"You've got quite the nerve. You're the first person to dare speak to me like this after I've shown my strength."
The smile on Ding Chou's face remained unchanged, seemingly very amiable. But everyone already knew that he was not a man who kept away from worldly disputes—on the contrary, he was extremely arrogant. It was just that his arrogance was very deeply hidden.
"That only goes to show that your previous opponents were all useless trash—or perhaps your Lingyun Sect simply doesn't have any real experts," Chu Feng said with a mocking smile.
"Within Qingzhou, you're the first to dare say that my Lingyun Sect has no experts." Ding Chou's sword-like eyebrows shot upward, a chilling glint flickering in his eyes. He seemed to take great offense at anyone speaking ill of the Lingyun Sect.
"I'm just telling it like it is." Chu Feng shrugged, looking entirely nonchalant.
"In that case, come at me. As long as you beat me, the championship is yours. But I should warn you—I'll make you lose even worse than Chen Wanxi!" Ding Chou beckoned Chu Feng forward with a flick of his finger.
"As you wish!"
Whoosh!
Chu Feng made his move. His Mystic Art surged to life, his aura blazing like a rainbow. With his body slightly leaned forward, he swept toward Ding Chou like the wind, so fast that everyone's jaws dropped.
Chu Feng's arms whirled in wide, sweeping motions, every move a masterwork of precision. His strikes came like lightning, landing like mountain peaks. Fists hard as iron, legs sharp as whips—fists and feet wove together into a storm-like offensive that surrounded Ding Chou completely.
"How does this kid have such incredible power? He's at the Spirit Martial realm, yet he's producing pressure no weaker than the Yuan Martial realm!"
Chu Feng's explosive display drew gasps of astonishment from the crowd, every eye drawn to his dazzling fist technique.
Even the various city lords furrowed their brows, their eyes lighting up. Although they had already guessed Chu Feng was talented, none had expected him to be this powerful.
"Not bad."
Facing Chu Feng's fierce attacks, Ding Chou found himself unable to respond easily. He was forced back again and again, gradually losing even the ability to parry.
Chu Feng's body was abnormally hard. Every time he collided with it, a numbing sensation shot through him. This made him too afraid to block Chu Feng's attacks with his body anymore—because he simply couldn't withstand them.
Whoosh! Suddenly, Chu Feng unleashed another savage heavy punch. The fist wind roared straight for Ding Chou's face, leaving him nowhere to dodge.
"Hmph."
Gritting his teeth, Ding Chou let out a cold snort. The surrounding air instantly froze, and then an invisible force erupted from within him. The Yuan Force in his body surged out like a volcanic explosion, its immense power forming an invisible hurricane that forcibly blasted Chu Feng backward.
At the same moment he sent Chu Feng flying back, Ding Chou lunged forward, arms swinging, fists hammering out wildly—using Chu Feng's own earlier offensive style to launch a counterattack.
"He's finally using his Mystic Art!!"
Watching Chu Feng go from advantage to disadvantage in the blink of an eye, Su Rou frowned slightly. She knew Ding Chou was getting serious. With his Mystic Art in motion, Ding Chou's power rivaled the Yuan Martial Third Level—Chu Feng was truly facing tremendous pressure.