«Swish.» Chu Feng’s figure flashed to the side, dodging Cheng’s attack.
At the same time, he tapped the ground with one foot, spun rapidly, and a whipping leg sweep lashed out.
Seeing this, Cheng’s expression shifted slightly; he hastily retreated, but Feng’s whip‑leg was not only blindingly fast but also aimed at an awkward angle, making it impossible to dodge.
In panic, Cheng could only cross his arms to block Feng’s attack.
«Bang»
«Tap tap tap…»
The sweep struck, sending Cheng stumbling back several steps; a numb sensation spread through his arms.
At that moment, Cheng frowned, never imagining Feng could possess such strength.
Such power far exceeded his expectations, forcing him to take the fight seriously.
«You’ve got some skill, but relying solely on brute strength will never make you a true master. Let me show you the might of martial techniques.»
«Pa pa pa pa»
«Ha!»
Cheng jabbed his fingers into his body’s acupoints, bellowed, and his clothes instantly ballooned, his fists swelling as well.
Moreover, his skin turned from white to purple, veins bulging hideously.
«Enhanced martial technique»
Chu Feng’s eyes narrowed; he could see Cheng was using an enhanced martial technique.
This technique does not alter the moves, but it enhances the practitioner’s physique.
When cultivated to a certain degree, it becomes immune to water and fire, blades and spears cannot pierce it, and the whole body turns into a lethal weapon.
Seeing Chu Feng’s expression change, Cheng instantly grew smug; although Feng’s strength surprised him, he knew that lacking any martial technique was Feng’s biggest weakness.
The technique he employed is called Steel Body; with it, he can match opponents of equal cultivation in close combat and is nearly invincible, giving him absolute confidence to defeat Chu Feng.
«Chu Feng, kneel and beg for mercy, and….»
Before he could finish, Chu Feng’s figure flickered and vanished.
When Chu Feng reappeared, he was right in front of Cheng, a powerful heavy punch looming larger in Cheng’s vision.
«You’re bringing disgrace upon yourself.»
Seeing Chu Feng dare to clash flesh‑to‑flesh, Cheng snorted, threw a punch aimed straight at Chu Feng’s fist.
«Clang»
The two fists collided, producing a sound like steel striking steel.
Yet after the impact, Cheng retreated several steps again; the numbness in his fist did not diminish but intensified, while Chu Feng did not budge an inch.
«How can this guy’s flesh be so formidable?»
Cheng finally realized something was wrong; with his cultivated technique, few at his level would dare to meet him head‑on.
Yet now, Chu Feng not only stood his ground but also gained the upper hand, leaving Cheng deeply uneasy.
«Swish.»
Suddenly, Chu Feng lunged forward, thrusting a palm toward Cheng’s face.
Having learned from the previous two encounters, Cheng did not try to block head‑on; instead, he aimed for Chu Feng’s wrist and lunged to grab it.
This time, Cheng likewise employed his technique—a lightning‑fast seizing move—so before Chu Feng could react, Cheng had already seized his wrist.
«This…»
But before Cheng could feel triumph, he discovered with horror that his seizing grasp had closed on empty air; the palm that had been lunging at his face had vanished.
«Bang»
«Waaah»
In the midst of his shock, a powerful palm slammed heavily onto his chest.