao took several steps back, stabilized his stance, and looked at the obvious fist mark on the tree. A surge of joy welled up in his heart.

"I succeeded!"

Although he still couldn't fully master the Tiger Movement Technique, he believed that even a Fifth Rank Martial Disciple would find it hard to withstand that punch.

"Rustle!..."

A commotion arose from within the city, and Feng Hao turned and quickly ran over.

Everything he had done just now was to prepare for today. He wanted to completely shed the label of mediocrity in front of everyone and make his father stand tall and regain his former prestige!

...

In the center of Jade City, a platform had been set up early. The wooden boards and stakes were made of extremely sturdy wood, which ordinary martial artists couldn't break. It was used for the young generation's competition, and there was no need to worry about it breaking.

Around the platform, the four major families each occupied one side, while the smaller forces could only watch from a distance.

When Feng Hao arrived, the place was already crowded with people. Fortunately, these people recognized him as the mediocre young master and made way for him to enter. Otherwise, he might have missed the competition by the time he squeezed in.

Seeing Feng Hao arrive, Feng Chen waved to him, signaling him to stand beside him.

His arrival also drew some attention from the various families, but more often it was ridicule and disdain.

In their view, a young man of twenty challenging a Fengyue Academy instructor was either crazy or foolish.

Yun Ying, at such a young age, was already a high-level Great Martial Artist, indicating that her talent was exceptional. In three years, she might even advance to the Martial Spirit realm. What could a mediocre young man use to compete?

Feng Hao ignored all these gazes, his expression remained unchanged, but his fists clenched quietly.

For so many years, he had lived under such gazes, and today, he was going to change everything!

When the time came, the four family heads simultaneously ascended the platform, presented their top prizes, and delivered a speech to encourage the young generation. Then, they invited Ouyang Peng from the Elegant Pavilion as the referee and announced the start of the competition.

"Bang!"

A figure leaped onto the platform, standing tall with a certain amount of momentum.

It was Yang Kui!

"Wind Hao, do you dare to come up?"

He extended his hand and directly pointed at where Feng Hao was standing.

Clearly, the incident in the market last time had left him unable to forget, and he was always thinking of revenge. So, he was the first to rush up to the platform and called out Feng Hao by name, wanting to humiliate him.

"Why not?"

Feng Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stepped toward the platform.

Feng Chen did not try to stop him. He knew that Feng Hao's current cultivation had long surpassed Yang Kui!

"Hmph!"

He snorted, scanning the surrounding gazes of mockery and amusement. He couldn't help but wonder if Feng Hao's performance on the platform would make these people's eyes pop out.

Feng Hao walked step by step onto the platform and stood in front of Yang Kui. At this moment, all eyes in the arena were focused on them.

"I will make you kneel before me and beg!"

Yang Kui's face twitched, and he spoke fiercely, his tone full of malice.

"Is that so?"

Feng Hao responded calmly, a hint of disdain flashing in his icy eyes.

"Begin!"

With Ouyang Peng's command, Yang Kui moved.

"Die!"

He raised his fist, carrying all his strength, and struck directly at Feng Hao's head. However, Feng Hao stood still, not moving at all, as if he had been frightened into a stupor.

Seeing this, many of the Feng family's young members closed their eyes, unable to bear to watch. Apart from Feng Lie, the three family heads all showed a mocking expression, while Ouyang Peng's eyes narrowed, filled with deep suspicion.

Because, he noticed that the once-mediocre young man seemed different from before, as if he had transformed from weakness to confidence?

Where did he get his confidence?

While he was puzzled, Yang Kui's fist was already near Feng Hao.

"Bang!"

A dull sound came from the platform.

"How is this possible?"

Yang Kui's family head, Yang Chong, stood up, exclaiming in shock.

"Rustle!..."

Then, a commotion arose from all over the arena.

The scene before them shocked everyone's hearts.

Yang Kui, who had long broken through to the Fourth Rank Martial Disciple, had his fist caught by the young man they had always called mediocre. This made everyone unwilling to believe their eyes.

"You!"

Sweat slid down Yang Kui's face, and his face turned red with effort. His expression changed from arrogance to fear.

It wasn't that he didn't want to struggle or move, but he had no strength to do so. He felt that every time he tried to exert strength, it was casually crushed by that iron-like hand.

"Hmph!"

A fierce light flashed in Feng Hao's eyes, and he began to apply pressure to his hand. As a result, Yang Kui's fist made a sharp, cracking sound.

"Ah!!!"

Yang Kui could no longer bear it and let out a piercing scream, a sound that made everyone's hearts tremble.

As Feng Hao's hand slowly closed, his screams became even more惨烈，就像正在被宰杀的猪一样。

“住手！他认输！”

杨崇嘴角抽搐，不得不喊出。

他知道再下去，杨魁就废了。

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