"Yang Feng, your two followers don't seem very capable, do they?" Wang Zhuo laughed heartily as he sized up Yao Yuwen and Yu Qing. A sharp-tipped screwdriver materialized in Yao Yuwen's hand. This kind of tool was usually used by students for repairing computers, so using it to fight wouldn't qualify as possessing an illegal weapon; he could argue for "self-defense." The fact that he could pull out such a weapon so deftly already suggested his professionalism in a fight.

But his frail body, though nimble, looked like it would break if Wang Zhuo landed a casual kick.

As for Yu Qing, despite being a towering brute, nearly two meters tall, standing like an iron tower and exuding considerable intimidation, he was strong but lacked agility. Wang Zhuo doubted his speed was enough to pose any threat, and he certainly didn't care about those slow-motion-like heavy punches.

It was Yang Feng himself who appeared to be the most troublesome of the three. He was about Wang Zhuo's height, with a well-proportioned build that suggested regular training. Wang Zhuo had heard his Taekwondo skills were quite high; whether that reputation was inflated due to his privileged background or not, he seemed to have some genuine ability.

However, Wang Zhuo had decisively beaten special forces operatives who had seen combat, let alone cocky policemen or unruly urban management officers—the urban management corps being arguably the most formidable violent force on Earth. He had dared to take down several people in the open street, so why would he take Yang Feng and his two lackeys seriously?

A privileged second-generation kid? He'd beaten plenty of those before!

"Whether our strength is enough will only be known once we start fighting," Yuan Feng replied coldly, his right hand reaching behind his waist.

The moment the three surrounded him, Wang Zhuo had already used his full-spectrum X-ray vision to scan their equipment. Yang Feng's belt contained a weapon reinforced with copper tendon, serving as a weight for exercise normally, but ready to be drawn for injury in a fight. Yu Qing’s only weapons were his fists, and Yao Yuwen only had the screwdriver.

Yang Feng’s reach behind him looked like he was drawing a weapon, but it was actually the signal to start. Yu Qing, positioned to Wang Zhuo's left rear, lunged forward with a burst of speed, aiming a punch at Wang Zhuo's head!

Simultaneously, Yao Yuwen charged forward, his speed exactly half a beat slower than Yu Qing's. Regardless of whether Yu Qing connected, Yao Yuwen’s kick was timed to follow up immediately. If he could knock Wang Zhuo off balance, the fight would likely be decided then and there.

This was their standard tactic: Yang Feng used the feint of drawing a weapon to distract the opponent, while the other two moved in. Without this coordinated 'Three Talents Formation,' Yang Feng wouldn't have been confident attacking Wang Zhuo, whose formidable fighting reputation was already widespread.

The moment to choose sides had arrived!

The instant Yu Qing moved, School Beauty He Ye noticed the change. Given her calculating nature, she should have remained a detached observer. One side was Wang Zhuo, who ignored her; the other was Yang Feng, who pursued her. The power balance between the two sides seemed evenly matched, making any immediate allegiance unwise.

But when she saw the bright eyes Wang Zhuo fixed on Yang Feng’s movement, she instinctively cried out.

"Wang Zhuo, watch out!" Just as Yang Feng thought his clever plan was succeeding, Yu Qing and Yao Yuwen believed their sneak attack was underway, and He Ye and Pan Shanshan stared in horror—the steadfast Wang Zhuo suddenly moved.

He dropped his waist low, evading Yu Qing’s heavy punch that whizzed past his head. He instantly twisted his body, presenting his back to Yu Qing, and shot both hands out like lightning, gripping Yu Qing’s wrist and forearm, pulling him inwards!

The entire sequence was completed in a flash. Then, Yu Qing’s bulky frame was violently flung upward, swung in a wide arc directly toward Yao Yuwen, who was attacking from the other side!

From Yu Qing's initial move to Wang Zhuo throwing him down in a judo-like motion took less than three seconds. Yao Yuwen reacted with stunned evasion; thankfully, his agility allowed him to only take a glancing blow from Yu Qing’s large foot across his arm instead of being smashed down entirely.

"Swish!" Yang Feng’s belt whipped out immediately. Wang Zhuo’s reaction exceeded his expectations. He had never encountered an opponent who seemed to have eyes in the back of his head!

Yu Qing landed on the concrete pavement with a dull gudong sound. The severity of the fall was evident from the few centimeters his body bounced upward after impact. Though his muscles were thick and strong, this blow was significant; getting up immediately to retaliate was impossible.

"Whoosh..."

The sound of the leather belt whistling through the air came from behind. Yang Feng had launched his attack!

This time, He Ye did not scream a warning, as she was still regretting her impulsive shout moments before.

From the instant he was surrounded, Wang Zhuo’s X-ray vision was operating at full capacity, projecting a holographic map of the surroundings within a ten-meter radius to his brain. This is how Yu Qing and Yao Yuwen’s sneak attack was foiled. Naturally, Yang Feng’s second strike couldn't escape his notice either.

He shifted to the side by a step, and Yang Feng’s overhead strike met empty air. Simultaneously, Wang Zhuo’s Scorpion Kick shot up rapidly toward Yang Feng’s chin.

"Bang!" Yang Feng managed to block with his left arm just in time, a cold shock running through him. Wang Zhuo’s kick had been almost untraceable; that would have been bad enough, but it was that super-perception, as if his skull had eyes, that had tripped up Yu Qing and nearly injured him too.

The kick carried considerable force but was within Yang Feng’s tolerance. He swung the belt in a rotation, attempting to loop it around Wang Zhuo’s ankle, which hadn't fully retracted, while glancing at Yao Yuwen, who was looking for an opening to advance.

The belt had just grazed Wang Zhuo’s trouser cuff when Yang Feng gasped in alarm: Wang Zhuo’s left leg was swinging toward him! Good heavens, was this like Ouyang Feng practicing the Toad Style backward, fighting with his feet?

By the time he realized it, it was too late to withdraw. Wang Zhuo’s left foot flashed out, striking his widely splayed left hand precisely on the ring finger and little finger, causing searing pain—they were sprained!

"Strategically regard the enemy with importance, tactically look down upon them"—this famous maxim was spoken by the founding Chairman himself. Wang Zhuo was now perfectly executing this strategy. Yang Feng, in all his life, had never encountered someone who attacked with two kicks simultaneously; he immediately paid the price!

Sucking in a sharp breath, Yang Feng retreated, while Wang Zhuo planted both palms on the ground and sprung upright in one fluid motion, not even carrying a speck of dust or a blade of grass on him.

"Aaaah!" Yao Yuwen, having built up momentum, finally seized the rare opportunity and lunged forward, stabbing with the screwdriver!

If that had connected with Wang Zhuo’s waist, the fight would have been over, sending Wang Zhuo straight to the affiliated hospital—his fate left to chance.

Wang Zhuo twisted his body, and Yao Yuwen stabbed air. Then, his wrist was seized in Wang Zhuo’s iron-like grip, pulled forward with force...

"Thump!"

Yao Yuwen, unable to stop his momentum, stumbled forward four paces and slammed headfirst into a nearby trash receptacle. The large bin, a meter in diameter and a meter and a half tall, was knocked over, trapping him in a tumbling mess of garbage and man.

He Ye was dumbfounded. In that lightning-fast exchange, she had repeatedly thought Wang Zhuo was about to be injured or bloodied, yet it was his opponents who paid a heavy price. Which school beauty hadn't seen boys fight? He Ye certainly had, and many times at that, but she had never witnessed fighting like Wang Zhuo’s before—it was an education!

"Yang Feng, don't run!"

Wang Zhuo glanced at Yao Yuwen, who had injured his own arm by stabbing it with the screwdriver during the fall, and suddenly roared, twisting around to pursue.

Yang Feng's athletic reflexes were sharp, and he was a core member of the school track team; his sprinting speed was quite fast. But compared to Wang Zhuo, he was still a significant distance behind.

However, desperation unleashes hidden potential. It's one thing to be the pursuer, but the pursued is driven by the fear of being caught and beaten. So Yang Feng shot forward as if a rocket were strapped to his rear, the wind roaring past his ears as the scenery blurred past him like a high-speed train!

With Yang Feng running ahead and Wang Zhuo pursuing, they soon covered a hundred meters. Ahead lay an open activity field, complete with a pavilion, stone tables, thickets, and rockeries. Yang Feng suddenly realized that in an environment with obstacles, he couldn't outrun the agile Wang Zhuo. He immediately changed direction, leading Wang Zhuo in wide circles.

The chase and evasion around the perimeter of the field immediately drew the attention of countless students. Sharp-eyed students quickly recognized the two as campus celebrities. Seeing Yang Feng's panicked scramble while fleeing, even a fool could tell that he was being chased and beaten by Wang Zhuo!

"Holy crap, wife, am I seeing this right? Coach Wang is beating up Yang Feng?"

"Haha, this is exciting! I got a picture; I’ll upload it online later!"

"What’s going on between these two? Sis, why do you think they’re fighting?"

"Where are the security guards? Isn't anyone breaking it up? Are they just letting Yang Feng get beaten?"

"I bet fifty cents this fight is about He Ye." "..."

When Yang Feng circled back past the original fight location, Wang Zhuo finally caught up. He grabbed the back of Yang Feng’s collar, yanked his arm back with force, and sent him tumbling.

In truth, given the superhuman effort Yang Feng was exerting, Wang Zhuo shouldn't have caught him. Yang Feng was wearing athletic shoes, while Wang Zhuo wore casual sneakers, making a noticeable difference.

But Yang Feng’s luck was terrible. He had taken off his belt for the fight, which didn't affect his athletic pants much, but a tree branch had snagged them during the chase, causing his pants to slip down slightly...

Wiping sweat from his brow, Wang Zhuo walked over irritably, pointing at Yang Feng: "Damn it, see if you can run now."

"Slap!"

He smacked Yang Feng on the head. Still feeling unsatisfied, he kicked Yang Feng, knocking him over again.

He Ye rushed up to mediate, but a glare from Wang Zhuo silenced her; she dared not speak. She felt she couldn't afford to get involved in this mess. Both men were ruthless types who tolerated no slights. She thought Yang Feng might be easier to talk to, but Wang Zhuo gave her no leeway.

She didn't realize that the glare Wang Zhuo gave her was actually directed at Yang Feng—a subtle move to shield her, preventing the stubborn Yang Feng from holding a grudge against her too.

He Ye, being sharp and having entered this top-tier university as the provincial top scorer, was naturally brilliant. She grasped Wang Zhuo's intention after only a moment of misinterpretation, and gratitude for Wang Zhuo's subtle consideration surged in her heart. By this time, the stubbornly silent Yang Feng had already received three slaps from Wang Zhuo.