Xi Yu's feet hovered around Ye Feng's throat, just a step away from snapping his neck.
Ye Feng gritted his teeth, gripping the opponent's ankles as Xi Yu's body spun in mid-air like a twisted rope, shedding Ye's shackles.
Flying behind Ye Feng's back, Xi Yu's knee pressed against his back, his fingers, boneless-like, slipping between Ye Feng's arms, successfully locking Ye Feng's throat. The silver snake on his tail-ring was just a hair's breadth away from Ye Feng's neck artery.
To onlookers, it was a victory decided in a flash.
Ye Feng had incredible strength, agility and the ability to strike first. However, Xi Yu countered calmly, using softness to overcome strength, waiting to strike later.
Although Ye Feng had talent, his lack of combat experience and unstable mentality were exploited as Xi Yu seized the opportunity to counter and defeat him soundly.
Ye Feng gritted his teeth as he knelt, "I've lost."
Xi Yu released his hands and stepped back.