“What’s wrong with this guy? Is he nuts?”
“Why throw out a pill for no reason?”
The younger generation of the All-Heaven Starfield looked at Chu Feng as if he were a lunatic.
His actions seemed so bizarre that they still couldn’t figure out what he was up to.
“Why so wasteful? That was a healing pill for you,” Chu Feng said to Nangong Yifan.
“Healing? I’m not injured. Why would I need it?” Nangong Yifan replied coldly, his tone laced with mockery.
“Your so-called Crimson Flame Soul Armor put quite a strain on you, didn’t it? You should recover, so I don’t get accused of bullying you,” Chu Feng said.
“What are you getting at?” Nangong Yifan asked coldly.
“This started because of me, so it should end with me.”
“Nangong Yifan, didn’t you want to fight me? Now, I, Chu Feng, formally accept your challenge,” Chu Feng declared.
“What? Accept the challenge?”
“What’s wrong with this guy?”
“He took all that humiliation without a peep, acting like a total coward, letting Wuming Yuanzhi and the others cover for him.”
“Why’s he suddenly accepting now?”
The All-Heaven Starfield juniors were stunned, unable to comprehend Chu Feng’s actions.
Even Nangong Yifan was surprised, asking, “For real?”
“Absolutely. If you’re ready, I’m making my move,” Chu Feng said.
“Heh…” Nangong Yifan chuckled, then said, “Fine, release that spirit of yours.”
“Why release my spirit?” Chu Feng countered.
“Aren’t you a martial cultivation failure? Don’t you rely on your spirit techniques and your spirit?”
“I don’t want to waste time. If we’re fighting, go all out, because I won’t hold back,” Nangong Yifan said.
Whether through rumors or his own investigation, Nangong Yifan knew Chu Feng’s draw against Linghu Hongfei relied not on his cultivation but on his spirit’s power.
“Oh, indeed, when I fought Linghu Hongfei, I relied on spirit techniques.”
“But against you, I don’t need that. I can handle you myself,” Chu Feng said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Nangong Yifan’s brows furrowed, his tone icy.
“Isn’t it clear enough?”
“Let me spell it out: compared to Linghu Hongfei, I don’t think you’re worthy of facing my spirit. For someone like you, I, Chu Feng, am enough,” Chu Feng said casually, but his words dripped with sarcasm.
This was unbearable for the always arrogant Nangong Yifan.
He’d always been the one humiliating others—when had anyone dared humiliate him?
Clang—
Suddenly, Nangong Yifan flipped his wrist, thrusting his square halberd into the ground.
The force cracked the earth with massive fissures.
“Chu Feng, you brought this on yourself. Don’t say I bullied you.”
With that, Nangong Yifan stepped forward, his body turning into a streak of light, charging at Chu Feng.
His attack was like the one Wuming Yuanzhi used against him—no martial skills, just raw physical force. His fist shot toward Chu Feng’s face.
Chu Feng stood motionless, like a target waiting for Nangong Yifan’s fist to land.
Smack—
Finally, Nangong Yifan reached Chu Feng, his fist aiming straight for his face.
Due to his speed, everyone thought the punch was a sure hit.
But when they saw clearly, their expressions changed drastically.
They were shocked to see Nangong Yifan’s fist, just half a foot from Chu Feng’s face, stopped dead.
It was Chu Feng. He had blocked Nangong Yifan’s fist with his palm.
“Look, look at him!”
“His body!!!”
“And his forehead!!!”
“Could it be he’s cultivated the legendary Divine Punishment Mysterious Art, and he’s unlocked the power of the Thunder Armor?”
Suddenly, the crowd erupted.
Even the All-Heaven Starfield juniors were stunned.
Though Nangong Yifan’s cultivation-boosting treasure had lost its effect, his Heavenly Granted Divine Power and All-Heaven Buddha Body were still active.
With these, his cultivation was at Fourth-Rank Venerable.
For Chu Feng to block this punch, he had to boost his cultivation too.
Chu Feng held nothing back, releasing his Divine Lightning Mark and Thunder Armor.
Normally, Chu Feng’s true cultivation was Third-Rank Venerable. With these boosts, he could reach Fifth-Rank Venerable.
But since Nangong Yifan’s fight with Wuming Yuanzhi and the others had drained his Crimson Flame Soul Armor, limiting him to Fourth-Rank Venerable, Chu Feng, to be fair, suppressed one rank of his cultivation.
To outsiders, it looked like Chu Feng’s true cultivation was Second-Rank Venerable, boosted to Fourth-Rank by the Lightning Mark and Thunder Armor.
As a Saint-Cloak World Spiritist, Chu Feng’s suppression was flawless, undetectable even by Lord Guardian Sword, let alone these juniors.
So, they had no idea his true cultivation was Third-Rank Venerable.
To them, Chu Feng and Nangong Yifan both started at Second-Rank Venerable.
Even so, Chu Feng’s performance shocked them.
Divine Lightning Mark, Thunder Armor.
They’d heard of these.
But even for these knowledgeable geniuses, it was their first time seeing a junior wield such techniques.
These alone proved Chu Feng’s extraordinariness.
Everyone knew he wasn’t an ordinary martial cultivator.
He was someone who had mastered his heavenly bloodline to the extreme.
“No wonder you’ve got some skills,” Nangong Yifan said, his view of Chu Feng shifting.
Compared to Wuming Yuanzhi’s Heavenly Granted Divine Power and bloodline power, Chu Feng’s Divine Lightning Mark and Thunder Armor earned more of his respect.
“I’ve got skills, alright. But you’re a bit of a letdown,” Chu Feng said.
“What did you say?” Nangong Yifan’s face darkened.
“I said, your punch has no strength,” Chu Feng retorted.
“Courting death!” Enraged, Nangong Yifan threw another punch, this one far stronger, holding nothing back.
Facing the furious Nangong Yifan, Chu Feng smirked, clenched his fist, and met the punch head-on.
Boom—
Their fists collided, ripples spreading.
Chu Feng staggered back ten steps to stabilize himself.
Though he retreated ten steps, the All-Heaven Starfield juniors’ faces were grim, not a trace of a smile.
Because they saw clearly: in this clash, Nangong Yifan, renowned for his combat prowess, had staggered back over twenty steps to steady himself!!!
And he looked somewhat disheveled.
