Regardless of level or weapon, Zhang Yong had every advantage.

He even managed to strike first, practically engraving victory on his forehead.

To everyone watching, there was no way Zhang Yong could lose.

After all, in their understanding, most players' martial arts were of Common or Yellow Grade, and the difference between the two wasn't significant.

Many believed that martial arts weren't the most important factor; strong attributes were the key to victory.

Martial arts and techniques were just fluff; as long as your attributes were high, you could just charge ahead!

If you were to rank the four combat factors of [Attributes], [Martial Arts], [Techniques], and [Equipment], most players still believed attributes were first, equipment second, and martial arts third.

Some might argue martial arts were second and equipment third.

As for combat techniques, they were almost always at the bottom, with many thinking they were optional and didn't affect the outcome.

No fancy technique could beat raw power.

You couldn't really blame them; they hadn't seen how vast the sky was for true masters. Like frogs in a well, how could they empathize with eagles soaring in the sky?

But today, Lin Feng was about to change their perception.

As Zhang Yong charged forward, gripping his blade, he mercilessly slashed down!

Lin Feng remained unmoved.

Everyone shook their heads in pity, thinking Lin Feng was so scared he couldn't move. Many couldn't bear to watch and covered their eyes, not wanting to see the bloody scene.

Outside the arena, Yu Meixiang's heart was in her throat, her face pale, ready to faint at any moment.

Yet, just as Zhang Yong's blade was about to fall, Lin Feng, who had been still, suddenly moved!

In an instant, he dodged the strike.

Wow!

The audience gasped in shock.

But they didn't realize this was just the beginning.

As Zhang Yong's blade missed, before he could recover and defend, a pair of powerful hands struck his back!

Bang!

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Zhang Yong felt a tremendous force hit him, causing him to stumble forward uncontrollably.

Luckily, his stance was steady, and after a few staggering steps, he barely managed to stabilize himself.

Feeling the pain from within, it was fortunate that most of his attributes were allocated to defense and physique, so the damage wasn't fatal.

Zhang Yong was more shocked than hurt.

The speed Lin Feng displayed to dodge his strike was several times his own!

And the force that hit him showed that this kid's strength was equally high.

This shattered the initial suspicion that Lin Feng had put all his points into agility. How could a level 20 rookie have such high agility and strength?

"Go, honey, kill him, and I'll introduce you to my cousin; she can be your wife too!"

"Brother Yong, take him down!"

"Brother Yong, chop him up!"

...

From the sidelines, Han Feifei and the others cheered Zhang Yong on.

"I don't believe it!"

Zhang Yong couldn't be bothered to think. Being injured by a rookie first was embarrassing, and he needed to regain his face quickly.

His expression turned serious, and with a fierce look, he swung his long blade again.

"Force Split the Mountain!"

With the support of his strong internal strength, the blade whistled through the air, determined to split Lin Feng in two.

But as quick as it happened, Lin Feng seemed to have already seen through his move. This time, instead of dodging, he charged forward with his body.

As he got close, he gathered all his strength into his shoulder and slammed into Zhang Yong.

"Iron Mountain Lean!"

In an instant, Zhang Yong felt like he'd been hit by a truck, sent flying backward.

The audience gasped in unison. Using a skill to interrupt an opponent's skill required perfect timing—too early, and it wouldn't interrupt; too late, and even if it did, you'd still get hit.

Interrupting an opponent's skill wasn't a particularly advanced technique, but it required great courage and decisiveness from the user.

After all, one mistake, and even unarmed, you could get hurt, let alone when the opponent was armed. No one would try it unless they had absolute confidence in their strength.

Zhang Yong, once again at a disadvantage, bled from the corner of his mouth.

His body, repeatedly hit, had already suffered internal injuries.

Lin Feng's strength could reach up to 520 points, and even without equipment or weapons, it was at least over 400 points.

His damage was something the level 40 Zhang Yong couldn't withstand.

Zhang Yong was just a minor character, an ordinary player who had leveled up over time.

He had been playing "The Grand Martial World" for over three years, reaching level 40 through simple daily tasks and accumulated experience.

He believed in Boss Chen Qunsheng's words and wanted to replicate his success.

So, he played very conservatively, staying in a third-rate sect as a servant, lacking both advanced martial arts and combat experience.

For Lin Feng, dealing with such a human bot was no pressure at all. He could see Zhang Yong's flaws from the moment he made a move.

Zhang Yong was still in shock, unable to believe that despite his much higher level, he was completely on the defensive against Lin Feng.

Impossible!

Still unwilling to accept it, Zhang Yong spat out a mouthful of blood and charged at Lin Feng with his blade even more frantically.

Though his strikes seemed deadly, they were just flashy moves, easily dodged by Lin Feng.

As Lin Feng dodged, he didn't forget to attack, landing ordinary punches on Zhang Yong. Against such a rookie, he couldn't be bothered to use more powerful palm techniques.

Ordinary attacks were just as effective and painful.

Every punch Lin Feng landed made Zhang Yong grimace in pain, his scalp tingling.

Finally, after several rounds, Lin Feng seized an opportunity to punch Zhang Yong's wrist, causing him to drop his blade.

Lin Feng unceremoniously picked up the blade.

Without his weapon, Zhang Yong panicked even more.

The roles reversed, Lin Feng, now armed, didn't hesitate to slash at Zhang Yong.

In his panic, Zhang Yong tried to dodge like Lin Feng had earlier.

However, Lin Feng's strike was at a tricky angle and extremely fast; Zhang Yong's agility couldn't keep up.

With one slash, a shocking wound appeared on Zhang Yong's shoulder, blood gushing like a fountain.

Ah!

The intense pain made Zhang Yong scream, and his mental defenses crumbled.

Seeing Lin Feng coldly approaching with the blade again, Zhang Yong retreated while begging for mercy.

"I surrender... I won't fight anymore, I surrender..."

But Lin Feng seemed not to hear, continuing his slow approach.

Though his pace was slow, the pressure he exuded was enough to terrify Zhang Yong.

He finally understood that Lin Feng was no longer the person he could bully at will. The angered youth from earlier was just an act to lure him into the Life and Death Arena.

As Lin Feng closed in, Zhang Yong was scared to tears, turning to run towards the arena's gate.

However, the iron gate was already locked. In the Life and Death Arena, only one person could leave alive, and there were no referees to intervene, no matter how the fight went.

"Open the door! Open the door! I don't want to fight anymore!!! Help!"

Zhang Yong desperately pounded on the iron gate, hoping to awaken the referee's conscience, unaware that interference was not allowed in the Life and Death Arena.

Han Feifei and the others were already scared stiff. They never expected their idol, Brother Zhang Yong, to be so easily defeated by Lin Feng.

Now he was running around like a lost dog.

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