As Feng Yi spoke, Jin Ling immediately fell silent, then snapped back angrily, "Fine! I see now. For this final contest, do you truly think you can fight all of us by yourself?"

"What do you mean?"

"Heh heh, I've already made contact. It turns out that out of these more than one hundred participants, over seventy want to unite against you. Just wait until the match; you’ll be in for a real ordeal!" Jin revealed a triumphant smile and turned to leave.

"Trying to leave? Hmph! If you want to cross my Boss, you'll have to get past me first!" Xiao Hu flashed forward, appearing instantly before Jin, blocking her path.

"What? You want to challenge me?" Jin Ling was momentarily stunned.

"That's right!" Xiao Hu clenched his fists. "I'm going to beat you so badly even your own mother won't recognize you!"

"You..."

"I'm going to make you the ugliest woman in the world! Oh, wait, even without a beating, you’re already the ugliest woman in the world!"

"You're asking for death!" Jin Ling roared, and a flash of electric light erupted from her hand, forming a massive spell that instantly shot toward Xiao Hu.

Xiao Hu chuckled, twisting his body. With a whoosh, he darted out of the hall. Jin gritted her teeth and immediately chased after him.

The Earth Dragon Robe, seeing the two leave, hurriedly stretched out a hand and dissolved the magic suspended in the air. Otherwise, if the restaurant exploded, no one would get to eat.

"Let's go. Let's go outside and see!" Chen Feng and the others said, and they followed suit.

He wasn't worried about Xiao Hu taking a loss. Xiao Hu’s cultivation had already reached the Saint Domain, and having devoured a large number of Earth Tiger Clan magic cores, his speed was incomparable. Even if he couldn't defeat Jin Ling, escaping would certainly not be an issue.

When Chen Feng stepped outside, he saw that Xiao Hu and Jin Ling were already surrounded by a crowd. These people cared little for their meal; seeing excitement unfold, they had all rushed out.

"What's happening here?" a faint voice drifted over from the side.

"The Tiger Clan's Jin Ling came here to provoke us, and they got into a fight because she was resentful," Chen Feng said with a smile as he looked at Ling Feng before him.

"Oh?" Ling Feng responded, then immediately looked at Chen Feng anxiously and asked, "Why are you being so..."

"High-profile today, aren't I?" Chen Feng finished her sentence. "It’s not entirely my choice!"

"Who is threatening you?" Ling Feng's eyes immediately flashed with murderous intent.

"Threatening? Heh heh!" Chen Feng smiled, realizing she had misunderstood. But seeing her concern warmed his heart. "No one is threatening me. The Fist Sovereign implored me to do this!"

"The Fist Sovereign?" Ling Feng was puzzled. "He would beg you to do something? What is going on?"

Her words made Chen Feng slightly curious, and he couldn't help but ask, "You don't know the Fist Sovereign?"

"How could I know him!" Ling Feng replied.

Ling Feng had activated her Fire Phoenix bloodline, inheriting the Fire Phoenix's memories. The Fist Sovereign was an artificial god created by the Flame Dragon; the Fire Phoenix should certainly know about him!

Ling Feng seemed to grasp Chen Feng's meaning and asked, "You mean... the Fist Sovereign is someone contemporary with the Fire Phoenix and the Flame Dragon?"

Chen Feng nodded.

Ling Feng explained, "Alas, the bloodline inheritance isn't a one-hundred-percent transfer of memory. It's quite good if even a small portion of memory is passed down. So, even though I activated the Fire Phoenix bloodline, there are many things I am unaware of."

Chen Feng felt a slight surprise, then understood upon reflection. If memories were completely inherited, what would be the difference between that and possessing a god-level soul? In that case, combat power would surely increase by more than a whole tier!

Chen Feng had originally planned to activate the Flame Dragon bloodline to clarify everything, but now he wasn't in a rush.

Chen Feng then recounted the essential points of what the Fist Sovereign had told him. Before he could finish, he heard a chorus of cheers erupting from the crowd ahead.

The two looked up and saw that Xiao Hu and Jin Ling were already locked in a furious battle. Jin Ling had intended to rely on her speed advantage, but she hadn't expected Xiao Hu to be even faster. No matter how she struck, she couldn't even graze a hair on Xiao Hu.

However, the weakness of Wind Magic is that its destructive power isn't overwhelming. Thus, even though Xiao Hu landed many hits on Jin Ling, she wasn't severely wounded.

This state of affairs actually made it seem as if Xiao Hu was just skirmishing and not using his true power, which frustrated her to the point of spitting blood.

There were inherently few places on a girl’s body that could be struck: the face couldn't be hit, the chest couldn't be hit, and the lower body couldn't be hit. But Xiao Hu completely lacked this concept; he struck wherever was convenient. To outsiders, Xiao Hu looked no different from a hooligan, especially since his strikes weren't heavy—it was purely a form of teasing.

After being sneak-attacked on the chest a few times, Jin Ling could finally endure no more. She flipped her wrist, and the Nine Tiger Gauntlets reappeared on her right hand. She unleashed a ferocious punch at the flying Xiao Hu!

The Nine Tiger Gauntlets rank third among the Ten Great Divine Artifacts, their strongest quality being sheer attack power. Xiao Hu felt an immense pressure surge toward him from the incoming blow. Caught off guard, he was struck squarely in the chest by the punch’s wind force, sent tumbling backward until he smashed into a distant stone wall, carving out a large crater.

Seizing the advantage, Jin Ling did not relent. She rushed forward rapidly, increasing her strength again before Xiao Hu could recover, aiming the blow directly at his head.

If that strike had connected, Xiao Hu would surely have died.

Xiao Hu recognized the terrifying power of the punch. In that desperate moment, he didn't have time to...

He immediately crossed his arms over his head and ducked down, looking rather pathetic.

He waited for the punch to land, but it never came. Looking up, he saw Chen Feng suspended in the air before him, his right hand gripping Jin's wrist.

"Alright, enough fooling around!"

"You say stop, and I stop? Who the hell are you to say that!" Jin Ling shrieked, lifting her right foot to kick Chen Feng.

"Hmph!" Chen Feng made no move to block the incoming kick. Instead, he increased the force in his grip and flung her backward.

With a bang, Jin's powerful form was violently thrown outward, crashing heavily against the stone wall. Had he not held back, that single impact could have injured Jin Ling.

"How dare you! Two against one! Bullying a weak woman like me!" Jin Ling struggled out of the stone wall, roaring furiously.

Chen Feng completely ignored her and flew to Xiao Hu’s side. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine! You know how sturdy my body is!" Xiao Hu said smugly.

"Is this how the Dragon Clan bullies others? A fair duel, and you rely on sheer numbers?" Elder Hu Ben had also flown up by now, arriving behind Chen Feng and speaking with indignation.

Chen Feng smiled faintly. "Bullying? Ask clearly before you speak!"

"Hmph, I don't need to ask. Everyone present today can testify. Our Little Princess was engaged in a fair duel with him (Elder Hu Ben pointed at Xiao Hu), and you, Chen Feng, broke that duel, stepped in to help, and injured our Little Princess. What do you call that if not bullying?" Elder Hu Ben declared with outward righteousness.

The greatest taboo in a fair duel is interference from others; otherwise, how can it be called 'fair'?

The fight between Xiao Hu and Jin Ling was purely a clash of tempers. No contract was signed, no notary was present—it didn't fall under the strict definition of a fair duel. Elder Hu Ben deliberately used the word "fair" to incite public sympathy.

As expected, when the surrounding crowd heard the words 'fair duel,' their expressions soured. These people were leaders from various major powers and placed high value on duels. Although Chen Feng had intervened to save someone, he had still sent Jin Ling flying. This violated the principle of fair duels, and naturally, they began to criticize him.

"Hmph, justice speaks for itself! Since our Tiger Clan has fewer people here, you act this way. Do you think your Dragon Clan is invincible now? Do you feel you can look down on everyone here? Today you can bully the Tiger Clan, and tomorrow you might bully the other factions—the Heavenly Snow Demon Territory, the Golden Crow Demon Territory, the Free Cultivators—do you intend to bully all of them?" Elder Hu Ben skillfully shifted the blame, escalating a simple matter to encompass everyone present.

Hearing this, the surrounding crowd became indignant, and they all began to accuse the Dragon Clan of tyranny.

Humans possess a certain psychological trait called envy—they cannot tolerate seeing others enjoy prosperity when they themselves are struggling, but they cannot stand seeing someone eat meat when they are forced to eat chaff. Not only did the Dragon Clan arrive in large numbers, but Chen Feng also dominated the competition, stealing all the limelight. Being at the center of attention naturally drew condemnation from everyone.

Now that the Tiger Clan had taken the lead, they were all willing to follow suit.

Chen Feng observed the expressions on the faces of the crowd and let out a cold snort, fixing his gaze tightly on Elder Hu Ben.

"What? Did I hit a nerve and now you want to strike me? Let me tell you, even though my cultivation isn't high, Hu Ben will never bow to an evil power! Even if I am struck down, there will be other friends to take my place!" Elder Hu Ben surveyed the crowd. "Isn't that right?"

"Yes!" the crowd shouted in unison.

It must be said that Elder Hu Ben had the potential of a politician; he had taken a simple issue and, with his words, made it instantly and infinitely complicated.

"What happened here?" A voice came from the back of the crowd. People quickly cleared a path as the Fist Sovereign arrived after hearing the news.

"Lord Fist Sovereign, we hear you are just and fair. We admire your strength. Please grant justice to our Tiger Clan!" Elder Hu Ben was the first to speak, putting a grand label on the Fist Sovereign.

"What is going on?" The Fist Sovereign ignored the tactic completely.

"The Dragon Clan members arranged a fair duel with our Little Princess. Before the fight concluded, Chen Feng saw his own side was losing strength, so he jumped in to help and injured our Little Princess. This blatant disregard for the sanctity of a fair duel—we ask the Fist Sovereign to uphold justice for us!" Elder Hu Ben wore an expression of grievance; if one didn't know the truth, they might actually be deceived by his act.

But what kind of person was the Fist Sovereign? How could he be swayed by just one side’s story? He turned to Chen Feng. "Is that true?"

"I never said this was a fair duel!" Xiao Hu quickly interjected. "That woman attacked me first, so I was forced to fight back! And Boss wasn't helping; he was saving me, or I would have been beaten to death by her!"

"There are so many people here who witnessed it! Don't try to argue your way out!" Elder Hu Ben loudly retorted.

"Argue?" Chen Feng stared coldly at Hu Ben. "Say that again?"

"What? You dare lay a hand on me with the Fist Sovereign here?" Elder Hu Ben shouted, seeing the cold look in Chen Feng's eyes.

The words had barely left his mouth when a shadow flashed past, and a hand clamped down on his throat: "You think I wouldn't dare to act?" (To be continued; for the rest of the story, please log on to m for more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!)