"Uncle Fang?" The young clan leader's eyes immediately lit up with surprise at the sight of the man appearing.

Uncle Fang was an absolute martial arts fanatic, holding the reputation of the foremost expert in the Duolun Clan. His cultivation was profound, yet his temper was fiery. It seemed his father hadn't trusted him and his sister alone and had secretly invited Uncle Fang to follow them, ensuring he remained undetected until Yu Jiao was captured, which prompted his inevitable appearance.

Though Uncle Fang's cultivation was high, he was an obstinate man who acted only according to his own will. The fact that his father managed to secure his presence suggested he had paid quite a steep price.

Chen Feng, hearing the roar that sounded like a clanging bell and drum, turned his head to see a middle-aged man with grizzled, white-streaked whiskers fly directly towards him.

"I have no intention of fighting a junior!" Uncle Fang declared with an air of aged authority. "Release my niece, and I will allow you to leave safely!"

Chen Feng held such self-important people in utter disdain, casting a cold glance at him: "You are... what exactly are you?"

"I am..." Uncle Fang was instantly consumed by a raging fire of fury. His already somewhat dark face grew even darker, and he bellowed with a voice like a ruptured drum: "I am not 'what'! My name is Fang Neizuo, and everyone calls me Uncle Fang!"

"Fang Neizuo? That name is quite... licentious!" Chen Feng shook his head and remarked, "I don't care if you're Fang Neizuo or having an outdoor affair; I need to leave. I have no time for idle chatter with you!" With that, he turned and started walking forward.

"You are courting death!" Fang Neizuo roared, his white beard trembling wildly with anger. With a grand sweep of his hand, an energy wall immediately manifested before Chen Feng: "Since you are a junior, I will grant you three moves. If you are not dead within those three moves, I will let you go safely!"

"Allow me?" Chen Feng smiled faintly.

He had encountered masters acting like overlords before, but never one so arrogant. Had he fought Fang with Yu Jiao in tow, securing a victory might have been difficult, and a series of successive battles afterward would have been disastrous!

Hearing this "old master" offer him three free hits was exactly what he wished for.

However, merely being allowed three moves wouldn't solve the problem entirely; he needed to add a little more potent medicine!

With this thought, Chen Feng smiled and said, "You want to let me? Forget it. You are so old; I might accidentally injure you, giving your descendants an excuse to stop me!"

"Nonsense!" Fang Neizuo roared back. "Am I someone who goes back on his word? Besides, with the little attack power you possess, do you think you can injure me? I won't hide it from you; I watched your previous fight. Your level of cultivation isn't enough to even scratch my teeth!"

Chen Feng's heart leaped when he heard that this man had watched his prior combat. If this fellow wasn't boasting, he might actually possess some genuine skill!

Anyone who could control the elemental forces of space and transform them into their own strength could be called a peak Saint Realm expert. However, the difference between a newly ascended peak Saint Realm expert and one who had been at that level for decades was vast—it was like comparing a single drop of water to the entire ocean; both are called water, but can one drop be equated to the ocean's entirety?

Thus, among those at the peak Saint Realm, the disparity in strength could range from double, tenfold, to a hundredfold. It was like how the Great Elder Long Yi of the Dragon Domain was a peak Saint Realm expert, and so was Kormoz, the Vice-Leader of the Heretic Demon Territory, yet the Great Elder could crush Kormoz with a single finger!

This was the gap between peak Saint Realm experts.

Since awakening, Chen Feng had been unable to utilize his full cultivation. Although he knew he could currently slay a peak Saint Realm expert, he wasn't entirely certain if he could successfully take down this Fang Neizuo! Moreover, with his soul power recovered to less than twenty percent, he couldn't unleash his full capabilities; in a real fight, he would be the one disadvantaged.

"Then... what if you cannot withstand my three moves and are defeated?"

"Defeated? More nonsense, pure nonsense! Can I be defeated?" Fang Neizuo snarled.

Chen Feng continued, "I am asking hypothetically: if I win, will there be any other Fang Neizuo or **zuo waiting to intercept me besides you?"

Chen Feng knew that while Fang Neizuo was short-tempered, he lacked cunning, so he asked somewhat playfully.

"What bizarre nonsense are you spouting? It’s just me. If I am defeated, no one will dare to stop you further. If anyone dares interfere, I'll smash their head in! Besides, what you suggest is absolutely impossible; I absolutely cannot fail!" Fang Neizuo proclaimed loudly.

Chen Feng had been waiting for this exact statement. He chuckled, turned Yu Jiao over, and slung her over his back. A large tear, caused by the earlier black-clad figure, gaped open in the back of her clothing, revealing smooth, fair skin. Chen Feng found a tattered piece of cloth to cover the exposed area on her back and then secured her to his waist.

Even while preparing to spar with Fang Neizuo, he needed to hold onto this trump card; if she were snatched away by the opponent, he would truly be finished!

Yu Jiao was currently unconscious, her entire body limp like a ball of cotton, allowing him free rein.

"You let me have three moves—do I hit you while you stand still without dodging, or do I hit you and you don't counterattack?" Chen Feng inquired.

"Stand still without dodging while you hit me? Or not counterattack? What's the difference?" Fang Neizuo bellowed. "Alright, I won't bully a junior. I will stand still and let you hit me! But after three moves, I will counterattack. If you lose then, you release my niece and come with me to the clan to accept punishment!"

Chen Feng inhaled sharply, his expression tightening, and shouted, "Begin!" His power surged, rushing straight forward.

Fang Neizuo’s expression remained unchanged, seemingly unconcerned by Chen Feng's attack. He drew a circle around his body with his right hand, and a smooth energy shield instantly formed around his form. His promise to stand still meant remaining within this energy shield!

Chen Feng hesitated not at all, launching a punch with the force of ten thousand mountains toward the energy shield!

"Absolute Domain, 90%, Form 114: Savage Bite!" Chen Feng chanted silently.

Bang!

A massive sound echoed, yet although the noise was loud, the opponent's energy shield remained as solid as bedrock, showing no sign of change.

Chen Feng immediately displayed an expression of shock, gritting his teeth as he declared fiercely, "How is this possible? This is already my maximum strength!"

Watching the teeth-grinding Chen Feng, Fang Neizuo raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying, "How about that? I told you your little attacks are child's play to me!"

"I don't believe it!" Chen Feng’s face was filled with indignation, but in the moment he turned his head, a sly, cunning smile flickered in his eyes!

Seeing Chen Feng cry out his disbelief, Fang Neizuo grew even more complacent. He puffed out his chest and declared, "If you don't believe it, try again! I can even let you bring a weapon!"

"A weapon?" Chen Feng let out a cold laugh. This man was truly asking for death. How could he blame me!

Thinking this, Chen Feng took out the Dark Gold Iron, shaped it into gauntlets, and put them on his hands. He turned back and said, "Alright, the second punch!" This time, he didn't use Savage Bite; instead, he used Ralf’s Cosmic Phantom!

This technique, which Chen Feng once used against Orochi, shared the same root of Dark Power. Therefore, Chen Feng naturally possessed Dark Power within him!

The purpose of continuously using the power of the Absolute Domain on Fang Neizuo's shield was to first familiarize himself with the shield’s structure before shattering it in one decisive blow!

However, utilizing the Dark Power to execute Ralf’s Cosmic Phantom was an application never before seen, even in the history of the King of Fighters series.

"You’re using that move again? Can't you change it? If that didn't work before, it certainly won't work this time!" Fang Neizuo's boisterous voice drifted from within the energy shield. Seeing Chen Feng strike the same stance, he couldn't help but remark.

Chen Feng ignored his words completely, pouring the maximum power his soul force could muster into his right fist.

"Aaargh..." He let out a great roar, his body rapidly rotating halfway around, and a torrent of immense, unparalleled power smashed towards the energy shield!

"Sigh, so little potential. I told you it wouldn't work, yet you insist on using..." Fang Neizuo mocked, but halfway through his sentence, his pupils contracted sharply. He immediately sensed an overwhelming, supreme momentum of heaven and earth sweeping towards him like a violent storm!

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