The others, witnessing Yang Feilong's seemingly pretentious move, gritted their teeth in anger. Such an ostentatious display, truly transcending the ordinary.
"However, I hope you can maintain this demeanor later."
"Zhao Jiao, take him down, smash him hard."
Zhao Jiao wished he could do just that, but his strength was insufficient.
Witnessing Yang Feilong's actions was a tremendous provocation for Zhao Jiao. He let out a low growl and attacked directly, his long sword transforming into an afterimage as he charged at Yang Feilong.
This strike showed no mercy.
"You think you're so impressive? I'll chop off your arm, and it won't matter."
But he was mistaken. In an instant, Yang Feilong vanished from his sight. He was too fast, Yang Feilong's speed was too overwhelming. The next moment, Zhao Jiao spotted Yang Feilong behind him, but it was too late to react!
*Bang!*
He received a kick to the backside.
The kick was powerful, sending him flying off the stage.
A thunderous thud!
The next moment, he landed flat on the ground in a spread-eagle pose, completely stunned. *Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?*
The triple question appeared in his mind.
Fortunately, his nether regions were soft. Otherwise, landing like that might have turned him into a eunuch for a new era.
The entire crowd fell silent.
They seemed to be stunned by the scene.
They had expected Zhao Jiao to lose, but they never imagined he would lose in such a humiliating manner.
"Haha, dog eats dirt," Xiao Jingwen exclaimed, clapping her hands in excitement.
Zhao Jiao: "..."
His lips twitched. "Is that polite to say?"
"That was 'Wild Goose Descending on a Sand Flat,' how did it become the posture of a dog eating dirt?"
But he dared not show anger towards Xiao Jingwen.
"You..." Zhao Jiao got up from the ground, trembling as he pointed at Yang Feilong. While the fall seemed hard, it wasn't even a minor injury for him. At this moment, his cheeks felt burning hot, unsure if it was from the fall or from overwhelming shame.
"Your attack, while seemingly structured, is actually all offense and no defense, with no follow-up moves. Once your opponent's speed surpasses yours, they can instantly break your killing blow. Even if your opponent isn't as fast as you, as long as they seize the opportunity to dodge your first strike, a counter-attack can put you in an irretrievable situation!" Yang Feilong spoke in a calm tone, acting like a grandmaster imparting wisdom. "Therefore, when you strike, you cannot just go for the killing blow immediately. You must learn to vary your moves, blending offense and defense, creating illusions. This is the guidance and advice I offer you. Practice diligently in the future, ponder and reflect. When sparring or fighting, try to avoid this kind of approach, otherwise, what happened today will happen again."
Zhao Jiao: "..."
He was dumbfounded. "Are you really taking this as me seeking your guidance? I just wanted you to accept my challenge, and I prepared these words. Why are you actually giving me pointers?"
"Besides, don't you think I know this problem?"
"I just wanted to finish this quickly and humiliate you in front of Xiao Jingwen, that's why I did it!"
"If I had known your speed was this astonishing, I would never have done it."
"..."
Yang Zhenyun and the others watched Yang Feilong pontificate and guide Zhao Jiao, falling into a daze. "Were we here to be instructed by Yang Feilong? Why has the dynamic shifted like this?"
"Is he not very bright? Can't he see that these people are using 'guidance' as a pretext for a lesson?" Xiao Jinglei blinked his eyes, also bewildered by the situation and lost in thought.
Only Xiao Jingwen covered her mouth and snickered. Among everyone present, only she understood Yang Feilong's cunning nature. "Brother Feilong is too wicked, talking nonsense with a serious face, making these people bewildered. He's truly a bad brother with a belly full of schemes."
"Who else needs my guidance?" Yang Feilong clapped his hands and looked at Yang Zhenyun and the others with a serious expression.
At this moment, these individuals eyed Yang Feilong with suspicion. "Is he really treating this as them asking for his guidance? Or is he tricking them? They genuinely couldn't tell!"
However, if Yang Feilong, who was so much younger than them, were to truly instruct them, wouldn't that be too embarrassing and shameful?
At this point, everyone's gaze involuntarily shifted to Zhao Jiao.
"Why don't you try again?"
Zhao Jiao: "..."
At this moment, he felt malice from the entire world.
"Do you guys think I haven't embarrassed myself enough? Or do you think I'm a complete idiot?"
Although Zhao Jiao had been angry and felt humiliated earlier, he had now calmed down. In his calm state, he broke out in a cold sweat. The fact that Yang Feilong could appear behind him in that instant meant what? It meant the opponent's speed far surpassed his own.
He had always prided himself on his speed, but now his speed was being crushed. If he didn't recognize his current standing, he would truly be an idiot. Even if he went up again, even if the outcome were slightly better, it wouldn't be much different. He felt Yang Feilong was playing the fool to hide his true strength, and perhaps Yang Feilong was indeed the Yang Feilong on the Heaven's Chosen list.
And if he were the Yang Feilong from the Heaven's Chosen list, then among them, only He Tian, whose cultivation had reached the Yuan Martial Realm, would have a chance to defeat him!
He Tian had only broken through to the Yuan Martial Realm after the age of thirty, which was why he hadn't made it onto the Heaven's Chosen list.
Yes, he was the only cultivator among Yang Zhenyun's followers who was over thirty years old!
"I'll do it!" Just then, a cultivator beside Yang Zhenyun stepped forward.
This person was two to three years older than Yang Zhenyun, and his cultivation was slightly lower, but he was still at the late stage of the Spiritual Martial Realm, significantly stronger than Zhao Jiao.
If he were to attack, he would still not be Yang Feilong's match.
He glanced at Yang Zhenyun and He Tian, and then it would be up to the two of them to fight.
The gap in strength was too large; a war of attrition would only lead to more embarrassment, with little effective outcome.
Just like their war of attrition against He Tian, it wasn't very effective.
For instance, Zhao Jiao's earlier attack, while an attempt, didn't even count as a warm-up for Yang Feilong. Being kicked off the stage, his expenditure was probably zero. During the pause, he had already recovered.
"I am Li Xingshan, please give me your guidance!" Li Xingshan stepped onto the stage, holding a large saber and cupping his fists.
"Proceed!" Yang Feilong maintained his posture of keeping one hand behind his back.
At this moment, even though Yang Feilong was unarmed, Li Xingshan did not dare to underestimate him, as Yang Feilong had already proven his capabilities through practical action.
"Be careful!" Li Xingshan shouted lowly. The next moment, his figure moved steadily towards Yang Feilong, his saber flashing like a curtain, enveloping Yang Feilong.
Clearly, he had learned from Zhao Jiao's previous failure and intended to fight Yang Feilong steadily, utilizing his excellent offensive and defensive capabilities.