"Damn, finally there's a turning point."
Seeing Chu Feng's opponent this time was Chu Xun, the Chu family youth's gloom vanished instantly, replaced by delight.
He naturally knew Chu Xun's strength—that was Spirit Martial Fifth Level, and among the younger generation of the Chu family, he could rank in the top five.
Having also witnessed the earlier standoff between Chu Xun and Chu Feng, he could see they were on bad terms; Chu Xun would never admit defeat, so he was certain Chu Feng would surely lose this match.
"Hey, you still dare to bet again?" the Chu family youth shouted at the top of his lungs.
"We dare, but do you still have money?" those who had just won all of the Chu family youth's silver taels sneered.
"Hah, you look down on me?" the Chu family youth said coldly, pulling two Spirit Herbs from his bosom: "If you dare, I'll play with you to the end."
Seeing the Spirit Herbs in the youth's hand, the onlookers fell silent—Spirit Herb is a top-tier spiritual medicine; each stalk sells for one tael of gold, equivalent to a hundred silver taels.
Now the Chu family youth produced two stalks at once; even ignoring that many lack the capital to bet against him, his sheer aura shows he has absolute confidence to win.
Thus, although many eyed them greedily, none dared to bet again, for such a stake is more than many can afford to lose.
"Brother, you have guts—I'll play with you one last time." The burly man actually produced two Spirit Herbs and slapped them onto the Chu family youth's face.
"Heh, good." Seeing this, the Chu family youth rejoiced; previously swindled badly by this big guy, now is his chance for revenge.
"Look, the show is starting." Just then someone shouted.
Looking at the stage, Chu Xun had already launched a fierce assault on Chu Feng.
"Swish swish swish"
Chu Xun closed in on Chu Feng, fists flying, legs and feet working together, each move faster than the last, each punch following the previous.
Fists generated wind, moves aimed at flesh—this was no ordinary attack but a vicious fist technique, namely a 2nd‑Rank Martial Art.
Under the storm‑like barrage, Chu Feng swayed left and right, secretly amazed that Chu Xun could display a 2nd‑Rank technique to such an extent; Chu Yue's loss was no surprise.
Unfortunately, for Chu Feng such a level of martial art is full of holes, utterly ineffective.
"Step!" Suddenly Chu Feng halted his retreat, stopped dodging, and simply waited for Chu Xun's attack.
"Good opportunity." Seeing this, Chu Xun thought Chu Feng had exposed an opening, clenched his fist, and slammed it toward Chu Feng's face.
At that moment, those worried for Chu Feng broke out in a cold sweat, fearing he couldn't withstand this blow—anyone could feel the force behind Chu Xun's punch was no trivial matter.
Yet those who despised Chu Feng were overjoyed; they had waited far too long for this moment, wishing Chu Xun's punch would beat Chu Feng to death.
In fact, Chu Feng was clearly going to disappoint them!
"Ha!"
Suddenly Chu Feng bellowed, a mighty aura burst from his body, his punch shot out like lightning, meeting Chu Xun's incoming fist and blasting it away.
"Crack" the two fists collided, producing the sound of breaking bones.
"Ugh" at the same instant, Chu Xun cried out, clutched his right arm, rolled off the stage, and howled in pain.