For ten days, Chen Feng trained daily inside the sphere, regaining his cyclone energy and physical strength upon returning.

During these ten days, Chen Feng felt marked improvements in both his reflexes and stamina. The cyclone energy within his Dantian grew denser, further solidifying his cultivation as an Eighth-Level Fighter.

“My reaction speed now is nearly double what it was ten days ago,” Chen Feng noted his own transformation with a surge of excitement. “My reserve of cyclone energy is also a full thirty percent greater than before. It seems exhausting the cyclone energy completely before recovering is the best training method.”

During this period, Chen Feng always pushed himself to completely deplete his internal cyclone energy using the Berserk state before leaving the sphere.

“My control over the violent energy during the Berserk state has strengthened, and my understanding of the techniques I’ve learned is deeper.”

The energy during the Berserk state was volatile and difficult to manage, but through this period of exploration, Chen Feng had finally achieved effortless control over this immense power.

Rising from the ** ground, just as he was about to leave for more training, he suddenly heard a knock at the door.

Chen Feng opened it to find the young maidservant who had been tending to him.

“Mr. Iori Yagami, someone asked me to give this to you,” the girl handed over an envelope.

Having spent some time with Chen Feng, the girl naturally knew his assumed “name.”

Chen Feng took the envelope. On it were written three large characters: “Challenge Letter.” After tearing it open and reading the contents, he understood. It was indeed a scheme by Danny and Moco. This challenge letter was written by the mercenary vice-captain named Griff, inviting Chen Feng to a duel to decide the victor at the Hunting Platform outside the city tomorrow.

The Hunting Platform in the Imperial Capital of Novia City was similar to the Lookout Platform. It was nestled in the mountain forests on the outskirts of the city. Many people chose this location for duels they wished to keep private.

“Luring me outside the city is just to make it easier for them to act,” Chen Feng understood Danny and Moco’s intentions perfectly. It was too difficult to act within the crowded city. If they killed someone outside the city, naturally fewer people would be able to investigate. “Hmph. Then they shouldn't blame me for showing no mercy,” a flicker of murderous intent sparked in Chen Feng’s eyes.

“Very well. Tell the person who gave you this that I will be there on time tomorrow.” With that, Chen Feng dismissed the girl and closed the door.

“A First-Level Fighter, a Sixth-Level Magician, a Seventh-Level Fighter, plus a Third-Level High-Grade Magic Beast, the Earth Savage Beast. If I kill them all in one go, leaving no witnesses, it might be somewhat difficult,” Chen Feng mused. “Right, the precious sword I retrieved from the Nether Feather Pavilion.”

With a flick of his wrist, a sword radiating a dark red light appeared in Chen Feng’s hand. The entire room was instantly suffused with an aura of murderous aggression.

“Weapons are divided into Mortal Grade and Sacred Grade. I don’t know yet if this sword is Mortal or Sacred. However, considering even a Dou Zun would find it hard to approach, it should belong at least to the Sacred Grade category. Whether it’s High-Grade or Mid-Grade Sacred remains unknown.” Chen Feng stroked the sharp edge of the blade, feeling the heavy killing intent, and a surge of violent impulse rose in his heart.

“I will test my own strength first, and only use this sword after I have killed that Fighter,” Chen Feng made up his mind. With a light flick of his finger, the sword emitted a sound like a dragon's roar.

“This sword doesn't have a name yet. Since I drew it from the Nether Feather Pavilion, I shall call it the Nether Feather Sword!” Naming the sword brought Chen Feng a sense of ease, and an excited glint appeared in his eyes. ……………………………………………………………………………………

The next morning, Chen Feng woke up and practiced every technique he had learned from Iori Yagami once through. Feeling refreshed, he left his room, found a carriage outside the ‘Rookie Inn,’ and headed toward the Hunting Platform outside the city.

The Hunting Platform was built atop a peak on the city's outskirts. The platform itself was about thirty meters high, with a spacious, smooth, level surface covering approximately four hundred square meters, similar in size to a standard arena—no wonder many preferred to duel here.

Before he even reached the platform, a deep voice boomed out, “That brat you mentioned, I hope he wasn’t scared off and didn't dare show up!”

Danny’s voice followed, “That kid is arrogant. Since he accepted the challenge, I doubt he’d refuse to come.” Moco echoed in agreement, “I think he’ll show up.”

The deep voice scoffed, “What’s so great about a mere Fighter-level brat? I could snap his neck with one arm.”

“Vice-Captain, don’t underestimate this kid. He has some strength; the Rookie Inn even put him up in the A-District, which shows how much they value him!” Danny continued.

“A-District? Humph, even if he lived in S-District, he’s still a Fighter. It is absolutely impossible for a Fighter to defeat a Fighter!” the deep voice declared confidently.

“But…” Danny hadn't finished speaking when he saw Chen Feng walking up with a cold expression.

Standing next to Danny was a large man, about twice Chen Feng’s height, whose arms were thicker than Chen Feng’s waist. The muscles exposed beneath his light-gray mercenary uniform were knotted, resembling bulging tumors, radiating sheer brute force. Standing still, he resembled a small hill.

This must be Griff, their supposed vice-captain.

Griff’s eyes widened when he saw Chen Feng ascending the platform. “You… the Iori Yagami you guys talked about is this guy?” After receiving confirmation, Griff burst into loud laughter. “What kind of joke is this? Such a scrawny fellow! I could knock three of him flying with one punch. Are you asking me to perform a slaughter?”

After laughing, he walked up to Chen Feng, pointed a thick finger at Chen Feng’s forehead, and said, “I hear Miss Judy treats you well? I advise you to give up that notion early. How could someone as lowly as you approach Miss Judy? I’ll count to three, and if you disappear from the Imperial Capital forever, I might consider not killing you.”

Chen Feng stared coldly at Griff. “I hate it most when people point at my forehead!” Saying this, he shot out his right hand, grabbed the man’s finger, and forcefully bent it downward. With a distinct crack, two of Griff’s fingers snapped off at the root.

“Ah…” Cold sweat streamed down Griff’s face from the pain.

He hadn't expected such immense strength from this youth. When the opponent grabbed his finger, Griff hadn't been concerned at all; he was a Fighter with a robust physique, absolutely confident this person couldn't harm him. He never imagined the opponent would break his fingers in a single move!

“I was initially planning to spare you, but since you’ve acted this way, I must kill you today.”

Griff howled a few times, and dense, white, misty Dou Qi coalesced around his iron fist. He hammered toward Chen Feng’s head.

The speed of this punch was terrifying. Even though Chen Feng was prepared, he broke out in a cold sweat. If he had faced this punch before his training, he certainly wouldn't have reacted in time and would have been killed instantly. Now, forewarned, Chen Feng didn't hesitate and launched a Oni-Boshi (Ghost Burn) to intercept the blow, immediately following up by retreating rapidly.

“Trying to run?” Griff saw Chen Feng’s intent. He stomped his feet, causing cracks to spiderweb across the bluestone paving of the platform, using the rebound force to instantly appear in front of Chen Feng.

Chen Feng had no time to react and executed the Hyakko Shiki: Hyakuretsu Harikeri (Hundred-Style Bash: Hundred-Rending Kicks), tapping his right foot toward the opponent’s shoulder.

“Get down!” Griff roared, his thick fist smashing squarely onto the sole of Chen Feng’s foot.

Chen Feng felt a numbing sensation spread through his foot, and his entire right leg instantly lost feeling, causing him to tumble from the air.

“It seems that a First-Level Fighter, when fighting seriously, is still quite difficult for me to handle with my current cultivation!” Chen Feng landed, circulating his cyclone energy through his right leg. The tingling numbness vanished almost instantly, but having taken the full force of the punch, his leg was genuinely injured.

“Brat, daring to injure my finger! Today I’m going to carve you into a thousand pieces!” Griff roared menacingly and charged toward Chen Feng.

Griff’s massive body created a howling sound in the air as he accelerated, and the ground vibrated with his steps, resembling a charging tank.

Chen Feng backed up a few paces, feeling no tension, only a crazed fighting spirit burning in his chest.

“Hundred-Eighth Style: Dark Hook Hand!”

With a loud shout, his right hand flickered rapidly, releasing three Dark Hook Hands that blocked Griff’s forward path.

Azure flames hissed and sputtered on the ground, resembling ghosts and whispering deathly calls. The bluestones cracked under the intense heat of the flames.

“Trivial skill!” Griff sneered, swinging his iron fist. A wave of white, misty Dou Qi enveloped all three balls of Azure Flames. However, instead of extinguishing, the engulfed flames began to grow larger. The three streams of fire suddenly collided, merging into one massive blaze!

“Boom!” A deafening explosion erupted as the flames combined. The layered power of the three flames increased the impact by more than threefold. This single explosion instantly blasted a massive hole in the Hunting Platform.

Chen Feng knew the Dark Hook Hand would be neutralized by the opponent’s Dou Qi, so he used the method he employed when fighting the Qilin—fusing the Azure Flames for an explosion!

This unexpected maneuver succeeded.

“Ah…” Griff was nearly driven mad. Covered in dirt, he leaped out of the hole. Observing his body, the explosion resulting from the fused flames, though powerful, had not caused him substantial harm.

But this chance must not be lost. Chen Feng would never let go of an opportunity to attack. His feet moved like phantoms, instantly appearing before Griff. He pressed his right hand onto the opponent’s neck, driving him down to the ground, followed by a deafening bang that erupted in a large sea of fire.

Two Hundred and Twelfth Style: Harp Moon Shadow!

“Protective Dou Armor!” Griff bellowed, and a white, misty cloud of Dou Qi swept over his body, completely blocking the explosion from the Harp Moon Shadow. Despite being at ground zero, the attack surprisingly caused him no injury.

Once one reaches the Dou Master realm, they can utilize Dou Qi to form a Protective Dou Armor on their skin, greatly enhancing defense.

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