"Don't get complacent. Although with your current Cultivation Level, there is probably no one among your peers who can match you, if we set aside your cultivation level and that strange Dark Energy of yours, you really have nothing else to be proud of. The successors of those ancient martial arts sects, factions, and families could leave you several streets behind," Uncle Ming Daochuan said, unable to resist taking Chen Fei down a peg upon hearing such blatant arrogance.

After all, the young people qualified to become successors of those ancient martial arts sects, factions, and families couldn't possibly be as casual and scatterbrained as his disciple, who couldn't even master his own school's martial arts properly.

Of course, looking at the bigger picture and discussing overall strength, Chen Fei could still easily leave those people several streets behind. After all, a First-Class peak Ancient Martial Artist in his twenties was no joke; it was almost impossible for someone in the younger generation to achieve such a level!

However, Chen Fei just laughed it off, seemingly unconcerned, then suddenly asked with curiosity, "Master, this so-called Lingnan Mountain Martial Arts Conference can't be attended by just anyone, right?" He had just heard his master say that even with his strength as a First-Class peak Ancient Martial Artist, he only barely qualified for an uninvited guest status.

Could it be that this so-called Lingnan Mountain Martial Arts Conference isn't open to just anyone in the Southern Huaxia circle of ancient martial arts who wants to attend?

"Nonsense, of course not," Uncle Ming Daochuan replied with a roll of his eyes. "If any riffraff could attend, how could the Lingnan Mountain Martial Arts Conference be worthy of being called a grand event? Listen closely. For every conference, only forces or individuals with an Innate Expert presiding over them are qualified to receive an invitation. How many Innate Experts do you think there are in the entire southern land? All together, there are probably only about ten or twenty, so not many people or forces can attend. It's just a handful of them."

"HISS! Ten or twenty?" Chen Fei gasped, not because it was too many, but far too few.

Considering the vastness of the southern lands and its enormous population, there were so few Ancient Martial Artists at the Innate Level. This indirectly highlighted just how formidable and difficult that level was to reach.

"What else did you expect? Anyway, just remember to go check it out when the time comes so you don't miss it. I'm also planning to go out for a few days," said Ming Daochuan.

"Go out? Master, where are you going?" Chen Fei asked, puzzled.

"Where I'm going is none of your business. I'm just meeting an old friend. Now, you can go," Ming Daochuan said, waving his hand dismissively.

"Alright then, Master, I'll take my leave. Next time you check my mastery of martial arts, I definitely won't disappoint you," Chen Fei said without overthinking it. He thumped his chest in promise and turned to leave.

His master was, after all, one of the mere ten or twenty Innate Experts in the southern lands. His strength rivaled even that of the terrifying Strange Snake at the bottom of Emerald Lake; his power was simply awe-inspiring. It was unlikely that anyone could pose a threat to him, so there was no need for a young disciple like himself to worry needlessly.

"Go on, go on. Remember, if your Xingyi Fist is still that terrible next time, don't you bother coming back. I can't be bothered to watch," Ming Daochuan's 'threatening' voice came from inside the house.

"Heh heh, don't worry, Master. It definitely won't be next time," Chen Fei said, scratching his head in embarrassment before departing. A short while later, a Mercedes GL400, like a beast of the road, sped away from the foot of Five Peaks Mountain, heading back toward the urban area of Chengyang County.

「Meanwhile, at Chen Fei's home.」

Lin Ling, wearing an apron, brewed a cup of tea and placed it on the table. Across from her sat a female police officer in uniform.

She had short hair and a striking, heroic presence. The lines of her face were sharp and beautiful, giving one the feeling of a soft breeze in a cold desert. Her figure was incredibly voluptuous, and even the loose-fitting police uniform could hardly disguise her impressive 'assets.'

More than just her looks, however, the officer's most distinct feature was her temperament. She was as cold as a block of ice.

If an ordinary person were here, they would likely have been intimidated. But Chen Fei's mother, Lin Ling, seemed completely unfazed. With a faint smile, she asked kindly, "Young lady, is there something you need from my son, Chen Fei?"

As she spoke, she stole a glance at the men in black suits outside the door. Each was burly and stern-faced, their expressions blank. They looked far more formidable than ordinary police officers and radiated an aura of menace.

"Auntie, please don't be nervous or worried. We came to find Chen Fei because the organization has a matter that requires his help," the cold-tempered female officer replied. For some reason, hearing Lin Ling's kind words sparked a feeling of closeness in her heart, and she even offered a slight smile.

This scene was noticed by the men in black outside, who couldn't help but exchange bemused glances, a hint of surprise in their eyes. As her colleagues and subordinates, they knew how rare her smile was. They might only see it once every two or three months.

"Hehe, what do I have to be nervous about? But if the country needs Xiaofei's help, then it is truly his honor! Thank you for taking the trouble to come here in person today," Lin Ling said with an elegant laugh.

Upon hearing Chen Fei's mother's refined voice and seeing her profound tranquility, a trace of astonishment finally appeared in the female officer's eyes.

It's hard to imagine an ordinary housewife remaining so calm in front of me. On the contrary, I'm the one starting to feel pressured. This is completely unexpected...

"Auntie, you're too kind. Since the organization requires Mr. Chen's assistance, we must come in person. It's a matter of respect," the female police officer said, her expression a little unnatural.

"Oh, is that so?" Chen Fei's mother responded with a graceful smile, then said no more and turned back to watch the television. Her casual attitude only fueled the female police officer's internal unease, causing her to become somewhat reserved without even realizing it.

"Who are you people? What are you doing standing in front of my house?" Just then, a stern shout came from outside.

Outside the door, Chen Fei glared at the black-clad figures guarding his home, his expression dark and unpleasant.

With his current Cultivation Level and observational skills, he could tell at a glance that these men were no ordinary people. Each carried an elusive aura of killing intent, the kind that came from having taken lives. To have so many such people appear at his doorstep while his mother was home alone...

If they scared her or did anything dangerous... Rage flared uncontrollably within Chen Fei, and a cold light flickered in his eyes.

"Damn it, you're courting death!" Spiritual Energy surged through Chen Fei's body as his pitch-black eyes turned icy. Without hesitation, he threw a punch through the air at the black-clad men!

"Hmph, you overestimate yourself!" Seeing a mere youth inexplicably attack them, the black-clad men's expressions sank in unison. A look of suppressed anger appeared in their eyes as their hands rapidly flexed or formed into fists, and they moved to surround Chen Fei.

An invisible, fierce aura seemed to emanate from their bodies, chilling to the bone. As it swept past, the very air seemed to freeze.

Clearly, these men were not ordinary. They were elites, much like the hardened fighters from a Hong Kong Gang, forged in brutal combat. Their skills were direct, efficient killing techniques. They had even reached the point of projecting a tangible, intimidating aura—they were formidable.

The female police officer inside knew how strong her subordinates were; combined, they could even stand up to a First-Class Ancient Warrior. When she saw this, her expression changed instantly. "Stop! What are you doing?" she shouted. Lin Ling also realized the sharp voice from outside belonged to her son, Chen Fei.

But when she saw the men in black moving to attack her son, her formerly elegant complexion changed instantly. A look of panic flashed across her face as she cried out, "Xiaofei, what are you all doing? Stop right now!"

She knew her son had practiced martial arts with Uncle Ming since he was a child, and with his great talent, he had progressed quickly. Normally, she knew he wouldn't have feared twenty or thirty ordinary men.

The problem was, she could sense that these men in black were different. They reminded her of the elite soldiers and even special department members she had seen years ago in the Capital City… She had some idea of how powerful those people were, which was why she was so panicked, terrified that her son would be no match for them!

But just as their shouts to stop left their lips, before the words had even faded, Chen Fei's punch, packing the force to shatter metal and stone, broke through their defense as if it were nothing. BANG! He landed a continuous barrage of heavy fists on the chests of the black-clad men.

BANG! BANG! BANG! Then came the sickening crack of breaking bones.

In his fury, Chen Fei showed absolutely no mercy, sending the men in black sprawling in all directions as they gasped in agony.

Then, just as suddenly, the scene fell silent. Eerily silent. Only the rustling of leaves in the wind could be heard.

From Chen Fei's initial shout to his attack, to the counterattack and subsequent defeat of all the black-clad men, the description may seem long, but in reality, it all happened in the blink of an eye. It took less time than speaking a single sentence.

Yet in that instant, Chen Fei had taken out five or six genuine Elites of Flying Leopard, one punch each, leaving them sprawled on the ground with who knows how many broken bones. What terrifying strength! It was simply unbelievable!

The shock the female police officer felt at that moment was beyond words.

Because she knew very well that not even the real First-Class Ancient Warriors within Flying Leopard, or a King of Soldiers of equivalent strength, could have done this!

And what did that imply?

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