Zheng Haoyuan moved with lightning speed, his attack merciless, as if intent on killing Li Feng in an instant.
The distance between them rapidly closed.
“Go to hell!”
Zheng Haoyuan snorted coldly, his sword twisting sharply. The blade transformed into a silver serpent, carrying the force of wind and thunder as it thrust toward Li Feng.
The sword’s movements were strange, disorienting, and impossible to predict.
“Young Master Zheng is unleashing his might! Li Feng is done for!”
Zheng Haoyuan’s two lackeys let out exclamations, viewing his swordsmanship as flawless, unmatched by anyone in the world.
They had rarely seen Zheng Haoyuan fight, but every time he did, he emerged victorious without fail. They believed this time would be no different.
At that moment, Li Feng moved.
A terrifying aura surged from him, the surrounding air trembling faintly. With a shake of his shoulders, his palm unleashed a gust of force, forming a flurry of palm shadows that enveloped Zheng Haoyuan.
Li Feng’s aura was wild and domineering, his palm strikes swift as lightning. Each strike seemed to freeze the air around it.
Boom!
Li Feng’s palm clashed with Zheng Haoyuan’s sword, unleashing a torrent of force.
Step, step, step…
Zheng Haoyuan staggered back three steps.
Li Feng’s figure wavered, retreating a single step.
“Didn’t expect you to have some skill, Zheng Haoyuan,” Li Feng said, his eyes showing a hint of surprise. Though he knew Zheng Haoyuan wasn’t weak, he hadn’t expected him to be this strong. His Cloud-Dispersing Palm, executed at the Qi Refining Realm, was formidable enough that even ordinary Qi Refining Realm martial artists couldn’t withstand it. Yet Zheng Haoyuan only retreated three steps.
Even more astonishing, Li Feng himself had been forced back a step. Given his immense physical strength and the power of his Cloud-Dispersing Palm, even someone like Cai Die would struggle to push him back. Yet Zheng Haoyuan had done it.
Though Zheng Haoyuan wielded a sword, in the eyes of martial artists, a weapon didn’t necessarily equate to combat prowess. Li Feng, who preferred palm techniques, had mastered the Cloud-Dispersing Palm to perfection. Ordinary sword techniques were no match for him.
“How is this possible?” Zheng Haoyuan stared at Li Feng in disbelief. He hadn’t imagined Li Feng’s strength would be this formidable, able to withstand his renowned swordsmanship. Who was this Li Feng, and how was his skill so extraordinary?
Zheng Haoyuan hadn’t anticipated Li Feng’s prowess. No wonder Fengyuan Group had been so fearless—it had a master like him.
At this moment, Zheng Haoyuan felt a pang of regret. Had he known Fengyuan Group had someone like Li Feng, he wouldn’t have acted so rashly. He should have dealt with Li Feng first.
But regrets were useless now. His only option was to kill Li Feng. Once Li Feng was dead, no one could ruin his plans.
Though Li Feng’s displayed strength was impressive, so what? Zheng Haoyuan had plenty of ways to kill him.
“Nothing’s impossible. It just shows your skills are too weak,” Li Feng sneered. Though Zheng Haoyuan’s strength was unexpected, so what? Was he supposed to be afraid?
If he couldn’t handle a single Zheng Haoyuan, how could he face stronger enemies in the future?
But if Zheng Haoyuan was this strong, how powerful was Fu Yanxiong? Zheng Haoyuan wasn’t some loyal subordinate; he served Fu Yanxiong willingly because Fu Yanxiong had the strength to dominate him. The only explanation was that Fu Yanxiong had someone even stronger by his side.
This thought ignited Li Feng’s fighting spirit. Facing a strong opponent only fueled his excitement.
“Is that so?” Zheng Haoyuan sneered, soaring like a great bird across ten steps. His sword thrust forward, several sword beams locking onto Li Feng.
“Courting death,” Li Feng snorted coldly, advancing instead of retreating, striking with a palm.
“Like a mantis blocking a chariot,” Zheng Haoyuan sneered, his murderous sword beams whipping up a fierce gale, howling as they struck, too blinding to face directly.
This was his signature move, the Wave-Treading Sword.
“Arrogant,” Li Feng sneered. Facing the oncoming sword beams, a dagger appeared in his hand, its blade emitting a foot-long glow, chilling and eerie.
Swoosh!
The dagger’s glow shattered the sword beams, and Zheng Haoyuan retreated several steps again.
Tap, tap, tap…
His heavy steps cracked the floor, his clothes torn in several places, making him look utterly disheveled.
“Li Feng, you’ve completely pissed me off,” Zheng Haoyuan said, glaring coldly at Li Feng. From the start of their clash, he hadn’t even touched Li Feng’s sleeve, constantly outmaneuvered.
Li Feng’s calm demeanor, like a cat toying with a mouse, infuriated him further.
“Li Feng, I’ll make sure you die without a corpse.”
Zheng Haoyuan’s aura surged to its peak, his sword beams extending three inches. Man and sword became one, charging at Li Feng with unstoppable momentum.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Piercing sounds filled the air, as if the space itself was shattering under his sword, leaving cracks in the floor where he passed.
“Interesting.”
Li Feng sneered, his dagger slashing repeatedly, one strike after another.
The dagger’s glow met Zheng Haoyuan’s sword beams, instantly shattering them.
Li Feng’s true qi surged, his dagger unleashing a barrage of glowing strikes, slashing dozens of times.
“This is impossible!” Zheng Haoyuan roared in disbelief. He had started with overwhelming momentum, but after Li Feng’s dozens of strikes, his sword could no longer emit beams. His fierce aura faded, and his gaze toward Li Feng filled with fear.
Zheng Haoyuan couldn’t understand how Li Feng had such immense power. His own rapid progress came from practicing divine techniques, making him a match even for his family’s elders. Yet Li Feng, not much older than him, had such potent true qi. Could he also be practicing divine techniques?
Crack!
After thirty consecutive slashes, a storm of dagger beams engulfed Zheng Haoyuan.
Crack!
Argh!
The floor was scarred with deep, shocking gashes. Zheng Haoyuan held on briefly before Li Feng’s strike sent him flying, crashing heavily to the ground.
“This…”
Seeing Zheng Haoyuan fall, his two lackeys were stunned, especially Flathead, whose face turned pale. He had been hoping to have his turn with Xu Qing after Zheng Haoyuan, but now, with even Zheng Haoyuan no match for Li Feng, his dreams were shattered.
Glasses, however, looked at Li Feng with a glint in his eyes.
“This is impossible, how is this possible?” Zheng Haoyuan spat blood, staring at Li Feng in disbelief.
He had been defeated—defeated by Li Feng.
How could this be? It was impossible.
“Nothing’s impossible. You thought your half-baked skills made you invincible? Zheng Haoyuan, you’re too full of yourself,” Li Feng sneered, putting away his dagger and approaching Zheng Haoyuan with a cold smile.
Zheng Haoyuan tried to stand, but Li Feng kicked him back down. “Zheng Haoyuan, let’s settle this score properly now.”
“Pah, Li Feng, you think beating me means you’re safe? I’m telling you, you’re done for. Do you know who I am?” Zheng Haoyuan glared at Li Feng, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
“Even if you’re the emperor himself, no one can save you today,” Li Feng sneered, stepping forward and planting a foot on Zheng Haoyuan’s chest, looking down at him. “Zheng Haoyuan, you shouldn’t have targeted Fengyuan Group, and you definitely shouldn’t have done something so vile to Xu Qing. Today, you’ll pay for your actions.”
“Pay?” Zheng Haoyuan coughed up blood, glaring venomously at Li Feng. “Li Feng, I’m giving you one chance. Kneel and beg for forgiveness, and maybe you’ll live. Otherwise, your fate will be miserable.”
Smack!
Li Feng slapped him, saying coldly, “Zheng Haoyuan, you still haven’t grasped the situation. Still running your mouth? Looks like you haven’t learned your lesson.”
“You…” Zheng Haoyuan’s eyes blazed with fury. He hadn’t expected Li Feng to actually dare strike him.
“What about me? Your only backing is the Zheng family of Zhongyuan Province. You think I’m afraid?” Li Feng sneered at him.
