Chapter Eighty-One: First Battle Victory

  Time flies, and the few days' time has passed. The primary selection of the Kontrol Yuan Conference has also ended, and now it is the preliminary round that Du Fei participated in. There are nearly a thousand people participating in this preliminary round, and about one-tenth of them hold Tian Xing like Du Fei. All these thousands of people were called to the central martial arts platform by the organizing committee. The entire preliminary round was an elimination match, and once you lose, there is no chance to advance, so for the thousand young people on the field, this opportunity only comes once, leaving no room for error. Except for those arrogant Tian Xing military teams who seemed calm, those Kontrol Yuan masters who came out of the primary selection were extremely excited. The organizing committee began another speech that made people drowsy.

  Du Fei was also standing in the center of the field, staring blankly at the person speaking in front of him with a flattering expression on his face. Although the organizing committee's officials were speaking here, the controllers on the scene were still whispering to each other, only slightly softer.

  Du Fei also took a glance around and saw Zujitian, who was clapping his fan and smiling at him with a handsome face on the stage. Du Fei also smiled strangely back at Zujitian. However, just as Du Fei turned his body around, a group of cold eyes were staring at him, and they were none other than the Yearly Crowds he had clashed with in the teahouse a few days ago.

  At this time, a group of people were paying attention to Du Fei's every move. Du Fei also discovered that several people were staring at him with ill intentions and immediately retracted the smile on his face, revealing a fierce expression as he glared at them. However, Nian Jue coldly smiled and raised his right hand, drawing his index finger across his neck. Upon seeing this gesture, Du Fei's anger flared up, and he responded by spitting in return. Nian Jue's smile changed to one of indignation upon witnessing Du Fei's behavior.

  Du Fei saw Dao Nian's sudden change in expression and couldn't help but smile with pride. The others present also looked at Du Fei with a mixture of shock and disbelief on their faces. Indeed, Dao Nian was legendary among these people, and everyone was quite shocked by Du Fei's actions.

  After more than ten minutes of tedious speech, everyone also got off the stage and returned to their own positions. The contestants who were arranged to compete had to get ready to perform. Coincidentally, Du Fei was going to compete in the first round, but he didn't make any preparations at all. He just sat in the waiting area, waiting for the staff to come over and inform him. However, when Du Fei sat down to rest, there were many strange eyes staring at him in the resting room, whispering and discussing something among themselves. Du Fei also happened to overhear some of the discussions about himself.

  "Hey, that guy is the one who offended Nian Jue, and his abilities aren't impressive either. I think he's in trouble this time, Nian Jue is the pride of Zhong De Province after all. Even those old men have to give him some face, this kid has provoked him, I think it's more bad than good." a man said in a low voice.

  "Exactly, exactly..." another person nodded quietly in agreement.

  Du Fei was also shocked to hear this, and didn't expect that the matter of annoying Yan Jue on the same day would spread to these people's ears so quickly. It can be seen how great Yan Jue's reputation is in Zhongde City. Du Fei sneered and said, "Hmph, a group of idiots." Without paying attention to the crowd's gaze, Du Fei tapped his leg and sat leisurely, minding his own business.

  "Du Fei, Zhang Li, both of you are ready to go on stage for a trial." A staff member's voice came over.

  A tall, imposing man stood up and looked in the direction of Du Fei with a disdainful expression. Meanwhile, Du Fei had already gotten up from his seat with an air of nonchalance. Seeing the strange gaze cast by the man, Du Fei also gave him a glance before walking away to the staff's desk without paying much attention.

  That tall man was called Zhang Li, Du Fei's first opponent. Zhang Li was about a head taller than Du Fei and was also looking down on him with disdain as they walked together to the competition area under the guidance of the staff. The two arrived at the venue, a large martial arts platform covering hundreds of square meters, surrounded by a transparent yuanqi barrier wall to protect the audience from elemental attacks. The stands were filled with cheering spectators, and various voices echoed through the air, shouting encouragement to the contestants as elements danced around, creating ripples on the surface of the yuanqi barrier wall.

  The staff retreated out of the venue after verifying the situation of the two and announcing the rules, paying attention to the situation on the field in a specially set location.

  "Are you Du Fei?" Zhang Li looked at Du Fei with disdain and asked.

  Looking at Zhang Li's arrogant appearance, Du Fei was also annoyed and said: "That's right, it's your grandfather."

  "Hah, I thought you were some kind of goods. You dare to provoke Lord Nian, it seems like you don't want to live. Today, I'll help Lord Nian take care of this stray dog." Zhang Li said with a big laugh.

  "Oh, I see. So it was that idiot who's been causing trouble all along. You must be the one he arranged to come here, just wanting to test my abilities. Looks like that idiot is just a lowly mouse after all, and you're just a second-rate nuclear core." Du Fei said disdainfully.

  "Hmph, don't waste words, you're only one level higher than me, watch this." Zhang Li spoke as he launched the first attack on Du Fei. His fists were clenched tightly, with a layer of rock-like substance wrapped around them. Du Fei saw the incoming fists and looked at his opponent with a strange expression, raising his own fist to wait for the impact.

  A loud crash was heard, and debris scattered through the air. The rock that Zhang Li had wrapped his fist in was shattered by Du Fei's blow. Zhang Li took a few steps back, stabilizing himself, his face pale with pain and shock as he stared at Du Fei. Du Fei stood calmly on the spot, looking back at him.

  Only Zhang Li knew how powerful his previous punch was - it had been equivalent to over a thousand kilograms of force. But Du Fei had effortlessly neutralized it, leaving Zhang Li utterly astonished.

  But how could Zhang Li have known about Du Fei's rigorous training environment since childhood? Even during the preparatory stages of the Demon-Subduing Golden Strength technique, Du Fei had been lifting weights of several thousand kilograms every day. A force equivalent to a mere thousand kilograms was nothing to be feared by him.

  "Oh, so it's just a country bumpkin." Du Fei laughed and said.

  Zhang Li's face showed even more surprise at Du Fei's words, and the arrogant air from earlier was completely gone. However, after the exchange just now, he also thoroughly understood Du Fei's strength and didn't dare to be slow, mobilizing all his energy to vigilantly stare at Du Fei.

  "Look out!" Du Fei suddenly shouted, and with a burst of speed, he jumped to the front of Zhang Li. With one foot, he kicked forward, while Zhang Li was also shocked by Du Fei's extremely fast speed. Before Zhang Li could react, Du Fei had already kicked again, catching him off guard.

  Zhang Li was kicked flying by Du Fei for several meters, and after rolling on the ground for a few rounds, he struggled to get up and looked at Du Fei with a terrified expression in his eyes. "Pfft" A mouthful of blood spurted out. He never expected that Du Fei's physical attack would be so powerful.

  "Hmph, you're just a small fry after all. I thought you were more capable, but it turns out you're just a dog with only this much skill. I'm not interested in you," Du Fei said disdainfully.

  Zhang Li heard Du Fei's words and didn't dare respond again, he could only look at Du Fei with resentment. He looked up at the stage again and saw that Nian Jue's expression was exceptionally cold, making Zhang Li feel a bit intimidated.

  Zhang Li also knew that Nian Jue wasn't a benevolent character, if he gave up like this and lost face in front of Nian Jue, things wouldn't go well for him afterwards. Thinking about this, Zhang Li gritted his teeth and launched an attack on Du Fei, using extremely fast movements to strike.

  A thick stone pillar suddenly burst out from the ground and shot towards Du Fei. Du Fei saw Zhang Li's actions and was enraged, shouting "You're still not giving up!" He then swung his fist at the incoming stone pillar and punched it.

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  A loud crash echoed again, and Du Fei's fist shattered the incoming stone pillar into powder. Zhang Li, whose incomplete martial arts technique was forcibly broken by Du Fei's punch, spat out a mouthful of blood once more, his body going limp as he knelt to the ground, gazing up at Du Fei with a pained and helpless expression. Du Fei too had been knocked back several meters by the stone pillar before regaining his footing, just as he was about to launch another attack. But Zhang Li raised his hand and shouted: "I concede! You win!" Upon hearing Zhang Li's words, Du Fei halted his movements, his face expressionless as he said: "Hmph, go back and tell your dog of a master to come out and fight me himself, instead of resorting to underhanded tricks from behind."

  The referee saw the situation on the field and rushed up immediately, shouting: "Du Fei wins this game."

  "Ah... Wow..." At this time, cheers erupted from the location closer to Du Fei's fighting position, cheering and jumping for joy at Du Fei's victory. Just now, Du Fei had left a deep impression on those spectators by defeating Zhang Li in just three moves, showing how formidable Du Fei's combat strength was. Although there was only one level difference between them, the intensity of this battle was like a chasm.

  Du Fei also slowly walked off the stage, raising his head to glance at Yan Jue on the platform.