“The outcome isn’t decided, so why act so smug?”
But who could’ve expected Nangong Yifan to let out a cold sneer? This guy’s mental resilience—or rather, his shamelessness—was beyond ordinary.
Nangong Yifan pulled a pill from his Qiankun bag and popped it into his mouth.
In moments, not only did his wounds heal rapidly, but the icy frost covering his body dissipated. Even his complexion improved, making him look better than before his clash with Chu Feng.
At this moment, Nangong Yifan seemed in better shape than when he first fought Chu Feng.
“Chu Feng, we both know neither of us has gone all out yet.”
“That was just a warm-up,” Nangong Yifan said to Chu Feng.
“Shameless, Nangong Yifan! You’ve lost twice already—why not concede?” Wuming Yuanzhi roared.
“Defeated loser, you have no say here,” Nangong Yifan snorted, then turned back to Chu Feng. “Chu Feng, now I’m getting serious.”
Chu Feng couldn’t help but laugh.
Nangong Yifan had been serious from the start but simply wasn’t Chu Feng’s match. Now he was acting like he’d just been toying around.
Chu Feng had to admire Nangong Yifan’s audacity—his shamelessness far exceeded expectations.
“I don’t want to waste time. Show me what you’ve got,” Chu Feng said.
“This time, you’ll see.”
*Whoosh—*
As Nangong Yifan spoke, he brandished his Fangtian Halberd and charged at Chu Feng.
The moment he moved, Chu Feng sensed something off.
Though Nangong Yifan’s attack resembled his earlier ones, his speed and power had surged dramatically.
In a blink, the Fangtian Halberd was thrusting toward Chu Feng’s chest.
Too late to dodge, Chu Feng retreated while raising his Blue Jade Mandarin Duck Sword to block.
*Clang—*
The clash sent Chu Feng flying back 10,000 meters before he landed, stumbling hundreds of steps to steady himself.
Blood seeped from Chu Feng’s body.
The Blue Jade Mandarin Duck Sword, used to block the halberd, had been forced against his chest by the overwhelming force, cutting into him.
This bloody wound was thanks to the sword absorbing most of the blow. Without it, Nangong Yifan’s halberd would’ve pierced Chu Feng’s body clean through.
“How is this possible? How did Nangong Yifan’s strength skyrocket like that?”
“Could it be he was hiding his true power all along, and this is his real strength?”
The younger generation of the Ancestral Martial Starfield was stunned.
Nangong Yifan’s current power was worlds apart from before.
“No, it’s unlikely he hid his strength,” Wuming Xiongmo said.
“Then what’s going on?” Kong Ci asked, unable to discern the reason.
“I’m not sure, but something’s strange,” Wuming Xiongmo replied, glancing at Lord Shoujian.
The other juniors followed suit, looking to Lord Shoujian for answers, knowing only he might have them.
“Even with a forbidden pill, you still can’t beat me,” Chu Feng’s voice rang out.
“Forbidden pill?” The crowd gasped.
“Chu Feng, if you can’t win, just admit defeat. Why slander him?” the Zhutian Starfield juniors snapped.
Chu Feng ignored them, staring at Nangong Yifan. “Nangong Yifan, dare to do it but not own up?”
“Friend Nangong Yifan, there’s no need to hide it. The pill you took may look like a healing one, but it’s actually a forbidden pill that boosts strength. You can fool others, but not me,” Lord Shoujian spoke up.
“Hmph, I never said it wasn’t a forbidden pill.”
“What’s wrong with taking one in a martial duel?”
“I didn’t even use my Crimson Flame Soul Armor, giving Chu Feng plenty of face. Can’t I use a forbidden pill?” Nangong Yifan retorted.
“Goddamn, how shameless can he get? He already used the Crimson Flame Soul Armor and can’t use it again so soon, yet now he’s claiming he’s going easy on Chu Feng?” Kong Tianhui and others fumed, itching to spit in Nangong Yifan’s face.
If not for today’s display, no one would’ve guessed the usually reserved Nangong Yifan could be so utterly shameless—a vile character through and through.
“No problem with forbidden pills. Let’s continue.”
*Boom—*
As Chu Feng spoke, two golden beams appeared—a massive golden sword and a golden axe.
The Ancient War Sword and Ancient War Axe, brimming with formidable power.
Though they no longer granted Chu Feng a one-rank reverse combat boost after entering the Exalted Realm, they still wielded immense strength.
Under Chu Feng’s control, the Ancient War Sword and Axe launched an assault on Nangong Yifan.
“Mere secret skills think they can beat me?” Nangong Yifan scoffed, recognizing them as secret skills. He relied solely on his Fangtian Halberd to counter, using no other techniques.
But after a few exchanges, he found himself in a bind.
He hadn’t expected these secret skills to pack such power. Despite his forbidden pill, he struggled to hold them off.
“How is this possible? How are these secret skills so strong? Where did Chu Feng get such powerful ones?”
Even the onlookers were astonished.
Chu Feng’s own strength was formidable, but these secret skills outshone him several times over.
“These secret skills, if used in the Martial Immortal Realm, would’ve likely given Young Friend Chu Feng a one-rank reverse combat boost. Truly rare and potent,” Lord Shoujian analyzed.
“I get it. I’ve heard my brother Chu Feng has two powerful secret skills. Combined, they grant him a one-rank reverse combat boost,” Kong Tianhui said. “These must be that sword and axe.”
“So that’s it. No wonder they’re so powerful, especially that sword—it’s unstoppable, even for Nangong Yifan,” others realized, understanding the fearsome might of the giant blades.
In the Martial Immortal Realm, they’d enabled Chu Feng’s one-rank reverse combat boost. Though weaker in the Exalted Realm, they still provided significant support in same-realm battles.
