Feng Lei's 720-degree super whirlwind kick could be described as a thunderous roar shaking the heavens.

However... although the power of this strike was earth-shattering, it was still suppressed by the Prajna Blade.

"Your legwork isn't much... you should go back and practice more."

The always unruly Feng Lei would never accept such ridicule.

*Buzz*... Feng Lei flashed close, throwing a punch at his face, but Prajna Blade dodged it sideways.

Feng Lei then rotated his hips and drew back his arm, throwing a backfist.

Unsurprisingly, Prajna Blade ducked under it again.

Just as Prajna Blade bent over and swayed, revealing an opening, Feng Lei launched a series of punches, trying to break into Prajna Blade's inner perimeter.

Unexpectedly, Prajna Blade was more skilled, not only defusing Feng Lei's continuous punches but also pulling his arm back, tying it up, and capturing his hands.

Seeing this move, Feng Lei countered with a change-of-line flick kick. The difference between this flick kick and a conventional one was that a typical Brazilian kick, or change-of-line kick, slams downward, while Feng Lei's flick kick flicked upward.

Prajna Blade hurriedly released his grip and leaned back to dodge. Feng Lei took the opportunity to attack, unwilling to give up any offensive advantage.

A feint with a flick kick, followed by a shuffle step and a switching-leg side kick.

Bang! This time, Feng Lei finally hit Prajna Blade in the abdomen.

At the same time, Prajna Blade fell to the ground with a thud, rolling back a few times before squatting and looking up at Feng Lei.

"Can't tell... this kid's got something."

Just as Prajna Blade was calculating in his mind, Feng Lei's leaping shooting kick was already aimed at the man in the suit.

With a whoosh! The shooting kick missed.

While dodging, Prajna Blade quickly got up and pulled back.

Feng Lei launched another chase, an airborne outward swing kick, but Prajna Blade swayed to avoid it.

Feng Lei seized the opportunity, immediately grabbing the suit man's wrists with both hands to prevent him from swaying again.

Bang!

Feng Lei used a jià liáng kick (架梁踢), directly using the momentum to throw Prajna Blade away.

The so-called jià liáng kick comes from an ancient civilization with thousands of years of history and is one of the most basic techniques in wrestling combat.

The principle of the takedown is to use the hooking force of the hook kick, combined with the reverse throwing force of the hands, to make the opponent unsteady and lose balance in the upper body.

Thump... Prajna Blade stumbled from the throw.

After getting up, Prajna Blade pointed at Feng Lei arrogantly and said, "Let you have a couple of moves, and you really think you're a savior? Today... I'll show you my power."

With that said, Prajna Blade approached Feng Lei step by step.

Feng Lei, rebellious and arrogant, would not tolerate the man in the suit.

A diagonal upward punch aimed at Prajna Blade.

In the next second... Prajna Blade pushed his arm to block and then pressed down on the arm, firmly restricting Feng Lei's attack.

Failing with one strike, Feng Lei switched hands to counterattack, but Prajna Blade blocked his arm with a push, then grabbed his arm, stacked his elbow, and countered Feng Lei.

Suddenly! Feng Lei heard a whistling wind in his ear, and Prajna Blade's straight punch was already greeting Feng Lei's face.

Bang!

Feng Lei was hit in the face and staggered back a few steps.

This time... Prajna Blade, now serious, launched a chase.

Bang!

The man in the suit landed a leaping front kick, hitting Feng Lei's chest.

Immediately... Feng Lei was kicked five or six meters away.

After getting up, Feng Lei charged towards Prajna Blade.

At the same time... Prajna Blade seemed to have seen through Feng Lei's next move.

Before Feng Lei could even start, Prajna Blade used a spinning hook kick in mid-air, once again kicking Feng Lei even further away.

Thump! Feng Lei was kicked directly to his knees, and his upper body was also affected by the reaction force, his abdomen actually touching his knees.

It can be seen that the power of Prajna Blade's kick was indeed astonishing.

Just then... Ye Cang also ended his battle.

Ye Cang was covered in blood, his whole body bruised and battered, not a single inch of skin intact.

The clothes on his upper body had been shredded by the ghost blade in the fight, and the scarlet lotus blooming and splashing on his chest was exposed to everyone's view.

After this battle, Ye Cang was exhausted.

Thump... Ye Cang collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

One could imagine how tragic and magnificent the battle between Ye Cang and Prajna Ghost Blade was.

Prajna Blade then noticed that on the battlefield, only he was left of the chef quartet.

"Alas... you useless things. No wonder we Prajna Food Flavor are laughed at by other Prajna clansmen as the bottom-ranked chef group."

Prajna Blade pointed at Feng Lei, Luke, and Ye Cang again, arrogantly saying, "I don't mind taking on three at once... come at me if you dare!"

Before he finished speaking, Prajna Blade landed a heavy jab on Feng Lei's chest, causing Feng Lei's body to stiffen.

Then!

A series of jabs to the face, followed by a leading hook to the cheek.

Bang!

Feng Lei was beaten back repeatedly, his brain in a dazed state.

Prajna Ghost Blade approached again, entered Feng Lei's inner perimeter, and delivered a leading straight punch to the ribs, a swing punch to the abdomen, a side step followed by a leading uppercut to the face.

Bang! Bang, bang, bang...

Prajna Blade's series of gorgeous combinations was like beating a disobedient child.

Causing Feng Lei to flail his arms and lunge forward, losing his center of gravity.