Nangong Yifan looked at Chu Feng, his complex gaze radiating undeniable shock.
He hadn’t expected to come up short in this fist clash with Chu Feng.
“I told you, your punches lack strength,” Chu Feng said with a grin.
“Bullshit!” Nangong Yifan roared, charging again, throwing another punch at Chu Feng.
This time, his attack was as straightforward as before—just a direct fist.
His intent was clear: he was unconvinced and wanted to go head-to-head with Chu Feng again.
Chu Feng understood Nangong Yifan’s intentions and chose to indulge him.
He stepped back slightly, assuming a horse stance, preparing to punch but holding back.
Only when Nangong Yifan closed in did Chu Feng suddenly throw his fist.
Boom—
Their fists collided, a resounding blast echoing.
A figure was sent flying backward.
It was Nangong Yifan. This time, he didn’t just stagger—he was hurled dozens of meters, landing hard.
Even after landing, the impact forced him back over a dozen steps before he stabilized.
But Chu Feng? This time, he didn’t budge an inch.
“My God, is this Chu Feng even human?” Kong Ci exclaimed.
They had faced Nangong Yifan head-on.
Their crushing defeat came from Nangong Yifan’s overwhelming combat prowess.
It was the vast gap in combat strength that led to their humiliating loss.
As Nangong Yifan had said, within the same realm, combat prowess varied.
Kong Ci and the others, despite boosting their cultivation by three ranks like Nangong Yifan, lacked mastery over their techniques, leaving their combat prowess at the bottom of Fifth-Rank Venerable.
Nangong Yifan, however, stood at the peak.
But now, something seemed off.
If Nangong Yifan was at the peak of combat prowess, how was he being overpowered by Chu Feng?
It seemed Nangong Yifan’s combat strength was, at best, above average, while Chu Feng’s was the true pinnacle.
“Damn, my brother Chu Feng is just too awesome!” Kong Tianhui exclaimed excitedly, about to praise Chu Feng, but someone beat him to it, stealing his words.
It was Wuming Yuanzhi.
“Hey, Wuming Yuanzhi, can you not steal my lines? Chu Feng is my brother. Since when is he yours?” Kong Tianhui demanded.
“Shut up. With your strength, you think you’re worthy of calling Chu Feng brother?”
“Only someone like me is fit to call him brother,” Wuming Yuanzhi said, shooting Kong Tianhui a disdainful glance.
“Damn, first time I realized you’re this shameless,” Kong Tianhui said, rolling his eyes in frustration.
“Want to go again?”
“The first punch, I only used thirty percent of my strength. The last one was sixty percent. If you want another, I might consider using eighty percent.”
“But to make me go all out? You know you’re not worthy,” Chu Feng said.
“If a martial cultivator relies only on brute strength, why bother learning techniques?” Nangong Yifan retorted.
“Damn, that’s not what he was saying earlier. He was mocking you all for weak combat prowess,” Kong Tianhui said to Wuming Yuanzhi.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Wuming Yuanzhi glared at Kong Tianhui but then added, “You’re right, though. Never thought Nangong Yifan, who acts all cold like an iceberg, would have such thick skin.”
“Yeah, too good at making excuses. What a disgusting guy,” Long Ning said, pouting angrily.
“Nangong Yifan, you’re not wrong. It’s like fat people saying being thin is useless, short people saying being tall is useless, or poor people saying being rich is useless,” Chu Feng said with a grin.
“Well done!” Kong Tianhui and the others cheered.
“Didn’t expect Chu Feng to have such a sharp tongue,” Kong Ci said, praising him.
After all, Chu Feng’s words had roasted Nangong Yifan without breaking a sweat.
“Running your mouth isn’t a martial cultivator’s skill. Draw your weapon.”
Clang—
Nangong Yifan reached out, and the square halberd he’d thrust into the ground flew back into his hand.
“Honestly, I could beat you without a weapon, but I’ll indulge you.”
“Not out of respect, though, because you didn’t show my friends any. You don’t deserve mine.”
“I’m choosing to fight with a weapon because I want to test the power of this Blue Jade Mandarin Sword,” Chu Feng said.
As he spoke, he drew the Blue Jade Mandarin Sword and glanced at Yin Zhuanghong, the girl in the red dress among the All-Heaven Starfield crowd.
Chu Feng’s words had already irritated Nangong Yifan, but that glance ignited his fury.
Everyone knew Nangong Yifan targeted Chu Feng because of Yin Zhuanghong.
Clang—
With a flash of cold light, Nangong Yifan charged with his square halberd.
In his rage, he wasted no more words, attacking directly to shut Chu Feng up.
His speed was blinding, reaching Chu Feng in an instant. His halberd blurred, turning into countless light shadows, attacking from all directions.
Nangong Yifan used no martial skills, no secret techniques, no immortal methods.
He wanted to use his Incomplete Exalted Armament to duel Chu Feng and reclaim his lost face.
Chu Feng saw through his intentions from the start but chose to meet him on his terms.
He wanted to beat Nangong Yifan in the way he desired most, ensuring a thorough defeat.
With a flick of his wrist, Chu Feng’s Blue Jade Mandarin Sword erupted with sword light, the power of the Incomplete Exalted Armament on full display.
Then, Chu Feng’s sword clashed with Nangong Yifan’s halberd.
