C14 Showing off His Power He Fought in a Wheel Battle!

"Who do you think you are, trying to challenge me?"

Lin Feng looked at Wang Yanbing with a cold sneer, showing no respect whatsoever.

Now that he had acquired divine-level strength, there was no reason to show any courtesy to a Red Cell unit he'd never even heard of.

Besides, Wang Yanbing was clearly looking for trouble. Lin Feng wasn't about to limit himself to just verbal sparring; he was ready to let his fists do the talking too.

"What did you just say?!"

Wang Yanbing was infuriated, not expecting such insolence from the new recruit.

"You, a mere rookie, dare question who I am? Let me tell you, I'm a member of Red Cell. You're not even an official member, so what does that make you?"

His voice dripped with mockery as he taunted Lin Feng.

"Stop with the false pride. Today, you're going to spar with me right here, or you can just turn tail and run."

Wang Yanbing cracked his knuckles menacingly, his tone suggesting he was ready to throw down at any second.

"Wang Yanbing loves to pick on the new guys, and he's got the strength to back it up. Be careful," Tang Xinyi warned from the sidelines, making no move to intervene.

Wang Yanbing's actions were typical hazing in the military, meant to show the new recruits the might of the special forces and weed out any rebels.

But this time, they were bound to meet their match. Lin Feng was a thorn in their side that wouldn't be easily removed.

"You've got quite the mouth on you. I'm curious to see the strength of this so-called Red Cell. How about I fight you with just one hand?"

Lin Feng said with a dismissive smile, positioning himself and casually gesturing with one hand to Wang Yanbing, blatantly provoking him.

He had never taken Wang Yanbing seriously from the start. With his divine-level strength, he could easily crush anything in his path. If he didn't hold back, Wang Yanbing would be reduced to dust.

"Kid, today you'll learn that there's always someone stronger out there."

Wang Yanbing, completely unaware of the challenge ahead, let out a furious roar. His muscles swelled as he clenched his calloused fists and launched a punch at Lin Feng.

As a member of the special forces, Wang Yanbing was no slouch. His well-honed muscles powered his swift punches, which cut through the air with a whooshing sound. Yet, to Lin Feng, it was like child's play. To put it simply, he didn't even feel a twinge of danger; the punch posed no threat to him.

It was only when the punch neared that Lin Feng countered with a swift blow to Wang Yanbing's fist. A loud thud was followed by a sickening crack. Wang Yanbing was sent hurtling backward, his arm twisted into an unnatural angle.

"My arm... Ah... It hurts so much..."

He hit the ground, immediately clutching his arm and howling in pain. His arm was visibly bent, clearly dislocated.

"How is this possible? How could Yanbing lose!"

Lee Erniu, another Red Cell member, watched in disbelief. Having fought alongside Wang Yanbing for years, he knew his comrade's capabilities. It seemed impossible that a new recruit could knock him down with a single punch.

Tang Xinyi, witnessing the scene, felt a surge of surprise. She had always been aware of Lin Feng's abilities, but seeing Wang Yanbing's fractured arm still shocked her. Defeating a special forces member with one punch was beyond the realm of an ordinary person. Lin Feng was truly a hidden master.

With further training in the special forces, he was destined to become the Soldier King, the ace of Dragon Country. What Lee Erniu didn't realize was that Lin Feng had actually held back. With his divine-level strength, he could have crushed Wang Yanbing in an instant.

Watching Lin Feng's commanding presence, Tang Xinyi felt a warmth in her heart. Everyone admires strength, especially military women; only the strong can capture their attention. Despite her reluctance to admit it, the sight of Lin Feng sending Wang Yanbing flying had indeed stirred her emotions.

She was inherently proud, yet she never let it show.

"How about it? Are you convinced?"

Lin Feng towered over Wang Yanbing, his tone dripping with superiority.

"Don't get ahead of yourself."

Wang Yanbing, arms folded, teeth clenched, showed not the slightest sign of submission.

"Can't handle a loss? Weren't you the one who wanted to teach me that there's always someone better?"

Lin Feng chuckled. His opponent had been looking for trouble, but even after hitting a snag, he wouldn't concede. His sore loser attitude was almost laughable.

"Rookie, don't overstep. Let's go another round!"

Lee Erniu stepped up to Lin Feng, glaring down at him.

"A war of attrition? Fine by me." Lin Feng clapped his hands, unfazed.

What did it matter if it was a war of attrition? To him, it was no more than punching a child. His only concern was accidentally going too far and causing serious harm—that would be a real problem.

As Lin Feng stood his ground, Lee Erniu charged with a bellow, aiming for close-quarters combat.

Lin Feng watched Lee Erniu's massive frame hurtle toward him, exhaled softly, pulled back his fist, charged it with power, and then unleashed it with force.

Lee Erniu was sent flying into a stack of wooden posts on the training field, startling the resting Red Cell members.

"Erniu, what happened?"

"Who did this? They went too far!"

"It was that guy. Wang Yanbing got hurt too."

The Red Cell members quickly pieced together what had happened and converged on Lin Feng.

At that moment, Tang Xinyi had to intervene.

"Wang Yanbing and Lee Erniu lost fair and square to Lin Feng. They brought it on themselves. Let's leave it at that."

"This..."

Witnessing the scene, Xu Tianlong and the others wavered.

Wang Yanbing and his attempt to intimidate had backfired, putting them in the wrong. If Red Cell continued to provoke now, it would indeed be quite unreasonable.

"Morning Light, Ah Fei, my arm is dislocated!"

Wang Yanbing's cry of pain suddenly filled the air.

The special forces soldiers' expressions turned grave, but upon realizing it was a dislocation rather than a fracture, they all breathed a sigh of relief. A fracture during training was no trivial matter. Training would halt immediately, and the injured would be forced into months of mandatory rest.

During that time, their progress would inevitably lag behind the others. Catching up would be impossible, and the inevitable outcome was demotion to the ranks of regular soldiers.

Only those with exceptional talent could hope to catch up and avoid elimination. Otherwise, a fracture was a one-way ticket out of the competition.

Clearly, this was no minor incident.

A dark-skinned member of the special forces stepped forward from the group to confront Lin Feng, eyeing him intently.

"You're Lin Feng, right?"

He was Soong Kaifei, an old friend of Wang Yanbing. Seeing his friend at a disadvantage, he didn't hesitate to step up.

"Do you find it amusing to spout nonsense?"

Lin Feng asked, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

One or two challengers weren't enough, and three or four more would make no difference—they were merely giving him an opportunity to hone his skills.

"Good, I'm about to rip that smirk right off your face."

Soong Kaifei's expression twisted into a snarl as he launched a whip-like kick at Lin Feng.