SWOOSH!

Having sent Liu Yuan flying, Luo Feng took another stride forward, exuding an intense aura as he threw another punch.

SPLAT!

Liu Yuan's Protective Gang Energy cracked open as he spat out a substantial amount of blood. His body slammed into the ground, his clothes completely shattered by the punch.

"Luo Feng, I'm a disciple of Gold Stone Hall! How dare you treat me like this! Stop it right now!"

Liu Yuan watched Luo Feng in a mixture of shock and rage, roaring through his bloody mouth.

Luo Feng, in no mood for idle talk, walked over to Liu Yuan and stomped down heavily.

BOOM!

Force exploded from his foot. Liu Yuan grunted loudly as his body was flung into the air.

I don't dare?

A cold smirk touched the corner of Luo Feng's mouth, his eyes flashing with an icy glint as he punched Liu Yuan in the chest.

CRACK!

"Ahhh..."

Accompanied by a clear bone-cracking sound, Liu Yuan screamed in agony as his body smashed into the ground, leaving a half-foot-deep crater.

"You..." Liu Yuan stared, his gaze filled with terror and fury.

He was a disciple of Gold Stone Hall, one of the Twelve Golden Palaces. He never imagined that Luo Feng, a mere student from one of the four major academies, would dare to treat him this way.

Luo Feng stepped up to Liu Yuan and patted his opponent's blood-smeared face, saying indifferently, "If word of your sneak attack, launched after conceding defeat at such a major event, were to reach Gold Stone Hall…"

Hearing this, Liu Yuan's eyes trembled, and he drew a sharp breath.

Luo Feng was right. For him, a disciple of the prestigious Gold Stone Hall, to concede defeat to Luo Feng was already deeply embarrassing. Even worse, he had attempted a surprise attack! If this matter reached Gold Stone Hall, he would likely be expelled.

At this thought, terror finally surfaced on Liu Yuan's face. If he were expelled from Gold Stone Hall, his future prospects would be ruined!

Looking at Liu Yuan's pathetic state, Luo Feng lost interest and said coldly, "Remember, don't show your face before Yang Wanyi again. Otherwise, the consequences won't be as simple as today."

"Yes, yes... From now on, if I even hear the name 'Yang Wanyi,' I'll go the other way." Liu Yuan broke into a cold sweat under Luo Feng's gaze and nodded repeatedly.

"Very good."

Luo Feng nodded indifferently and stood up.

An eerie silence fell over the square. Everyone stared at Luo Feng, their faces etched with shock.

"Six consecutive victories!"

After a long moment, someone finally exclaimed.

"Unbelievable! Even Liu Yuan, master of the No-Phase Palm, was not his opponent. From the looks of it, Luo Feng's strength has already rivaled late-stage Ninth Heaven Heavenly Court Realm Martial Artists!"

"Yes, among those present, I'm afraid only Ye Tang and Tang Qi, the Flying Snow Cold Sword, can match him."

"But Luo Feng's methods are truly domineering. He showed no regard for Liu Yuan, a disciple of the Twelve Golden Palaces, and simply beat him up."

"Pah! Some disciple of the Twelve Golden Palaces he is! He goes back on his word and disgraces all us Martial Artists!"

"Exactly. Such a person isn't fit to be called a Martial Artist."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, expressing their contempt for Liu Yuan's actions.

Tang Yue, the City Lord of Barren City, took a deep breath, turned, and said to Tang Qi, "Qi'er, this Luo Feng is no simple character."

For the first time, Tang Qi seriously regarded Luo Feng. He nodded and said, "Indeed, he's quite remarkable, though his Cultivation is a bit low. Perhaps he'll be a formidable opponent for me in the future, but I won't lose to him."

On the other side of the square, Yang Dingtian waved his sleeve and ordered coldly, "Someone, take Young Master Liu Yuan away for healing!"

At this moment, Yang Dingtian's face was grim, and the aura emanating from him was chilling.

Luo Feng was his son-in-law, yet Liu Yuan had dared to launch a sneak attack on him right under his nose!

If Luo Feng weren't safe and sound, Yang Dingtian would have been tempted to kill Liu Yuan himself.

"Yes!"

Two Stewards from the City Lord Mansion responded and stepped forward. Reaching Liu Yuan's side, they grabbed his arms and legs and lifted him to carry him away.

"Ahh, be gentle! My arm bones are broken!"

Liu Yuan gritted his teeth in excruciating pain, his cries of agony continuing. As they passed Luo Feng, one Steward suddenly paused and said, "Young Master Luo Feng, we meet again."

Luo Feng looked and recognized him as Steward Li, who had accompanied Yang Wanyi to Panlong City. A smile touched his lips. "It's been a long time. I must thank you for your help last time in Panlong City."

Steward Li quickly waved his hand. "There's no need for thanks. You're now the son-in-law of our City Lord Mansion, the future City Lord. I'll be relying on your kind consideration in the future."

The future City Lord?

Luo Feng glanced at Yang Wanyi, rubbed his nose, then turned back to Steward Li, his eyes wide with surprise. "You've advanced to the Spiritual Rotation Realm? That's wonderful news! Congratulations!"

Steward Li chuckled and shook his head, his face full of admiration. "Hehe, it's hardly worth congratulating. I was stuck in the Ninth Heaven of the Heavenly Court Realm for over a decade. Compared to Miss Waner, this achievement of mine is nothing. Let's not talk about me; your progress is the truly astonishing thing! In just four months, you've advanced to the mid-stage of the Ninth Heaven of the Heavenly Court Realm and even comprehended the Grand Momentum that all Martial Artists dream of. I still find it hard to believe."

Luo Feng just smiled and said nothing. He knew his progress was indeed shockingly fast; too much explanation might only arouse suspicion.

Steward Li glanced at the tournament stage and reminded him, "Luo Feng, I heard about you injuring several members of the Ye family yesterday. Ye Tang has been watching you this whole time and will certainly challenge you later. He is at the late-stage of the Ninth Heaven of the Heavenly Court Realm and has cultivated in the Sky Sword Pavilion. His strength is extraordinary, so be careful."

"Thanks for the reminder. I know my limits," Luo Feng nodded.

"Alright then, I'll take this fellow for healing now. Let's catch up when we have time."

Steward Li patted Liu Yuan.

Whether intentionally or not, his hand landed right on Liu Yuan's injured chest, provoking another howl of agony.

Once Steward Li had taken Liu Yuan away, Luo Feng exhaled, took out a pill, and consumed it to restore his Yuan Qi. His sharp gaze swept across the square. "Who else wants to come up?"

Hearing his words, the crowd looked at him with awe; their previous disdain was gone.

The strength Luo Feng had displayed commanded respect; no one dared to underestimate him any longer.

"I wonder who will step up to challenge him this time."

"Luo Feng has defeated Liu Yuan. Among the young geniuses present, only Xu Zhi, known as One Leaf Crosses The River; Ye Tang, the young master of the Ye family; and Tang Qi, the Young City Lord of Barren City, could possibly match him."

"Hmm, I wonder who will go up…"

As the crowd was discussing, a resonant voice suddenly rang out.

"I will!"

WHOOSH!

All eyes turned towards the source of the sound, where a tall young man stood.

"It's Xu Zhi, One Leaf Crosses The River!"

"Xu Zhi is also at the mid-stage of the Ninth Heaven of the Heavenly Court Realm, the same as Liu Yuan. Liu Yuan suffered a crushing defeat at Luo Feng's hands. Why would he still want to go up?"

"Don't underestimate Xu Zhi. He is known for his Qinggong. Although his Cultivation is on par with Liu Yuan's, he is far more difficult to deal with!"

The crowd watched Xu Zhi, buzzing with discussion.

Xu Zhi, dressed in a green robe, his narrow, bright eyes fixed on the tournament stage, took a step forward.

WHOOSH...

The crowd saw only a blur, and Xu Zhi was already standing on the tournament stage.

"So fast! I didn't even see how he got onto the stage."

"Xu Zhi, 'One Leaf Crosses The River,' truly lives up to his name! His movement technique is like the wind itself—formless, shadowless, and unbelievably fast."

"With such Qinggong, Luo Feng will likely find it difficult to win."

Gasps of amazement rippled through the crowd. Even those who had initially thought Xu Zhi was sure to lose now felt, after witnessing his movement technique, that the outcome of a match between them was unpredictable.

Luo Feng looked at Xu Zhi and nodded inwardly.

This man's Light Martial Arts are indeed exceptional; he must have cultivated some high-grade Light Martial Arts technique.

"Luo Feng, my name is Xu Zhi. I look forward to your instruction!"

To everyone's surprise, Xu Zhi was very respectful towards Luo Feng.

Luo Feng was a bit puzzled and raised an eyebrow. "You're not planning to fight me?"

Xu Zhi smiled and shook his head. "My Cultivation is comparable to Liu Yuan's. He has cultivated the All Aspects Dark Luo Palm to the third stage, and his strength even surpasses mine slightly. You defeated him easily, so I'm certainly not your opponent."

Luo Feng's brows knitted. "Then why did you come up here?"

Xu Zhi said, "I excel in Qinggong. When I was at the Seventh Level of the Essence Storage Realm, I once crossed a hundred-zhang-wide river by treading on leaves. That's why people gave me the moniker 'One Leaf Crosses The River.' I saw your fight with Liu Yuan just now. Your Light Martial Arts are extraordinary, so I wished to compare notes with you."

"You want to compete with me in Qinggong?" Xu Zhi's answer surprised Luo Feng.

Xu Zhi nodded. "I know this request might seem unreasonable. If you don't agree, I won't insist. I'll concede defeat right now."

Luo Feng waved his hand. "I accept your challenge."

Thus far, when it came to Qinggong, Luo Feng had never lost to anyone.

"Huh? Luo Feng is going to compete in Qinggong with Xu Zhi?"

Hearing the exchange between Luo Feng and Xu Zhi, the entire square erupted.

Luo Feng had won six consecutive battles, even defeating the master of the No-Phase Palm. His strength was extraordinary! In terms of raw power, Xu Zhi was far inferior to Luo Feng.

However, everyone had their strengths. Xu Zhi had always been known for his Qinggong. If it was a contest of Qinggong, the outcome was hard to predict; Luo Feng might very well not be his match. Many felt Luo Feng was being too reckless in accepting such a request from Xu Zhi.

On the tournament stage, Xu Zhi clasped his fists towards Luo Feng. "I am deeply grateful!"

Luo Feng, his expression calm, said, "Let's begin. We'll stop at the first touch."

"Very well! Then be careful."

Xu Zhi's figure was still in its original spot, but his voice seemed to drift from a distance.

WHOOSH...

A light breeze swept past. The image of Xu Zhi standing in place twisted and vanished; it had been an afterimage.

Simultaneously, mist rose from the water surrounding the platform, enveloping the entire tournament stage.

"The Hidden Water Cloud Step I cultivate is a mid-grade Profound Level Martial Art," Xu Zhi's voice sounded from within the mist, ethereal as the wind, its origin unknown. "It allows me to use Water Yuan Qi to conceal my movements. The surrounding water gives me an advantage. My apologies."

"It's no matter," Luo Feng said calmly. To his Soul Perception, such concealment techniques were mere child's play.

SWISH!

A faint sound of tearing air was heard, and a figure—Xu Zhi—materialized in the mist behind Luo Feng.

SWISH!

The moment Xu Zhi appeared, he struck, aiming a finger at Luo Feng's left shoulder.

Luo Feng had already detected him. Without turning his head, he waved his palm to block.

The anticipated finger strike never came. Luo Feng glanced back to see only the boundless mist; Xu Zhi seemed to have vanished as if he had never been there.

Interesting.

Luo Feng gazed into the dense mist, his eyes narrowing, a slight smile playing on his lips. Ten Qi Dragons coiled beneath his feet, and his figure, like Xu Zhi's, vanished in an instant.

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