Chapter 575: How on Earth Did He Do It?
"Sorry, I just slipped," Mad Dog said as he got up, ready to continue the match.
"Mad Dog, get down here!" Jiaolong commanded sternly.
"Captain, what’s wrong? I just..."
"Shut up!" Jiaolong roared. "If this were a battlefield, you’d be dead already!"
He had seen the whole thing. Jiaolong was still reeling from shock... and fear. Leng Feng’s speed was terrifying.
"Are you kidding me, Captain?" Mad Dog laughed, still believing he had just tripped by accident.
"Touch your damn neck!" Hearing this, Jiaolong could no longer hold back and finally exploded.
Only then did everyone notice the thin scratch on Mad Dog’s neck. It was shallow, but blood was trickling from it.
Mad Dog stared at the blood on his palm and gasped, his eyes filling with fear for the first time. I’m... injured? How is that possible?
It wasn’t just Mad Dog. Xie Hui’s eyes glinted as his expression changed drastically. He had seen Leng Feng throw Mad Dog aside, but he hadn’t seen him strike, let alone leave a cut on Mad Dog’s neck. Doesn’t this mean that even if I fought Leng Feng, I might last a few rounds, but the outcome would be the same? For the first time, Xie Hui’s expression grew grave.
Mad Dog’s face turned white as a sheet. The fear in his eyes deepened as he realized Jiaolong was right. On a real battlefield, I would already be dead. And I wouldn’t even know how it happened.
"Ma Biao, you’re up!" Jiaolong said, his tone grave. "Remember: don’t hold back."
Before, telling Mad Dog not to hold back had been a formality, just following orders. This time, Jiaolong was completely serious.
"Yes, sir!" Ma Biao’s expression was just as grim as he walked to the center of the training ground. A circle was drawn on the floor; falling or stepping out of it meant defeat.
Seeing Ma Biao step up, the crowd’s expression shifted. He was, after all, strong enough to be ranked in the top five of the Divine Machine Camp.
The moment Ma Biao stepped into the circle, he threw a punch without a word. The blow was packed with enough force to snap a tree trunk as thick as a man’s thigh. But Ma Biao instantly regretted it. The punch carried hundreds of pounds of force; if it landed, it could seriously injure or even kill Leng Feng. To make matters worse, the kid was just standing there, frozen to the spot. Only when his fist was inches away did Leng Feng seem to react, slowly raising his own.
This is bad! Even Jiaolong’s expression changed.
Mad Dog excelled at speed, while Ma Biao excelled at strength. If Mad Dog were to face Ma Biao, he’d be killed in a single punch. The top-five ranking in the Divine Machine Camp was no joke.
Jiaolong was about to shout a warning, but the next scene made him gasp.
BANG!
A figure flew backward and slammed onto the ground.
It was Ma Biao! And the one who had sent him flying was Leng Feng.
Leng Feng was slowly withdrawing his fist, a puzzled look on his face. Are the men of the Divine Machine Camp this weak? Sent flying by a single punch?
This time, everyone’s expression changed completely. The result was just too clear, too obvious. Leng Feng’s strength was so overwhelming that he had defeated Ma Biao in a single move.
"Damn! Ma Biao couldn’t be acting, could he?"
"Acting? Didn’t you see that Ma Biao can’t even lift his arm?"
"But how is this possible? It’s only been half a month, and that kid Leng Feng can defeat Ma Biao?"
The men of the Divine Machine Camp were dumbfounded.
"I’ll go," Jiaolong said, flexing his hands as he slowly walked toward Leng Feng.
Seeing their captain take the field, the crowd was stunned again. The number one fighter of the Divine Machine Camp was personally stepping in.
An even more shocking scene unfolded. The moment Jiaolong and Leng Feng clashed, they erupted into a flurry of blows. The collision of extreme speed and power made everyone’s heart pound. As the strongest fighter in the Divine Machine Camp, Jiaolong’s abilities were beyond question—in speed, strength, and combat experience, he was the best. Yet, everyone could see Leng Feng holding his own, not giving an inch.
As the fight raged on, Jiaolong grew more and more alarmed. He realized that Leng Feng matched him perfectly in strength and speed, and even his combat instincts were just as sharp. Toward the end of the exchange, Jiaolong felt that if not for his slight edge in experience, he would have already lost. Leng Feng seemed to anticipate his every move, countering a split second beforehand to disrupt his attacks. He even launched his own torrential assault, a relentless storm of blows.
Impossible! Jiaolong’s mind reeled in disbelief. Leng Feng is Instructor Leng’s son, but the instructor never personally taught him any fighting skills, not even basic training. Half a month ago, Leng Feng was just an ordinary person—weaker than ordinary, even, given how frail he was. I have the strength of a Soldier King, enhanced by a Gene Potion. So how am I struggling this much against him?
WHAM!
Leng Feng unleashed a sweeping kick at Jiaolong’s chest. With no time to defend, Jiaolong took the full force of the blow and staggered back, his feet landing just outside the circle.
He lost.
Jiaolong had actually lost. Not only had he lost, but he had lost incredibly fast. The whole fight couldn’t have lasted five minutes.
What shocked the crowd even more was the sight of blood trickling from Jiaolong’s fists. He was injured. Leng Feng had also taken several hits during the exchange, but he appeared completely unharmed.
This was the result of just half a month of training? A training regimen that consisted of eating, sleeping, staring into space, and even going sea fishing?
At that moment, Kong Ying was stunned, and Xie Hui fell silent. Sister Zou’s mouth hung open, at a loss for words. Kong Lin’s eyes, however, shone with a brilliant light as a look of pure elation spread across his face. Leng Feng won. He actually did it!
Leng Feng’s heart pounded with excitement. A new emotion surfaced on his face: confidence.
Indeed, Leng Feng had been plagued by a deep-seated inferiority complex his entire life. With his mother’s early death and his father’s disappearance, he struggled just to eat, and he had always been intensely envious of other children his age. Because of this, he had wanted to become stronger more than anything. But even after meeting Lin Mu, he hadn’t truly managed to overcome that timid, insecure part of himself. After all, his opponents were the Divine Machine Camp—the legendary unit his father had trained. But now, he had defeated two of their experts with his own hands.
The feeling of power was immensely satisfying. Yet, he didn’t let it go to his head. He knew that he owed all of this to Lin Mu.
Leng Feng looked toward Lin Mu and broke into a grin.
Lin Mu returned it with a small smile. He had guessed the shift in Leng Feng’s mindset, and he was glad to see the boy hadn’t lost his way.
Everyone turned their eyes to Lin Mu, their expressions a mix of shock, amazement, and disbelief.
In just half a month, he had turned a total rookie into a master capable of defeating experts from the Divine Machine Camp. How in the world had he done it?