Chapter 40
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All the students present were dumbfounded. Long Bufan had actually memorized all the moves, and there were no flaws when he demonstrated the sword skills. If they were the ones demonstrating on the stage, they might not be so powerful.
However, no one expected Yang Feng to suddenly scold Long Bufan, "Your swordsmanship is full of flaws. What were you doing when I was demonstrating? I refuse to teach swordsmanship to students like you who don't pay attention. Get out now! "
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Yang Feng was doing this on purpose. Although everyone knew that Long Bufan's sword style demonstration was very good, they all chose to remain silent. No one wanted to be a fool and offend someone like Yang Feng, let alone their current swordsmanship instructor.
Long Bufan was at the age of youth. Even if he had a good temper, he would still be angry after being humiliated like this. He immediately said coldly, "I am a disciple of the Black Tortoise Hall. Who do you think you are? You are just a substitute instructor. What right do you have to tell me to get out!"
"How dare you!"
Yang Feng's face was livid. He had long hated Long Bufan. Now that he dared to be so disrespectful to him in front of everyone, Yang Feng flew into a rage. He clenched his hand into a claw and quickly clawed at Long Bufan's neck who was five meters away.
Long Bufan, who had been paying attention to Yang Feng's actions, immediately took out the pistol hidden in his pocket and pulled the trigger.
"Bang — —!"
An ear-piercing gunshot sounded. A bullet shot out from the muzzle, carrying a blazing flame as it shot forward.
"Hidden weapon?!"
Five meters was such a short distance. The bullet arrived in the blink of an eye. Yang Feng's reaction was too late to dodge. Caught off guard, he was hit in the middle of his palm. Under the intense pain, he was forced to stop his attack by the impact of the bullet.
Blood quickly dyed his palm red. However, the impact of the bullet was unable to penetrate his palm. Instead, it was embedded in his palm. The tail of the bullet was exposed on the surface of his flesh, clearly visible.
Yang Feng's cultivation had reached the later stage of the Sky Origin Stage. Under the refinement of his elemental energy, his body was exceptionally hard. Normal weapons could not cause serious damage to him.
However, a new disciple at the Initial Element Stage could actually injure Yang Feng, who was at the later stage of the Sky Origin Stage. This alone was enough to shock everyone!
"Senior Brother Yang Feng is actually injured!"
All the young men and women present cried out in shock. Their eyes were filled with disbelief. One by one, they stood up from their seats and stared dumbfoundedly at the strangely shaped metal concealed weapon in Long Bufan's hand.
Lowering his head to look at the wound on his palm, Yang Feng's pride seemed to have been greatly trampled at this moment. Losing to an errand boy last time had already caused him to lose face, but now being injured by this errand boy was something he had never imagined before.
Yang Feng's eyes flickered with uncontrollable anger, and he gnashed his teeth and said in a low voice: "Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cyan cyclone suddenly appeared from Yang Feng's body, and a fierce aura revealed the powerful pressure of the Heavenly Origin Stage.
"Clang!"
Long Bufan unsheathed his sword. The sharp tip of the sword was like the fangs of a venomous snake. It brought along a wave of air as it flew towards Long Bufan, aiming straight for his chest.
As everyone knew, the heart was one of the fatal points of a human being. Dignity and anger made Yang Feng lose his mind. The rules of the sect were thrown to the back of his mind. He was determined to take Long Bufan's life to vent the anger in his heart!
Fight!
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