C8 Heavenly Eagle Claw

Ye Feilong fondly remembered watching Li Lianjie's portrayal of Huang Feihong in films. He thought Li Lianjie looked incredibly cool striking a pose before each battle, and he often practiced it himself, dreaming of being a hero like Huang Feihong, dedicated to his country and its people. Sadly, on Earth, aside from the occasional virtual skirmish in video games, there were no real opportunities for him to engage in combat.

As a perennial top student who had been recognized as a model pupil from childhood through university, Ye Feilong had neither the chance nor the inclination to fight. But now, unafraid of confrontation, the soul fusion that included Ye Feilong's own soul had a profound effect on him. The two souls were now indistinguishable from one another.

For the part of his soul that hailed from Earth, this was Ye Feilong's first true battle in this world. He instinctively assumed the pose, then paused, struck by a thought: "This will be my signature in combat. It's not only a nod to my memories of Earth, but also a constant reminder that I am a master from another world."

Ye Feiling's brow furrowed slightly as he observed Ye Feilong, who stood with his left hand behind his back and his right hand extended. There was a unique presence about him, one that exuded a temperament completely at odds with what Ye Feiling had expected.

"Enough with the charades!"

Ye Feiling bellowed, "Trash will always be trash, no matter how much you try to dress it up. You can't hide the truth!"

With that declaration, he lunged forward, his aura erupting with force as a tumultuous wave of punches rolled out towards Ye Feilong.

"Stacking Waves Fist!"

This was one of the Ye family's renowned Fist Arts, ranking among the top three in terms of destructive power within the family's martial repertoire. It was notoriously difficult to master, and among the younger generation, only Ye Feilong had managed to learn it. The technique he was unleashing was the most lethal move within the Stacking Waves Fist Arts.

It was clear that although Ye Feiling had spoken of using three moves, his true intention was to overpower Ye Feilong with a single strike, to humiliate him in front of the elders and cement the worst possible impression, thereby solidifying Ye Feilong's reputation as a complete failure.

"Feiling, take it easy, man. Make sure you don't kill him..."

Someone chuckled softly.

Ye Yi Hai and the others nodded in agreement. To master the Three Layered Waves Fist Arts to such an extent was a feat few of their seniors could claim.

Ye Yishan's expression suddenly turned icy.

Ye Feiling had unleashed this powerful move right from the start, and with full force, no less. It was clear he intended to take Ye Feilong down with a single strike.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and pulled Ye Yishan back, the owner of the hand advising, "Let's not meddle in the young folks' business. They need to handle this themselves."

"Ye Yibin..." Ye Yishan was frantic. He channeled his Genuine Qi and shook off Ye Yibin's grip, but then he froze.

In fact, everyone froze.

Or rather, everyone was utterly astonished.

Just as the fist's wave was about to sweep over Ye Feilong, he took a subtle step forward.

It was a delicate move, almost as if he had employed a legendary artifact capable of shrinking distances. He nimbly sidestepped the wave of the fist at the last moment.

"Smack!"

The sound of the slap echoed loudly.

Everyone present was momentarily taken aback, finding it hard to believe what they had just witnessed.

Ye Feilong had slapped Ye Feiling across the face.

Ye Feiling stumbled back several steps, his right hand clutching his cheek, eyes wide with shock. He, the leading figure of the Ye family's younger generation, had been slapped by someone considered a broken waste.

Ye Feilong was equally dumbfounded.

He had always recognized Ye Feiling's strength among their generation. In the past, he could have won against him, but it wouldn't have been by a wide margin, certainly not as effortlessly as he had just managed to dodge Ye Feiling's lethal move and deliver a slap.

Yet now, he had achieved just that.

He had studied the Stacking Waves Fist before, but when it came to this technique, he had never quite matched up to Ye Feiling.

Now, however, he felt an intimate familiarity with the Stacking Waves Fist, as if he had mastered it completely. This allowed him to spot the flaw in the technique instantly and exploit it to close the gap and land a slap on Ye Feiling in the blink of an eye.

He quickly glanced at Ye Feilong, who was diligently practicing martial arts in the training room. All of his skills, including the Stacking Waves Fist, had been mastered to perfection. It was now clear that the smartphone's assistance was not only effective, but it also accelerated the training process to an astonishing degree.

Without the phone, even with Ye Feilong's exceptional talent, it would have been impossible for him to master the Ye family's Fist Arts in such a short time. If he truly possessed such innate ability, he wouldn't have suffered such a humiliating defeat at the hands of Li Qianyang and Han Yu.

Clearly, when it comes to martial arts aptitude, the smartphone far surpasses Ye Feilong.

Ye Feilong wouldn't harbor jealousy or resentment because of this.

His feelings would only grow stronger.

After all, what's the point of holding a grudge against a smartphone?

"I love Huawei," he declared with a smile.

Yet, to Ye Feiling, Ye Feilong's demeanor seemed to convey mockery.

"I will kill you!" Ye Feiling's face twisted with rage. Emitting a shriek reminiscent of a night owl, he leaped into the air and dove down, his fingers curled like talons, casting shadows as if dozens of eagles were viciously attacking a wolf, aiming for Ye Feilong's head.

"Heavenly Eagle Claw!" Ye Feilong's eyebrows lifted in recognition.

The Ye family's Heavenly Eagle Claw and the Lee family's Sundered Coffin Claw were known as the most formidable and brutal claw techniques in Cloud Forest City.

In that moment, Ye Feiling's intent was clear; it was not merely to kill Ye Feilong but to express his deep-seated hatred. He aimed to rip open Ye Feilong's skull to consume his brain, flay his skin to feast on his flesh, drink his blood, and gnaw on his bones.

The atmosphere in the medical room turned tense.

Every member of the Ye family was well aware of the ruthlessness of the Heavenly Eagle Claw, having either witnessed or heard of its brutality.

"Tear him apart," Ye Yihao and the others urged, their eyes gleaming with malice. They were filled with venom and simultaneously vigilant, ready to thwart any attempt by Ye Yishan and others to intervene and save Ye Feilong. If Ye Yishan's group made a move, they were prepared to counteract immediately.

Ye Yishan and his companions were indeed on edge.

If this were the Ye Feilong of old, before his dantian had been destroyed, there would be no cause for concern. But now, things were different. They couldn't detect any Genuine Qi fluctuations in Ye Feilong, leading them to believe he was relying solely on his physical strength. As a result, his current strength couldn't hold a candle to what it was before the destruction of his dantian, and he was at a significant disadvantage. It was uncertain whether he could stand up to Ye Feiling.

Yet, as Ye Feiling's assault came at him with the ferocity of a dozen eagles, Ye Feilong remained the picture of serenity.

Before Li Qianyang had ruined him, he had only reached Level 5 in the Qi Martial Stage and had mastered just a portion of the Ye family's Fist Arts. Even then, he had a slight edge over Ye Feiling. Now, having mastered all the Ye family's martial techniques and with his Genuine Qi surpassing Ye Feiling's, Ye Feilong was undeniably much stronger.

"Heavenly Eagle Claw?"

Ye Feilong's arms suddenly unfurled.