Chapter Thirty-One: Conflict

Liu Feng’s eyes gleamed coldly at these words.

He saw a handsome youth not far away, gazing over with arrogant indifference. Beside the youth stood two others: a tall young man and a beautiful young woman. It was clear they had arrived together.

Originally, Liu Feng and his companions had hoped to team up with them to hunt the Black Wind Wolf, but their arrogance and disdainful attitude had caught them off guard.

Before Liu Feng could react, Li Feng’s anger flared at the youth’s words.

He said, voice tight with indignation, “What do you mean by that? Are you looking down on us?”

The handsome youth curled his lip. “Yes, I am looking down on you. Just look at your provincial faces—it’s obvious how weak you are.”

“Some people really judge others with the eyes of a dog,” Li Feng retorted, his face darkening with fury.

He wanted to say more, but Liu Feng stopped him, saying quietly, “Forget it. Since they think we’re beneath them, we’ll find someone else to team up with.”

With that, Liu Feng pulled Li Feng away, ready to leave.

“Hold on. Did I give you permission to go?” The handsome youth blocked their path with an outstretched hand.

Liu Feng raised his brow, irritation in his voice. “What do you want?”

The youth pointed at Li Feng. “He just accused me of judging people like a dog. I’m angry. He must kneel before me and beg forgiveness right now.”

His tone was full of arrogance and willfulness, as if Li Feng were a household servant.

“What are you? To demand I kneel and apologize—what a joke,” Li Feng laughed, furious.

“In that case, don’t blame me. I’ll teach you a lesson so you know there are people you cannot afford to offend,” the youth said wildly.

“Zhao Xing, enough talk. Just teach him a lesson,” the tall youth beside him said impatiently.

“Zhao Xing, you usually act swiftly at the sect. Why so long-winded today?” The beautiful young woman added, fanning the flames with a look of amusement.

Zhao Xing’s face grew dark at their words.

He turned to Li Feng, his expression sinister. “I’ll give you one last chance. Kneel before me and apologize, or don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

“You’re the one who spoke offensively first. Don’t expect me to apologize,” Li Feng replied, his face ashen with anger.

“You’re asking for a beating.” With that, Zhao Xing raised his fist and swung at Li Feng’s face, the wind whistling around it—a clear attempt to humiliate him.

Li Feng didn’t dodge; he struck out with his palm. Energy surged, the force colliding with Zhao Xing’s fist.

“Bang!”

Both were jolted backward, surprised as they sized each other up, neither expecting the other’s strength.

“You’ve got some skill, but your paltry power isn’t worth much to me,” Zhao Xing sneered.

“Stop talking. Beat me first, then we’ll see,” Li Feng said impatiently.

“Mountain-Splitting Stone-Cleaver!”

With a shout in his heart, Zhao Xing formed his palm into a blade, his inner energy flooding into his hand. A brilliant glow shimmered, culminating in a blade of energy. He swung, and the blade sliced through the air with a thunderous roar, appearing before Li Feng in a flash.

Li Feng dared not be careless. He clenched his fists and unleashed the “Mountain-Shattering Hammer,” his true energy concentrated on his knuckles. Dazzling light blazed from his fists like torches. He swung hard, smashing into the incoming blade.

“Boom!”

The collision unleashed a tempest of energy, shattering nearby trees. Splinters flew, forcing the onlookers to retreat.

Both combatants were driven back by the overwhelming force. Regaining their footing, they sprang forward, toes skimming the ground, charging at each other.

Fists and palms clashed, wind howled, energy swept like a hurricane. Fist shadows pierced the air like arrows, raining down relentlessly, nearly impossible to defend against.

Their bodies intertwined, attacks unceasing, energy tearing through the air with thunderous noise.

More people, drawn by the commotion, hurried over to watch.

“Zhao Xing, are you even trying? Fighting someone like this for so long is embarrassing,” the beautiful young woman mocked from the sidelines.

“Zhao Xing, fighting such a nobody for so long—has your strength deteriorated?” The tall youth looked on, derisive.

Zhao Xing’s face grew uglier at his companions’ remarks. He hadn’t expected it to be so difficult to defeat someone he looked down upon.

Irritated, he summoned his true energy, his aura swelling. The spectators felt Zhao Xing’s momentum grow stronger.

With a furious roar, Zhao Xing’s attacks grew even fiercer, his fists blazing with light like burning flames.

“Zhao Xing is finally taking it seriously. That man will soon be defeated.”

“Zhao Xing is said to be a standout among the inner disciples of the Blazing Flame Sect. His strength is considerable,” someone commented, knowing Zhao Xing’s reputation.

Liu Feng watched the battle, worry etched on his face for Li Feng.

Zhao Xing’s attacks were not only overwhelming but infused with fire attributes.

Li Feng felt the air grow hotter, the oppressive heat making movement difficult and agonizing.

“Boom!”

With a rush of energy, Zhao Xing’s fist swept in, carrying a scorching wave. Li Feng hastily raised his arms to block. “Bang!” Zhao Xing’s fist struck his forearms, sending him airborne.

Liu Feng, watching closely, saw Li Feng thrown back. He darted forward, swift as an arrow, catching Li Feng.

Once set down, Li Feng couldn’t help but spit blood, his face pale.

Liu Feng hurriedly took out a healing pill, helping Li Feng swallow it, then pressed his palms to Li Feng’s back, channeling energy to activate the medicine.

After a quarter hour, Li Feng’s color returned. He stood, saying he was fine.

“Haha, nameless wretches are no match for me,” Zhao Xing crowed.

Liu Feng’s gaze turned icy as he looked at Zhao Xing.

“What are you staring at? Not convinced? Come here, and I’ll knock your teeth out too,” Zhao Xing said arrogantly.

“We never provoked you. Yet you kept pushing, and now you’ve injured Li Feng so badly. You’re insolent, domineering, and utterly disregard others,” Liu Feng said angrily.

“You’re asking for a beating.” Zhao Xing launched himself at Liu Feng, fists blazing.

Liu Feng struck swiftly, slashing through the air. Energy blades appeared, slicing toward Zhao Xing’s fists.

“Boom!”

With a resounding crash, Zhao Xing was forced to retreat rapidly.