Liu Meng stared at Lin Feng, adopting a fighting stance.
Lin Feng beckoned to Liu Meng with a flick of his finger. "I don't have a habit of striking first. You go ahead and make your move!"
"Haha, your habit is quite arrogant, isn't it?"
"I can make a move, but only if you can take it!"
Liu Meng laughed heartily and, without hesitation, unleashed a heavy punch towards Lin Feng. His fist was like a massive iron hammer, and as it swung, a piercing sonic wave could be heard.
Facing Liu Meng's powerful punch, Lin Feng clenched his fist and met it head-on. He was curious to see just how "iron-hard" Liu Meng's fist truly was.
"Is he crazy? Going fist-to-fist with Iron Fist Liu Meng?"
Below the stage, Zheng Bowen and Feng Jingyao chuckled.
"He's lost his mind. I wouldn't dare to go head-to-head with Liu Meng's fist, Lin Feng underestimates him too much!"
Dong Yichen's lips curved upwards slightly, also finding Lin Feng's move too reckless.
Just as they thought, when Lin Feng's fist collided with Liu Meng's, Lin Feng immediately felt a tingling numbness spread through his entire arm. The sensation was akin to punching a solid iron ball, and his tiger's mouth was left aching.
In contrast, Liu Meng felt no pain at all. He smirked, "Young man, you're too green. My fist is not something you can simply contend with?"
"Forget it. I don't have time to play with you anymore. You are no match for me, accept your fate!"
Liu Meng lost interest and swung another powerful punch at Lin Feng.
With the experience gained, Lin Feng no longer chose to meet the punch head-on. Instead, he utilized his agile footwork to evade.
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
Liu Meng's successive punches missed their mark, striking only air, which then produced deafening sonic booms.
The onlookers watched with bated breath; the duel was incredibly intense. Liu Meng, as expected of someone ranked forty-fourth on the Earth Ranking, possessed a fearsome punch. If it had landed on a person, even the most hardened warrior would likely be defeated.
Simultaneously, everyone was astonished by Lin Feng's nimble movements, which were as quick and slippery as an eel in water. Liu Meng simply couldn't land a hit on Lin Feng.
What was more, Lin Feng could find openings to land a surprise punch on Liu Meng. However, after a few such blows, Lin Feng's arm began to tremble. Liu Meng, a practitioner of the Iron Shirt technique, had skin as tough as iron and muscles like hardened bronze. Lin Feng's punches registered no impact on him and, instead, sent tremors back up Lin Feng's arm.
"Kid, don't waste your strength. Your attacks are like mere tickles to me."
"I told you, accept your fate!"
Liu Meng sneered, continuing to throw punches at Lin Feng. Lin Feng could only passively evade, but as time ticked by, Lin Feng's speed gradually slowed. There was no helping it; if he continued to dodge like this, his stamina would eventually be completely depleted. The most pressing matter was to quickly find a weakness in Liu Meng.
From the stands, the spectators, seeing Lin Feng completely unable to retaliate, shook their heads.
"Kid, admit defeat quickly and stop wasting everyone's time!"
"Just dodging back and forth, what kind of hero is that?"
"Hurry up and get down, we're eager to see a real fight!"
The impatient crowd below the stage clamored. Chen Meijia chimed in with mockery, "Lu Jingzhe, is your boyfriend a cowardly turtle? All he knows is how to hide?"
"Shut up! If he doesn't dodge, should he just stand there and take the beating?" Lu Jingzhe shot Chen Meijia a glare.
"Jingzhe, what should we do? This Liu Meng is like he's made of iron. If Lin Feng continues like this, it won't end well!" Shen Xinyue was panicking, recognizing how unfavorable the situation was for Lin Feng.
"That's right, Liu Meng is too strong. Lin Feng has absolutely no advantage against him," Xia Xue agreed with Shen Xinyue's assessment. It was the first time she had seen Lin Feng struggle so much.
"Don't panic. I think Lin Feng has his own plan. He's likely looking for a weakness in Liu Meng!"
"That's right, Lin Feng is skilled in acupuncture. If he uses acupuncture, he might be able to break through Liu Meng's Iron Shirt!" Lu Jingzhe's eyes lit up; she suddenly thought of something.
Lin Feng had also considered what Lu Jingzhe had said. He was indeed trying to find Liu Meng's weakness, but unfortunately, Liu Meng concealed it too well. Lin Feng couldn't find any vulnerability.
In his helplessness, Lin Feng could only endure the discomfort and launch continuous attacks on Liu Meng. His fists rained down like a tempest, striking Liu Meng sporadically, producing the sound of metal clashing.
Liu Meng remained disdainful. "Kid, hit me all you want. Let's see how long you can last. When you run out of strength, I'll break your arm with a single punch!"
After speaking, Liu Meng stood still, allowing Lin Feng to punch and kick him freely. The audience watching this scene burst into laughter. It was mockery, a crushing display of dominance!
"Lin Feng has really met his match. Liu Meng intends to wear Lin Feng out until he collapses!" Dong Yichen was amused.
Lin Feng, however, seemed to revel in it, his punches becoming faster and faster. Persistent effort paid off. Lin Feng gradually noticed something peculiar about Liu Meng: he kept his buttocks clenched tightly, as if his backside were extremely fragile and he was ashamed to reveal it!
"This is it!"
A smile touched Lin Feng's lips. He brought his fingers together and swiftly thrust them towards the crevice of Liu Meng's buttocks. At that moment, Liu Meng could no longer maintain his composure. As if anticipating some terrible event, he hastily swung a punch to block.