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  "Boom..."

  Ireland's fist struck again, a powerful punch that had been building up, blasting straight into the void above, creating gusts of wind and shattering the air with a deafening sound that rang in everyone's ears.

  "Kid, if you've got skills, don't hide." Ireland gazed at Yifeng with disdain, the veins on his fist bulging, his internal energy swirling around it, radiating a brilliant glow.

  "Damn it!"

  Yi Feng disdainfully spat out a phrase: Who would give up their own strengths and use weaknesses to collide with you?!

  These sarcastic words instantly made Ireland's face turn red with rage, his anger filling his entire body, his fists clenched even tighter, the veins on his forehead bulging, and his originally handsome face looking ferocious beyond compare, it was clear that these two words had enraged him to the extreme.

  "Are you looking for trouble?"

  One angry roar, the aura in Ireland's body burst out like a chain, entwining and colliding with his meridians, causing his face to contort in agony, clearly this move had brought him immense harm.

  Staring at the fist's surging aura, like a chain extending outward from his gaze. Yi Feng's eyes also became serious, he had seen this martial skill in the Martial Skills Pavilion.

  Daily low-level skill - Chain Seal. Although it is only a daily low-level skill, the explosive force is extremely strong and can be compared to that of the daily mid-level. At the same time, the practitioner must also endure the same immense pain, the chain-like strangulation of the meridians' pain, which is not something an ordinary person can withstand.

  Yi Feng wouldn't foolishly take the hit head-on, he had every reason to believe that if he did, he'd immediately end up lying down here. His silhouette constantly shifted, and each time his fists exploded with power, barely grazing his own body, he could even feel the scorching heat emanating from them.

  Each punch shoots out the air in space, and the invisible air seems to be like a huge water surface, with wave marks rising one after another towards all directions, showing the power of this fist.

  This punch also shocked everyone in place. Who would have thought that Ireland, which was not particularly outstanding, would have such a strong martial arts technique? The gust of wind that brushed against their faces made a fierce heat flash through their eyes.

  Shi Dai'er and Tian Ni locked eyes, both seeing the astonishment in each other's gaze. They might not be surprised by Ji Jie Wuji's skills, but such a domineering and self-abusive fist method made their hearts flash with a chill.

  The constantly flashing vigor made Yifeng extremely cautious. This boxing technique was not only terrifyingly powerful, but more importantly, it rapidly increased the speed of punching out, and Yifeng had just barely dodged a few punches. The grazing fist vigor made him feel a scorching heat in his chest.

  "Damn it. How did this guy cultivate? The chain imprint on him must have reached the Great Completion stage, otherwise there wouldn't be such an effect." Yi Feng cursed in his heart, but couldn't help but admire. Every single disciple from the Sacred Land was a genius. He had underestimated everyone before.

  This unremarkable Ireland can actually endure such hardships, and has even mastered the art of tempering chains. What about others?! I'm afraid each one of them is hiding many secrets.

  The evasive figure of Yi Feng, who is dodging and hiding, makes the majority of people secretly pleased in their hearts, and they can't help but want to throw a punch at Yi Feng's body, making him never able to turn over again.

  As I thought of this, my gaze involuntarily turned to that stunningly beautiful figure, only to find that the exquisitely delicate face was filled with smiles, as if she wasn't worried at all.

  This scene made everyone's anger burn, and one by one they seemed to have forgotten that Yi Feng was no longer a useless person, shouting towards the field: "Ailan, blast that kid into smithereens. Blast him to death..."

  Ireland listened to the roar, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of saliva. Although he was now in an advantageous position, he couldn't deal with this kid. That strange speed always seemed to dodge his punches. Although it made him suffer a bit, the pain from the internal friction of the fighting energy in his meridians made his forehead sweat profusely, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

  Yi Feng seemed to have not noticed any of this, he continued to flash his figure, and didn't even get a chance to make a move. This fight was like an exam arranged for him to verify the Shadow Step technique's cultivation.

  "Feng Gege, coward, all you know is how to hide."

  Yi Feng dodged that tyrannical fist once again, but a clear and melodious voice rose from the valley, echoing in everyone's ears. The tone was full of sarcasm.

  Helpless shaking of the head, Yuefeng knew that this little demoness was going to add fuel to the fire again. Obviously, she wasn't enjoying the show now and wanted some excitement. However, did this little girl really think he couldn't dodge Ireland's punch?

  "Coward..."

  Shuaidi's shout instantly excited everyone, and one by one they shouted "coward", apparently, Shuaidi's sentence "coward" made everyone secretly pleased.

  "Shut up, you're the cowards."

  Shu Dai'er drank tenderly, her beautiful eyes gleaming with a cold light as she stared at the crowd, with a strong tendency to kill. This gaze instantly made everyone silent and chilly, one by one turning their eyes to Yu Feng in the arena, hating him so much that they wanted to scrape him off.

  On Tian's cold and ruthless face, a hint of amusement flashed at this time: It seemed that this little demon girl had learned many things from Yue Feng. At least this move was perfectly executed, only allowing the governor to set fires, but not allowing the common people to light lamps.

  Yi Feng felt those murderous gazes and couldn't help but bitterly smile: "Damn it, the little demoness cursed you guys, and now you all hate me instead."

  However, Yī Fēng didn't want to keep hiding like this either. Ireland's flurry of punches came down, and the twitching on his face became even more intense. The fist that had just been overwhelmingly powerful also weakened slightly.

  Yu Feng gazed at Ireland's fist coming at him once again. His eyes lit up: It was this moment.

  Yi Feng slowly stretched out his white and tender right hand, which made all the women jealous, to meet that overbearing fist.

  They stared at each other with wide eyes, exchanging a glance. In it, they saw incomprehension.

  This soft and fluffy fist, can't it collide with a domineering one?! Has Yi Feng gone stupid?!

  But what happened next left everyone stunned. They rubbed their eyes one by one, hardly daring to believe that what they were seeing was real.

  After the soft palm met Ireland's fist, a muffled sound burst out, and several powerful auras shot out. The two of them retreated backwards separately, while Ireland's hand was trembling.

  This time, Hou Yi's strange palm won?!

  Before anyone could react, Yi Feng's figure suddenly changed, and in the midst of Ireland's retreat, that unremarkable fist was imprinted on Ireland's chest.

  "Hmph..."

  Along with a bloody trail, Ireland slammed heavily onto the ground. Everyone's heart also shook violently like the ground.

  Lost?! He was defeated with just two moves?!