"Are you Jiang Chen?"

Wu Feng gazed at Jiang Chen with a cold look, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, "Is it you who said our sect's cultivation techniques are flawed?"

Jiang Chen glanced at Wu Feng and said indifferently, "Yes, I said it."

"How presumptuous! At such a young age, you dare to be so arrogantly self-assured. You truly have no idea how high the sky is or how deep the earth is!"

Wu Feng immediately roared and glared furiously at Jiang Chen, "However, since you dared to utter such words, I will give you a chance. Do you dare to battle with me?"

His gaze was cold and proud, as if it were a great honor for Jiang Chen to have the opportunity to battle him.

However, Jiang Chen didn't pay Wu Feng any heed and turned his head to look directly at Lin Bingrui, saying coldly, "President Lin, I want to know, what kind of price did you pay to bring him here?"

Lin Bingrui was taken aback and replied in surprise, "Fifty million, what about it?"

"Nothing."

Jiang Chen shook his head, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He had originally thought Lin Bingrui seemed decent enough to offer his help for free, while getting a chance to witness other martial artists in action. But unexpectedly, this Lin Bingrui had rather spent fifty million to hire someone than let him lend a hand.

How much distrust must he have in me!

"Kid, I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me!"

Seeing Jiang Chen ignoring him, Wu Feng stepped forward, glaring fiercely at Jiang Chen and harshly demanded, "Are you scared, kid? If you're scared, kneel down and kowtow right now, and then shout thrice that you're nothing but a blabbering piece of trash. Then I'll forgive you and save myself the trouble of dirtying my hands!"

"Who do you think you are? That I have to pay attention to you when you speak?" Jiang Chen glanced at Wu Feng and said indifferently again, "Also, let me tell you, you're sick too, just like your junior brother!"

"Bastard! You're courting death!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Feng became furiously enraged and raised his hand to strike Jiang Chen.

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes as well, ready to strike and teach this arrogant fellow a lesson.

"Hahahahaha..."

But just then!

A wild burst of laughter entered the hall.

Then, the laughter turned into a fierce shout, "Lin Bingrui, have you prepared your coffin yet!"

As the voice fell, several people turned to look, and saw a man dressed in the samurai attire of Beihai Nation striding in through the entrance with his head high.

Seeing this man, Lin Bingrui's face changed dramatically. He hurried over to Wu Feng and begged in a low voice, "Mr. Wu Feng, deal with him first, please. That's my enemy, Liang Zhengqi."

Wu Feng gave Liang Zhengqi a look and nodded, then turned back and glared fiercely at Jiang Chen, "Boy, once I've dealt with him, I'll come for you next!"

Jiang Chen offered a cold smile, sizing up Liang Zhengqi and then Wu Feng, his lips curling into a strange arc.

Deal with me? It remains to be seen who will deal with whom!

Jiang Chen also sensed a thread of threat from Liang Zhengqi, a threat that, though weak, was still a bit stronger than the almost imperceptible one he felt from Wu Feng.

He had profound faith in such razor-sharp intuition that seemed to spring from deep within himself.

Thinking this, he retreated to a wall and leaned against it.

He would watch the tigers fight from the safety of the mountain.

"Lin Bingrui, you actually found another person? But this time, I hope the one you found is not another useless martial artist, right? Hahahahaha."

Liang Zhengqi once again burst into wild laughter as he approached the group, not deigning to cast a glance at either Jiang Chen or Wu Feng. His gaze was fixed directly on Lin Bingrui:

"The trash who issued a challenge last time got beaten by me in a snap, too dull! So, I hope this time you can find someone a bit more capable."

"Of course, even if you do find someone, it's no use!"

"Because, so-called martial artists are nothing but garbage."

"What did you say?!" Wu Feng, upon hearing this insult to martial artists, immediately roared, glaring fiercely at Liang Zhengqi.

Liang Zhengqi glanced at Wu Feng, a wicked smile on his face; "It seems you are one of those so-called trash martial artists? Let me tell you, I too was once a martial artist, but it was only after going to Beihai National that I realized, our Beihai National's Ancient Fist Way is the true martial arts!

All of you so-called 'Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow' martial artists are waste!

I alone as a junior samurai studying Beihai National's Ancient Fist Way can beat you all so bad you'll be looking for your teeth on the ground!"

The more Wu Feng heard, the angrier he became, his eyes shining with a cold light: "You dog that betrays your country for glory, you dare to come back to Flame Dragon Land and act so wildly. Today, I will make sure you won't leave here alive!"

"Hahaha, anyone can talk big, if you're capable, come up here!"

Liang Zhengqi laughed wildly again, stomped his foot, then pointed at Wu Feng: "Today, I will trample over Flame Dragon and beat martial artists to a pulp!"

"You're courting death!"

Wu Feng, furious, eyes sparkling with lethal intent, roared and dashed forward toward Liang Zhengqi.

As he closed in, Wu Feng's fist viciously aimed for Liang Zhengqi's left cheek.

"Heh, just another weakling."

Yet Liang Zhengqi sneered with disdain, a lightning-fast elbow strike blocked Wu Feng's punch, and with a swift body turn, another elbow struck directly into Wu Feng's abdomen.

"Hmph!"

Wu Feng grunted, teeth clenched as he delivered a powerful knee strike.

Liang Zhengqi sidestepped and retaliated with a sweeping kick.

"Crack crack crackle!"

In just an instant, the two men's fists and feet clashed countless times.

The surrounding crowd could only see two blurry figures entwined on the open ground, accompanied by the howling of fists and the wind of kicks, everything nearby suffered damage.

"Clang clang bang—"

Tables, chairs, railings, everything around was smashed to pieces by the two fighters.

Seeing such an intense fight, Lin Bingrui watched with great nervousness, fists clenched, eyes fixed on the battleground, muttering to himself, "Terrifying, too terrifying!"

While he spoke, he would occasionally wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, utterly astonished.

It was only at this moment that he realized Liang Zhengqi hadn't been using his full strength when he issued the challenge that day. If Liang Zhengqi had decided to strike him then, he probably would have been killed with ease.

Thinking this, he became even more anxious for Wu Feng to win, for if Wu Feng lost, tonight would be Lin Bingrui's end.

Meanwhile, Jiang Chen leaned against the wall, also watching the two fighters. He did not care who won or lost; from the moment Liang Zhengqi appeared, he had determined the outcome, Liang Zhengqi was surely superior. What he watched for was the difference between martial artists and Beihai National's Ancient Fist Way, comparing it against his own cultivation technique to see what differences lay between them.

And as he watched, he saw Liang Zhengqi's figure flash, dodging Wu Feng's fierce attack, then a side kick followed by a straight punch, aimed directly at Wu Feng's heart and head.

It was over!

At that moment, Jiang Chen shook his head, mentally concluding the fight.

Wu Feng lost!

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