Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

The hunter's forward momentum abruptly halted, and he was sent flying backward at an even greater speed than he had come.

He stumbled back seven or eight steps before finally managing to steady himself at the edge of the arena.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his right arm hung limply, trembling slightly, clearly broken in that simple clash.

Originally, Lin Feng seemed like a pretty boy, someone who would surely win in a head-on confrontation, but unexpectedly, he suffered a great loss.

This scene silenced the previously noisy training ground for a moment, before erupting into an even louder uproar.

Many people didn't even see how the two sides fought; they only saw the hunter rush forward and then retreat even faster, looking pained.

In the eyes of ordinary people, those who can pass the registration and verification and reach the fourth level of body refinement are already remarkable "masters".

They had expected to witness a thrilling and intense battle of fists and kicks, but they never imagined that the difference in strength between the two sides would be so vast.

The hunter's steady and fierce attacks appeared so vulnerable in front of Lin Feng.

Lin Feng, from beginning to end, did not move his feet even an inch, his body as steady as a rock, and even his breathing was not disturbed in the slightest.

On the platform, City Lord Zhao Boli, who had initially seemed somewhat listless and even a little impatient, sat up slightly and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh?"

He let out a soft exclamation, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

I originally thought that Yongguan County was full of useless good-for-nothings, but I didn't expect that besides the decent Zhao Erniu, there was such a capable person hidden away.

Judging from Lin Feng's calm and composed demeanor, he clearly hadn't exerted his full strength at all.

Zhao Boli's gaze lingered on Lin Feng for a few more moments. Looking at his upright and unmoving figure, the frustration he felt due to the scarcity of participants eased slightly, and he even felt a sense of satisfaction.

At this moment, on the martial arts platform.

The hunter, enduring excruciating pain, raised his head, his face pale, and looked at Lin Feng, who remained calm.

There was no resentment in his eyes, only deep shock and a hint of helplessness.

Taking a deep breath, he spoke with difficulty but clearly:

"I surrender."

He was well aware that the gap in strength between the two sides was enormous, like an insurmountable chasm.

The opponent clearly held back with that punch; otherwise, my arm would probably have suffered more than just a broken bone.

Continuing to argue will only bring shame upon oneself and may even worsen the injury, affecting one's future livelihood.

According to the rules, as long as you participate in the county examination, even if you lose in the first round, you can still get a top ten ranking.

With this title, this year's land tax can be waived, and I can also receive the government's basic internal strength training method as a reward.

These are the tangible benefits that he, a hunter, valued most when participating in the martial arts examination.

Since it is clear that we are no match for them, the wise thing to do is to concede defeat decisively, preserving our strength and dignity.

The people in the audience were completely dumbfounded.

No one expected that this seemingly evenly matched contest would end so quickly.

Seeing that the other party had admitted defeat, Lin Feng did not pursue the matter further.

He cupped his hands in apology: "You flatter me."

The hunter forced a smile, nodded, and staggered off the fighting platform, clutching his arm.

Upon seeing this, the presiding official immediately announced loudly: "In the first match of Group A, contestant number A2, Lin Feng, wins and advances."

"Next match, number 3, Ma Benlei, will face number 4, Cheng Yuan. Players, please come to the stage."

Another gong sounded, and the second round of the competition began.

The two players were clearly evenly matched in this match.

One used a knife, the other a stick.

The fight was quite lively, with shouts and sparks flying everywhere.

This drew cheers from the audience.

The two fought for about ten minutes before Cheng Yuan, number four, finally found an opening in his opponent's defenses and pressed a knife against his neck.

Cheng Yuan did not use excessive force, stopping short of serious injury.

Ma Benlei, being quite sensible, since he hadn't intended to win anyway, simply and decisively bowed while panting heavily and said, "I have lost."

The official announced: "Cheng Yuan, No. 4, is promoted."

The advancing candidates from Group A are: Lin Feng (Group A2) and Cheng Yuan (Group A4).

"The Group A competition is over, Group B begins."

"In the first match of Group B, contestant number B1, Zhao Erniu, will face off against contestant number B2, Yuan Chun. Please come to the stage."

As soon as the words were spoken, the disciples of the Black Tiger Martial Arts School, who had been cheering for their senior brother Yuan Chun, suddenly found their voices stuck in their throats.

The excitement on his face froze instantly, turning into deep worry, and even a hint of despair.

His gaze fell on Yuan Chun, whose face had turned somewhat pale on the stage.

The people at Black Tiger Martial Arts School were very familiar with Zhao Erniu.

During their previous siege of Fuhu Mountain stronghold, they had personally witnessed the terrifying fighting power of this honest-looking man, who was like a ferocious beast in human form.

With that overwhelming power, let alone Yuan Chun, even if everyone from the Black Tiger Martial Arts School joined forces, they probably wouldn't be able to defeat him.

If it weren't for the government troops firing arrows in unison and the armored soldiers forming a defensive formation to surround and attack, the outcome would have been very uncertain.

Now that they've met on this martial arts stage, the outcome is almost a foregone conclusion.

Although the audience below the stage was confused, seeing the mournful expressions on the faces of the Black Tiger Martial Arts School disciples, they vaguely guessed that the dark-faced giant on the stage was probably not someone to be trifled with.

However, according to the rules of the Great Wei Martial Arts Examination, as long as the conditions are met, one can participate regardless of their background.

On the martial arts stage, Zhao Erniu clasped his hands in a simple and honest manner towards Yuan Chun and said in a deep voice, "Please give me your guidance."

Having said that, he picked up a stick, and an invisible sense of oppression immediately spread out.

Yuan Chun gave a bitter smile. He took a deep breath but did not adopt a fighting stance.

He simply didn't have the courage to face Zhao Erniu.

He raised his voice directly and said, "Brother Zhao's strength is formidable. I am ashamed of my inferiority and I concede defeat."

These words caused an uproar in the audience. Had they already conceded defeat before the fight even started?

This has caused significant damage to the reputation of Black Tiger Martial Arts School.

Although the disciples of Black Tiger Martial Arts School blushed, they couldn't refute him.

Zhao Erniu was also taken aback, scratching his head in confusion, "Senior Brother Yuan, we haven't even started fighting yet, how do you know we can't win?"

Yuan Chun shook his head, offering no explanation.

He didn't want to show too much weakness in public.

He simply clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhao Erniu again, then turned around decisively and jumped off the martial arts stage.

The presiding officer paused for a moment, then reacted and announced loudly, "Number Yi Yi, Zhao Erniu, advances to the next round!"

"Group B, Match 2: Wu Zhao (No. 3) vs. Li Chuan (No. 4)"

The difference in strength was quite obvious in this competition.

Judging from Li Yi's calm and restrained aura, and the force that emanated from his body when he made a move, he was clearly at the level of internal strength.

After only five moves, Li Yi struck Wu Zhao's wrist with a cunning palm strike, forcing him to drop his weapon. He then lightly kicked Wu Zhao in the chest, pushing him off the platform, winning with great ease.

Li Yi also looked very proud.

There was only one person he feared, and that was Zhao Erniu.

Less than half an hour had passed by then, and the first round of the competition was over.

The top four are: Lin Feng, Cheng Yuan, Zhao Erniu, and Li Yi.

The presiding official cleared his throat and announced again: "The first round of the competition has ended. The winners are: Lin Feng, Cheng Yuan, Zhao Erniu, and Li Yi."

Next, let's move on to the second round of the competition!