Ronqi was tall with exceptionally long arms; before Chen Feng could react, he was lifted clean off the ground by a single grip. Chen Feng felt the man possessed immense strength and urgently tried to circulate his internal Dou Qi to stabilize himself. Before he could even muster it, however, the force suddenly yanked downward, throwing him instantly off balance and causing him to stumble and crash onto the ground.

Filia hurried forward to help the fallen Chen Feng up, looking at Ronqi with clear displeasure. "What are you doing? Brother?" Ronqi’s large eyes widened.

"With just this level of cultivation, you think you can be with my sister? Boy, are you tired of living!" "..." It was only then that Filia understood her foolish brother's intent. He had seen her walking with Chen Feng and mistakenly assumed the young man was pursuing her.

She quickly grabbed Ronqi’s large hand and shook it insistently. "Brother, you’ve misunderstood. Chen Feng is just an ordinary friend—he often looks out for me!" Ronqi paused, bewildered.

"With his cultivation? I doubt he’s even as strong as you. How could he look out for you?" Filia stammered, "This..." She was momentarily speechless, unsure how to respond.

Chen Feng, having been unfairly thrown to the ground, was deeply displeased. Hearing such contemptuous words made him even more irate. He wanted to retort sharply, but thinking it over, he held back.

After all, this was Filia's brother, and since they both belonged to the martial families of Dragon Mountain Town, there was an inherent mutual benefit in maintaining relations. Turning back would only spoil things. With a cold snort, he turned and prepared to leave.

Seeing his seemingly disrespectful departure, Ronqi’s voice boomed like thunder. "Boy, why do you look so unconvinced?" Chen Feng replied, "Convinced, why wouldn't I be!" He turned back, bowed slightly toward Filia, and said, "Since your brother is here, I’ll take my leave!" Filia quickly returned the gesture, a trace of reluctance showing in her eyes. Realizing her brother might have caused a serious misunderstanding, she quickly called out, "Chen Feng, my brother is actually a good person; he didn't mean anything by what he said just now..." Seeing her anxious demeanor, Chen Feng offered a slight smile.

"I know. Don't worry. To be honest, I don't put much stock in the rank of a Fifth-Level Swordsman!

Two years. At most, two years, and I will surpass that level!" The reason Chen Feng made this declaration was rooted in his suppressed anger. Ronqi claimed he had spent two years training in the Monster Beast Mountain Range to reach his current level.

Though his past cultivation was unknown, achieving the rank of Fifth-Level Fighter through two years of life-or-death experience suggested his innate talent, while not poor, was at best average. Now possessing the cultivation methods of the King of Fighters techniques in his mind, and bolstered by his performance during the earlier confrontation with Gu Bo, he felt confident. As long as he persisted in his training, surpassing Ronqi was only a matter of time.

Thus, his bold statement was, in essence, a way to vent the frustration of being tripped and humiliated earlier. Ronqi chuckled, his disdain evident. "Interesting.

This boy is quite interesting. You’re not even a First-Level Fighter now. You truly believe that in two years, you’ll become a Sixth-Level Fighter who surpasses me?" Chen Feng stood unbowed and unflinching, staring directly at the other man, his eyes blazing with fierce light, showing no sign of retreat.

"Whether I become a Sixth-Level Fighter or not is my business. But I will certainly repay today's humiliation in kind two years from now!" With that, he turned, leading Uncle Wen, and walked toward the direction he remembered as home. Filia stamped her foot in frustration.

"Brother, he did you a favor once, why are you treating him like that?" Ronqi didn't answer, instead watching Chen Feng’s retreating figure, a hint of confusion coloring his expression. "He is clearly a fellow with low cultivation, yet he gives me a sense of unease? As if he might truly defeat me in two years..." He shook his head with a self-mocking laugh.

"Impossible. I endured countless life-and-death trials over two years just to advance from Fourth to Fifth Level. This fellow claims he can go from zero cultivation to Sixth Level in two years?

Ridiculous!" After laughing, he pulled Filia along. "Come on, let’s go home! I’ve just arrived in the city and haven't seen Mom and your second sister yet!" The two walked in the opposite direction from Chen Feng.

Filia looked back at his receding figure, feeling that his slender body, silhouetted against the sunlight, looked so forlorn... Chen Feng was seething with suppressed rage. Being transmigrated into the body of an idiot was maddening; everywhere he went, he was met with contemptuous gazes.

He had to become stronger. He concentrated on the King of Fighters cultivation method in his mind, sensing it bore an uncanny similarity to the internal strength techniques of his previous life. It was divided into five distinct tiers: Cyclone Force, Ultimate Force, Absolute Domain, and Spacetime Power.

According to this classification, he had accumulated Dou Qi equivalent to 5% of the Cyclone Force. Chen Feng didn't fully grasp the energy division system for Fighters in this world, but judging by how easily he knocked Gu Bo flying with one punch, he possessed at least the Dou Qi reserves of a Second-Level Fighter. The former Chen Feng Kente practiced diligently, but due to his simple-mindedness, he was incapable of utilizing the Dou Qi he accumulated, leading others to perceive him as uncultivated and subjected him to constant discrimination.

Chen Feng tested the connection: the Dou Qi and the Cyclone Force from the King of Fighters technique could be interconverted. However, the Cyclone Force was clearly magnitudes more advanced than high-level Dou Qi. Furthermore, a specific running circulation pattern was required for this energy conversion, which felt marvelous and intricate.

If he converted all his Second-Level Fighter Dou Qi into Cyclone Force and applied the King of Fighters skills, his current strength would be close enough to challenge a Third-Level Fighter! "Fifth Young Master, we are home!" The old voice of Uncle Wen startled Chen Feng from his deep contemplation. He looked up and saw an environment most familiar from the chaotic memories: a structure of grayish-blue rough-hewn stone, silently situated within a grove of ironwood trees.

Two massive stone lions stood guard beside the towering, jet-black main gate, imposing and solemn. Uncle Wen stepped forward and knocked heavily on the tightly shut gate. "Dong, dong..." With a deep, groaning sound, the gate cracked open slightly, revealing a stout servant peeking out.

"Well, well, look who it is—the idiot Young Master! Do you have any idea how late it is?" the servant sneered, blocking the gap with his body. Uncle Wen stepped forward, bowing his head nervously.

"Please excuse the intrusion, Ah Xiong!" He then produced three copper coins from his pocket and pressed them into the servant’s hand. Ah Xiong pinched the three coins, sneering. "Are you trying to pay off a beggar?" He then yanked at the door, preparing to shut it.

Uncle Wen offered a forced, trembling smile and fumbled two more coins from his pocket. "This is all I have, please just help us out. We won't be this late again, I promise!" Ah Xiong eyed the five copper coins coolly, weighing them in his palm.

"Hmph. Bad luck. I was already in a foul mood today..." Chen Feng, witnessing a mere servant treat his retainers with such disrespect, erupted in fury.

A servant displaying such arrogance toward his master—what kind of arrangement was this? The former Chen Feng Kente must have lost an astonishing amount of face! Chen Feng suddenly pulled Uncle Wen aside and stepped forward, his voice cold.

"Is this the proper attitude for a servant?" Ah Xiong shot him a disdainful glance. "Idiot! It’s already giving you too much face that I'm even letting you in.

Otherwise, sleep under a bridge outside!" Uncle Wen’s face darkened, and he nervously tugged at Chen Feng’s sleeve, sensing from his demeanor that such occurrences were far from isolated incidents. Chen Feng’s rage boiled over. Regardless of how powerless the original Chen Feng Kente had been, he was in charge now and would not tolerate this degradation.

Without another word, he spun his internal Dou Qi, swung his arm, and with a sharp smack, delivered a resounding slap squarely across the servant's face. Ah Xiong froze. The idiot Young Master, whom he usually locked out, had actually struck him today?

"You dare hit me?" Smack! Smack! Two more sharp reports followed.

With a roar, Ah Xiong raised his arm and lunged forward with a punch. Chen Feng shifted his body slightly, gently guiding the incoming hand with his right palm, while extending his left foot—employing the past-life technique of 'four ounces repelling a thousand pounds.' With a heavy thud, Ah Xiong collapsed onto the ground, his bulky frame kicking up a cloud of dust. Chen Feng shook his stinging hand, which was numb from the impact of the slaps, and planted a foot squarely on the servant's round face.

"A mere servant dares strike his master? I think you are tired of living! Since you wish for it, I shall oblige!" He exerted all his might, driving his right foot directly into the servant’s nose.

Infused with the accumulated anger from his encounters with Gu Bo and Ronqi, combined with his own Dou Qi cultivation, there was a distinct crack. Ah Xiong's nasal bone shattered and caved in. Blood immediately began streaming down his face like water from a split melon.

"Awooooo..." After a heart-wrenching, ear-splitting shriek, Ah Xiong wailed, his face drenched in blood. "F-Fifth Young Master... I...

I was wrong! I apologize..." "Apologize? If an apology worked, what would the police be for?" Chen Feng roared, the most shameless, roguish, and arrogant line from Dao Ming Si in Meteor Garden echoing in his mind.

"Po-police... what are they?" Ah Xiong stammered in terror. "You don't even know what the police are, yet you dare take bribes!" Chen Feng snarled, delivering two more kicks in quick succession.

"Let me tell you, only the police can collect money openly... Do you understand?" Ah Xiong choked back the pain and quickly replied, "I understand! The police mean bandits!" "...Bandits!" Chen Feng sputtered, caught between exasperation and amusement, and delivered one more kick.

"You ignorant fool!" He was about to deliver another blow when Uncle Wen’s trembling voice sounded from the side. "Fifth Young Master, Ah-Ah Xiong has passed out!" Chen Feng wiped the blood off his shoe and spat disdainfully. "Lucky you passed out early; otherwise, I would have beaten your face until it bloomed..." Seeing Ah Xiong bleeding profusely on the ground, Chen Feng swallowed the rest of his threat—the situation had escalated enough.

"A tiger doesn't show its stripes, or you mistake it for a Persian cat!" He patted Uncle Wen, whose face was now blank with shock. "It’s fine, just a small thing. Just a gate dog, nothing important!" In the previous owner's memories, this was a strictly hierarchical society where servants were regarded as little more than animals by the nobility.

Although the martial path was in decline, as a legitimate heir of one of Dragon Mountain Town's martial families, the original Chen Feng Kente was destined to receive a noble title upon reaching adulthood, provided no accidents occurred. Uncle Wen shivered, looking at Ah Xiong lying unconscious, face covered in blood. The Fifth Young Master’s mind was clearer now, certainly, but his behavior had become far stranger.

How could the previously gentle and kind young master become so bloodthirsty? Just as he bent down to help Ah Xiong up, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse through the crack in the gate into the courtyard. His expression suddenly changed.

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