Elder Ben never expected Chen Feng to move so quickly; the Xuanhu Clan didn't even have time to dodge him. <> "You dare lay a hand on me...

so many people have witnessed the shameful deeds of your Dragon Clan... if you dare strike, they will all attack and kill you..." Elder Hu Ben said fiercely.

"Threatening me? Heh, I've never feared threats.

If any of them dare step forward, I won't mind killing a few more!" Chen Feng's calm voice carried a fierce killing intent. The crowd, who had been shouting condemnation, all sucked in a sharp breath upon hearing this and collectively retreated several steps.

"You... if you touch me, our Lord Hu Shen will never let you off!" Seeing that he couldn't rely on the surrounding people, Hu Ben cried out in panic.

"Do you think that if I don't touch you, the Xuanhu won't come after me?" Chen Feng chuckled, then swung his arm down violently. Elder Hu Ben immediately flew away like a broken kite, smashing straight into a nearby stone wall, carving out a pit dozens of meters wide.

"Cough, cough, fine, our Hu Clan will remember this enmity..." Elder Hu Ben shouted as he flew out of the pit. He looked utterly miserable—his clothes were riddled with holes torn by the rocks, and mud mixed with sweat made his face pitch black.

"Remember enmity? Remember what?

We are having a fair duel, accidental injuries are unavoidable! Didn't you just say that?" Chen Feng sneered, reappearing before Elder Hu Ben.

Hu Ben flinched, trying to dodge, but found a fist growing larger and larger, while his own body felt as if it were bound, completely unable to move. "Bang!" Hu felt as if his face had become a painter's palette.

There were patches of red, green, and yellow. Stars danced wildly in his mind.

With a loud "Waaah," he spat out three large teeth. "Since I've gone to the trouble of injuring you once, perhaps I should 'accidentally' injure you some more," Chen Feng sneered, suddenly asking, "Is this a fair duel, or not?" "It's a load of..." Hu Ben hadn't finished before his vision went dark again.

A deafening, continuous roar filled his ears, like millions of bees buzzing at once. He opened his mouth again and spat out seven or eight more teeth.

"Then why does it feel like a fair duel to me?" Chen Feng said calmly. Hu Ben wanted to argue otherwise, but locking eyes with Chen Feng's icy gaze, he immediately swallowed the words forming on his lips.

He knew better than to press the point; he clearly couldn't win right now, and arguing further would only lead to worse consequences... "Bang!" "Ah..." Just as Elder Hu Ben was contemplating how to concede gracefully, his vision darkened again.

His lower abdomen felt as if it had been struck by a sledgehammer, causing his intestines to spasm with pain. He threw up the dinner he'd eaten the night before.

"I... I didn't say anything, why did you hit me again?" "Oh, in a fair duel, no one is allowed to call for help unless they are losing—that was also one of your conditions.

But don't worry, I won't call anyone for help either. Even though you are older with higher cultivation and more experience, and I am younger with lower cultivation, my body is quite sturdy and can endure.

And I won't seek assistance. If I truly can't bear it, I will ask to surrender!" Chen Feng said mildly, then lifted his foot and kicked.

"You're the one hitting me, so of course you can endure... I can't endure this..." Hearing Chen Feng’s words, Elder Hu Ben nearly died of anger on the spot.

He deeply regretted saying those things, but how could he be beaten so horribly? "F-fine...

I surrender!" he said urgently. "Surrender?

Not so easily. I was originally planning to let you go if you surrendered, but you insisted this wasn't a 'fair duel.' Ah, I have no choice but to reluctantly continue..." Chen Feng said, landing another punch.

"Ah..." Elder Hu Ben suppressed the pain racking his body and quickly said, "It is a fair duel, it is a fair duel!" "Oh? I asked you if it was 'a fair duel,' and you replied 'it's a load of crap'… your attitude was quite clear.

How could I possibly go back on my word now? I am a very reasonable person, I never bully people..." Chen Feng asked, feigning confusion, raising his fist again.

"N-no, it's not 'a load of crap'!" Hu Ben shouted out in a panic, not even realizing how incoherent it sounded. The moment the words left his mouth, he realized his mistake, but it was too late to regret it; he felt a sharp blow to his stomach, taking another punch from Chen Feng.

Chen Feng threw these few punches with incredible precision—enough to cause agonizing pain, but not enough to knock him unconscious. Hu Ben could endure no more and quickly exclaimed, "It is...

a fair duel, the fairest duel... in the entire world!" "Is that so?

Then what about the duel between Little Hu and your little princess earlier..." Chen Feng asked, still pretending to be puzzled. "It was also fair..." Hu Ben started, then immediately realized he misspoke, quickly correcting himself: "It was me deliberately stirring up trouble.

It was the little princess who harbored murderous intent, and your action was righteous—a good deed! If you hadn't intervened, I probably would have struck then..." "Speak up!

So many people are watching you; you need to explain it clearly!" Elder Hu Ben glared hatefully at Chen Feng, then turned to the surrounding crowd and repeated everything. After listening to him finish, Chen Feng chuckled, finally releasing him, and said, "Scram!" Hu Ben didn't dare linger, grabbing Jin Ling and flying away instantly.

Silence descended upon the crowd, everyone staring blankly at Chen Feng. To be this arrogant here was terrifying.

"Lord Fist Emperor, those were just minor misunderstandings, and they have been clarified now. What do you think..." Chen Feng said to the Fist Emperor standing nearby.

"Oh, it's good that it's clarified. The Hu Clan was indeed wronging the Dragon Clan and deserved a lesson!

On my Fist Emperor Island, oppression and bullying must be eliminated!" the Fist Emperor declared loudly. "..." The crowd.

Who exactly was oppressing whom? Everyone was shocked that the Fist Emperor sided with Chen Feng.

Hearing this, a single thought formed in their minds: do not make enemies of the Dragon Clan, or else... even Immortals couldn't save you!

"Little brat, why did you assume I wouldn't make things difficult for you?" Once the crowd dispersed, the Fist Emperor secretly transmitted his voice to Chen Feng. "Make things difficult for me?" Chen Feng smiled faintly: "Since you are an artificial god created by Senior Yan Long, you must have disliked the Hu Domain for a long time, right?

I am merely venting anger on your behalf; you should be grateful to me!" "You..." The Fist Emperor shook his head, looking somewhat helpless. This youth, while cold, carried a trace of cunning that was impossible to decipher.

"Enough, let's leave it at that. You don't need to thank me," Chen Feng said generously, seeing the other man remain silent.

The Fist Emperor glanced at him with resignation, shook his head, and with a flash of his body, reappeared hundreds of meters away, his voice drifting back: "Gather tonight... but make sure you perform beautifully in this afternoon's competition!" "Leaving tonight?" Chen Feng hadn't expected the Fist Emperor to be more impatient than him.

"The Icebound Demon Garden? The Luoqi Empire?

Heh, His Majesty of the Luoqi Empire still owes me a debt from five years ago; this is a good chance to press him," Chen Feng sneered, feeling an indescribable sense of exhilaration. Of course, while he sought repayment from others, others were likely hoping he would repay his debts too.

That 'old undying' from the Luoqi Empire had collected faith power for so many years, only to have the Faith Crystal lost to Chen Feng—he was probably thinking about him intensely right now... .....................................................

The competition, similar to the Death Race, proceeded as scheduled. This time, several groups were being transported simultaneously.

Ling Feng knew Chen Feng stood out conspicuously, so regardless of the crowd's opinions, she walked directly up to him. Knowing she was worried, Chen Feng nodded and gently took her delicate hand.

Ling Feng trembled slightly, a blush spreading across her face; she tried to speak but found herself unable to utter a word. "Thank you," Chen Feng said.

With a flash of light, the magic array began the teleportation. Chen Feng felt a brief jolt, but this time both his and Ling Feng's cultivation levels were higher, allowing them to quickly stabilize their forms and instantly appear on a strange, small island.

Standing still, holding Ling Feng's soft, delicate hand, both of them recalled that time during the Death Race when Chen Feng had kissed her—that was when Ling Feng had finally resolved to stay with him. The past flashed by, time flowing swiftly; more than two years had passed.

Last time it was to test for the Ling Shi rank, but this time it was the Five-All Competition. In those two-plus years, both their cultivations had undergone qualitative changes, incomparable to before.

Looking at the beautiful woman before him, whose beauty was breathtaking, Chen Feng inexplicably felt a pang of guilt. He had promised to take good care of Ling Feng, but what had he done?

He had only made her worry constantly, even following him into the Natural Realm! What had he given her?

Not flowery words, not even much genuine concern! What did a devoted woman need most?

Not wealth, not fine clothes, and certainly not necklaces, but a sweet greeting, a moment of quiet care—even if it were a lie, it would keep her elated for a long time. Yet, besides cultivating and fighting, he had completely neglected this matter!

"I'm sorry," Chen Feng said. "Why would you say that?" Ling Feng asked.

"I... I haven't taken good care of you, and I've let you worry about me continuously," Chen Feng admitted.

Ling Feng gently covered Chen Feng's mouth, her eyes filled with tenderness: "I am willing to." There were no solemn vows, no honeyed words, yet the deep affection contained within was indescribable. Chen Feng's heart fluttered, and he couldn't help but pull her close into his embrace.

Feeling Ling Feng's soft, delicate body against him, Chen Feng's emotions gradually melted; he genuinely wished to remain like this forever, unwilling to let go for even a second. "The Seven God Temples are very dangerous; you must not act impulsively out of loyalty again!" Ling Feng suddenly looked up and said, knowing Chen Feng’s sometimes volatile nature, how he acted on impulse, and realizing that the place would likely be fraught with peril.

"Mm," Chen Feng nodded, looking at the concern in the beautiful woman's eyes, feeling the deep affection flow between them. His heart stirred, and he couldn't resist leaning in to kiss Ling Feng's red lips.

Ling Feng closed her eyes slightly, trembling nervously, her body growing soft and pliant.