This time, being humiliated in public, Zhao Feng felt that he had been humiliated, and the one who started this was Qin Sheng who was not far away from him!

As he finished speaking, Zhao Feng's elemental energy surged crazily from his four limbs and bones to the tip of his finger. The extremely rich elemental energy actually emitted a cyan glow from the tip of his finger.

"Competing with others is infuriating. As expected of a disciple of a big clan."

Zhao Feng naturally heard the exclamations of the surrounding students as well. He had painstakingly cultivated this cyan finger for more than a year, and had only reached the initial stage.

"cyan finger? This bit of sharpness can only be used to poke tofu. " Qin Sheng laughed coldly, he was not even the least bit afraid, he turned around and took the initiative to leap towards Zhao Feng.

Hearing that, Zhao Feng was so angry that he almost choked. Instead of getting angry, he laughed, stomped hard with both of his feet, and made two heavy sounds of impact, and then, like an arrow leaving the bow, he welcomed Qin Sheng.

"Die!" Zhao Feng laughed sinisterly. The cyan finger that was glowing with a cold, metallic light tore through the air and pointed towards Qin Sheng.

The might of a high-grade human-step martial art was indeed formidable, its speed was frighteningly fast. Even a pract.i.tioner of Tongquan wouldn't dare to block it head-on, and could only dodge the tip of the blade!

Bang!

Qin Sheng reached out with one hand, and with no fancy movements, actually gripped Zhao Feng's neck with the other.

"Ugh …"

Zhao Feng's hand was as hard as black iron, causing him to be unable to breathe, and was almost suffocating.

The sudden change caused everyone present, including Mentor Leng Jun, to be astonished.

What was going on?

Why was Qin Sheng pinching his neck like a little chick instead?

Everyone was filled with questions and confusion.

"Crackle …"

Zhao Feng struggled with all he had, his cyan finger stabbing randomly into Qin Sheng's arm.

However, Qin Sheng's arm was as hard as black iron. No matter how sharp the cyan finger was, it could only leave behind a white scar on the surface of his skin.

"Bam!"

Qin Sheng casually smashed Zhao Feng to the ground, producing a dull thumping sound, and a bone cracking sound that would make people's teeth ache.

Qin Sheng stepped onto Zhao Feng with one leg.

"Put..." Let me go! " Zhao Feng struggled with all his might as he spat out blood.