The Legend Of Immortal Phoenix
Turbulences

It didn't feel like it had been three days that Wu Yi Feng was inside the dungeon, with his light-handed attitude making Wu Yi Feng able to easily make friends.

Aided by the first son of the Zhou family who Zhou Yun also held, Wu Yi Feng began to cultivate a fighting spirit within the bosoms of the prisoners. Both inject a hope for a much better life that awaits them after the fall of the dictatorial regime.

But unfortunately the effort met a wall that was quite thick, who else if not general Huo Long and his men. The spirit of the prisoners who had flared again was broken by the execution of three prisoners who were found crowded.

"Have accepted fate, they are too strong to fight.."

"Don't give the wind of heaven if the ends are the same.."

"We're just ordinary folk, not like you martial artists.."

"I just want to live longer.."

At least that was the response of the prisoners after seeing the executions carried out by the guards, mentally they were thrown back to the bottom. This made Wu Yi Feng a little frustrated, the young man threw out his body and closed his eyes when the break came.

It was actually very easy for Wu Yi Feng to leave or escape from the prison by himself, but that meant his mission to save the captives and end slavery failed.

"A few more days will be held a tournament, where in the tournament the prisoners will fight the guards, the winner gets some resources, for example food, medicine and there is a possibility to be released." Whisper Zhou Yun near Wu Yi Feng's ear.

"Tournament huh?? If I can win this tournament, then the morale of the prisoners will be lifted.." Wu Yi Feng replied.

"It may be, but you must be careful brother Feng.. Because I heard the guards here are experienced hitmen."

"Hm.. You take it easy, I know what I'm doing.." Wu Yi Feng chose to sit pensively in the corner of the holding cell, where around him there were many other prisoners who were sleeping to rest their bodies.

The news of the tournament began to make stitches among the prisoners, many of whom considered this a rare opportunity, let alone the existence of a prize for freedom from this place.

One night, when all the prisoners were asleep. Wu Yi Feng sensed an unfamiliar radiance of energy. The young man opened his eyes and saw Bai Lang was already right beside him.

"Why are you here??" Wu Yi Feng asked while whispering.

"Me and Mei Mei had already managed to enlist some help to the few sects that were in the suburbs, they agreed to attack the mayor three days from now.."

"May Mei?? How close are you guys?? Fuckin.."

"Hehehe.. Never mind, that's not what matters.."

"Three more days, huh? That coincided with the tournament, incidentally, when the mass concentration would be at the mine center and the guard outside would be a little off." Wu Yi Feng.

"Now leave before many guards are awakened.."

"Alright, take good care of yourself, see you in three days.."

Bai Lang infiltrated out quickly, meanwhile Wu Yi Feng started to plan a strategy so that another three days of assault could succeed.

"Report general, last night there was a guard who had been stripped of his uniform, most likely there was an intruder in disguise..!! Do we need to do a check??"

"No need, that person must have left.. Tighten the guard from now on, even more so when the tournament takes place." General Huo Long.

"Every general.."

"I want to see what you ants are planning.." General Huo Long.

The day of the tournament came as well, all participants from both the prisoners and guards had prepared themselves as best they could. Wu Yi Feng forbade Zhou Yun to participate because he wanted Zhou Yun to supervise the movement of the liberation forces.

Wu Yi Feng wrapped his arms and palms with a white cloth then rolled up his clothes. Both of them walked towards the tournament arena located in the center of the earth.

Fighting underground and in the midst of extreme cold temperatures makes the supply or oxygen levels very thin, breathing well and avoiding long rallies can be the key to winning the game. The narrow arena of the game and the absence of rules that abort participants unless they surrender or are unconscious make the possibility of evasion so less.

The match was very exciting, with general Huo Long acting as the sole judge. Unexpectedly apparently these prisoners are not a few who master the style of martial arts. The guards who were hitmen alone were overwhelmed by many.

When it was Wu Yi Feng's turn, the young man briefly looked at the general Huo Long who was sitting on his magnificent chair. Wu Yi Feng made a simple horse, almost similar to the Wing Chun technique which did avoid unnecessary movements in order to save stamina.

Wu Yi Feng's opponent was a violent-looking and thick-bodied hitman, his dark and oily complexion making him easily recognizable.

The fishy smell on his machete seemed to be a sign that he was a cold-blooded killer who would kill his victims without having to think twice. Wu Yi Feng prepared to be ready, his two fists clasped tightly together and his eyes stared intently at the opponent.

WUSSSHHHHHHHWAS..

The swing of the machete passed in front of Wu Yi Feng's neck and left only a few centimeters behind, Wu Yi Feng had indeed deliberately made the distance as close as possible to eliminate any unnecessary movements.

The attacks that came relentlessly made the opponent's stamina start to run out, this was used by Wu Yi Feng to provide a counterattack.

PLAAKKKC..

PLAAAKKKC...

PLAAAKKK...

Wu Yi Feng quickly dealt a punch with a tube, then ended with a kick that was right to the neck. A scream of pain shut the fight.

Wu Yi Feng left the arena with a blaring clap from the prisoner sector, Zhou Yun even gave his two thumbs up.

"Murids from famous sects are indeed different.." His words whispered as Wu Yi Feng approached.

"Thank you.." Wu Yi Feng looked for a seat then started to look around, trying to sense every mark that he had yet to see.

"Hurry up brother Bai.." Murmured softly Wu Yi Feng.