Chapter 103: Shocked Again

Liu Feng heard the sound and sized up the newcomer. He wore a blue outfit, his figure tall and sturdy, his features resolute. His brows were sharp as swords, sharpening his gaze into something piercing and fierce. At this moment, he advanced like a drawn sword, pressing toward Liu Feng and Zhuo Hong.

Liu Feng glanced at him, his expression unchanged.

The white-clothed youth Zhuo Hong, seeing the man, showed a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He said with unexpected candor, “Suo Bo, how are you connected to Sun Xing and the others?”

“Zh uo Hong, your questions about my ties with them are unnecessary. I am asking you directly—will you hand over the Golden Crystal Stone or not?” Suo Bo spoke coldly, his aura surging stronger, as if any disagreement would spark a lethal strike.

“Suo Bo, do not mistake your progress to the fourth stage of the Yin-Yang Realm for superiority. I have long wished to spar with you.” Zhuo Hong rose to his feet, a powerful aura erupting from his body.

“Suo Bo, the foremost true disciple of the War Tiger Sect. It is said that upon breaking through to the fourth stage of the Yin-Yang Realm, he challenged the sect elders and defeated one of the sixth stage, earning the title of the War Tiger Sect’s greatest genius in a century.”

“He is a top seed contender in this Four Nations Alliance Tournament. Some speculate his strength places him among the top ten young experts in Blue Wind Country under twenty.”

“Thus, that young man named Zhuo Hong is in grave peril. His three companions at the table may not survive.”

Zhao Jun listened to the murmurs, his face growing grave. He whispered to Liu Feng, “It looks troublesome. Did you foresee this?”

“It is nothing. When soldiers come, generals block; when waters rise, earth dams. Troubles meet their equal.” Liu Feng spoke with composure.

“Oh? You have surprising confidence, young man. One wonders whether your strength carries the weight to back such bold words.” Suo Bo’s face darkened at Liu Feng’s reply. He regarded him with cold eyes, laced with mockery.

“Try it and see whether I have the strength to speak boldly.” Liu Feng’s gaze sharpened. A wild, fierce aura rolled from him toward Suo Bo.

The tension between them thickened instantly. Their eyes locked with sharp intensity, electric sparks seeming to leap between them. Their auras climbed without bound, as if combat were one breath away.

“Su o Bo, your opponent is me.” Just as they were about to strike, Zhuo Hong stepped forward. A formidable battle intent poured from him.

“Haha! If fighting is your desire, I shall answer to the end. Even if the two of you strike together, I will face you.” Suo Bo glanced at Zhuo Hong and Liu Feng, his tone wild with arrogance.

“Hmph! Your arrogance borders on folly. Even if I act alone, victory is not assured.” Zhuo Hong snorted coldly at Suo Bo’s boast, his expression turning glacial.

“Then let us begin!” Suo Bo roared, fists clenched tight. Wild force erupted from his body as he hurled both punches forward, striking at Liu Feng and Zhuo Hong.

Zhuo Hong raised his palms like blades, true qi flooding them. A colossal blade light condensed, gleaming dazzlingly like a divine weapon, its aura cutting forward to meet Suo Bo’s fists.

Liu Feng remained impassive. He pointed his fingers like a sword, a razor-sharp sword light forming and bursting with blinding golden radiance, like golden lightning cleaving the sky, slicing toward Suo Bo’s right fist.

“Crash! Crash!”

Two impacts echoed. Violent energy surged like waves against the shore, shattering nearby tables and chairs with explosive force. Diners were driven back, clearing a vast space in the hall.

The force from Liu Feng and Zhuo Hong shook Suo Bo back a step. Zhuo Hong staggered but planted his feet in the Thousand-Jin Drop stance to steady himself.

“Impressive strength. Zhuo Hong, I shall settle you first.” Suo Bo’s aura intensified rapidly. Finally, a single boom shook the surrounding tables and chairs to fragments.

Zhuo Hong watched the rising pressure, his face solemn. True qi surged through his veins like rivers in flood.

Suo Bo’s fist arrived like a torrent, slamming toward Zhuo Hong in the blink of an eye.

“Fierce Wind Palm!” Zhuo Hong shouted, palms striking out. A dragon-shaped qi vortex condensed, wild and raging like a hurricane, clashing with Suo Bo’s fist.

“Crash crash!”

Fist met palm with the force of two mountains colliding. The shockwave was earth-shattering, shattering every table and chair nearby and cracking the second-floor floorboards as if they might collapse.

“Too dangerous! The second floor is failing—everyone out!” Panic seized the crowd as they watched the floor give way.

“Crash!” A massive light barrier rose from the second floor, shielding the collapsing boards and restoring calm.

“Crash crash crash!” Suo Bo and Zhuo Hong blurred in motion, countless afterimages swirling around them. Their fists and palms hammered together in a storm of impacts and explosions.

“Crash!” The final detonation rang out, revealing a white-clothed figure soaring into the air and plummeting toward Liu Feng.

Liu Feng caught the youth swiftly.

Suo Bo’s fists immediately rained down, the crushing force like a mountain bearing down, aimed at the Zhuo Hong in Liu Feng’s grasp, intent on killing.

Liu Feng’s eyes flashed. He passed Zhuo Hong to Zhao Jun, then spun and struck with a single punch.

A golden qi pillar erupted, pressing down with sky-shaking might and overwhelming pressure, slamming into Suo Bo’s fists.

“Crash!”

The explosion hurled Suo Bo backward, blood trickling from his lips.

Liu Feng pressed the attack without pause. He vaulted forward, chasing the retreating Suo Bo in a single leap.

He swung his right fist, a brilliant golden arc rising along its path.

Suo Bo’s face twisted. He bit his tongue and raised both fists to meet the golden strike.

“Crash!”

The roar deafened the air. Suo Bo was blasted out through the second-floor window, vanishing from sight.