Chapter 435: Chapter 433: Eerie Martial Arts

Duanmu Lei’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. Turning his head, he saw the speaker was the young man who hadn’t left earlier, and a malicious grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“It’s so boring anyway. You go and entertain him; teach him a lesson,” Duanmu Lei mumbled, transmitting his words to the small-eyed martial artist.

Hearing this, the small-eyed martial artist revealed a cold smile. Flexing his fist, he rose from his seat, his gaze icy as he looked at Luo Feng, “Kid, do you dare to repeat what you just said?”

Luo Feng remained seated, quietly savoring the fine wine in his cup. He responded indifferently, “Such a chatterbox.”

HISS!

The tavern filled with drawn-out intakes of breath as nearby martial artists stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Was the young man before them actually challenging one of Duanmu Lei’s men publicly?

BANG!

The small-eyed martial artist glared sullenly. Waving his hand, the wine cup on the table instantly shot towards Luo Feng with a screeching sound.

WHOOSH!

The cup shot out at an unbelievable speed, leaving only a streak of white light behind.

Luo Feng, without turning his head, caught the cup with a casual sweep of his hand. The once-threatening wine cup now lay quietly in his palm, not a single drop of wine spilled.

“What… an incredible skill.”

The surrounding martial artists stared in awe at the wine cup in Luo Feng’s hand.

Catching the wine cup wasn’t particularly difficult, but to do so without spilling a drop was beyond the ability of most.

“Seems like this young man’s strength isn’t weak. No wonder he was so arrogant; he didn’t even bow his head in front of the Duanmu Family’s people,” many people detected something unusual, and their minds raced.

However, most people simply shook their heads at Luo Feng. No matter how strong he was, how could he be a match for Duanmu Lei, let alone when facing so many opponents by himself?

“Here’s your cup back.”

Luo Feng caught the wine cup. With a flick of his finger, he sent it hurtling back along its original path towards the small-eyed martial artist, but even faster this time, creating a visible wake in the air.

The small-eyed martial artist sneered, reaching out to catch the wine cup.

However, at that moment, an unexpected event occurred.

BANG!

The wine cup, grasped by the small-eyed martial artist, suddenly burst apart. Luo Feng had infused it with his Gang Qi when he threw it.

“Ah!”

The small-eyed martial artist screamed. His right hand hung limply at his side, dripping blood from cuts made by the cup fragments. He looked utterly miserable.

Seeing this, the people nearby suppressed the laughter welling up inside them. Duanmu Lei and his group had been so arrogant earlier; seeing one of them suffer like this, these martial artists felt a sense of exhilaration.

“You dare ambush me? You’re courting death!”

The small-eyed martial artist was in so much pain he grimaced, his small eyes bursting with an intimidating chill. His aura flared instantly, his arms seeming to erupt with flame-like, dense Yuan Qi as he lunged at Luo Feng with a palm strike.

Luo Feng remained seated and casually threw a punch to meet the attack.

BOOM!

The loud noise caused nearby tables and chairs to collapse from the impact, eliciting cries of alarm.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP…

Luo Feng remained seated silently in his original spot, while the small-eyed martial artist stumbled backward more than ten steps, barely stopping after crashing into and collapsing a pillar.

“What’s going on!”

Seeing this, the surrounding martial artists looked astonished. The small-eyed martial artist, though not as strong as Duanmu Lei, was an Eighth Stage Hell Realm martial artist. To think he was actually knocked back by this masked youth!

Duanmu Lei frowned slightly, his sharp gaze fell on Luo Feng, but he still didn’t rise from his seat. Instead, he spoke to the three men beside him in a low voice, “You three go as well.”

“This masked youth may have some strength, but he’s not worthy of me making a move yet.”

“Yes!”

Three martial artists in green robes abruptly stood up, joining the small-eyed martial artist.

“This kid isn’t simple; be careful,” the small-eyed martial artist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his small eyes fixed intently on Luo Feng.

The three green-robed martial artists chuckled. “With the four of us working together, even a Ninth Stage Heavenly Court Realm martial artist would have to retreat. Why should we fear him?”

“Well, that’s true.”

The corners of the small-eyed martial artist’s mouth twisted into a ferocious grin. He roared, “Attack!”

“Mad Mountain Fist!”

“Bone-Shattering Wind Leg!”

“Extreme Flame Palm!”

…

The eyes of the four green-robed martial artists were icy as they each unleashed their signature skills.

For a moment, the entire second floor of the tavern was filled with turbulent energies. The four green-robed martial artists held nothing back; if these attacks landed, they would cause severe injuries, if not death.

Luo Feng knew this could no longer be resolved peacefully. His eyes flashed, and he increased his power to fifty percent, throwing a punch and retracting it in an instant.

BOOM!

It was like a thunderclap out of a clear sky; the air in the entire tavern vibrated intensely.

“Ah!”

The four green-robed martial artists felt an irresistible force slam into them. Before they could even understand what was happening, they were all sent flying backward, vomiting blood and landing in a disheveled heap.

“What!”

The nearby martial artists gasped in shock. To defeat their combined attack with a single punch meant this masked youth was undoubtedly a Ninth Stage Heavenly Court Realm master!

“Who is this person? Such impressive strength.” Murmurs of speculation rippled through the crowd as they tried to deduce the identity of the mysterious masked youth.

“Young Master.”

The few green-robed martial artists struggled up from the ground, cast a fearful glance at Luo Feng, and backed away behind Duanmu Lei.

“You are no match for him. Stand down.”

Duanmu Lei waved his hand dismissively and turned his piercing gaze to Luo Feng. His cold and forceful voice echoed in the tavern. “Who are you? You dare to injure my men, yet you don’t dare to remove your mask?”

“On the True Martial Continent, strength is paramount. If you want to remove my mask, why don’t you try it yourself? Or do you believe that being a member of the Duanmu Family gives you the right to do as you please?”

Luo Feng remained seated, his voice calm yet filled with unconcealable contempt.

Duanmu Lei’s face tightened, his gaze darkening like water. He clearly heard the mockery in Luo Feng’s words, the insinuation that he, Duanmu Lei, was not his opponent. His lips twitched violently. In all his life, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this!

The nearby martial artists, sensing the palpable tension, held their breath.

This masked youth is actually going to fight Duanmu Lei!

“How arrogant! Since you’ve said as much, I will personally remove your mask today! I hope you won’t regret it then!”

Duanmu Lei laughed, his fury evident. With each word he uttered, his aura surged, until the very air around him seemed to twist under the immense, overwhelming pressure.

“He’s so powerful! I can’t even withstand his aura alone! This Duanmu Lei truly lives up to his reputation. He’s the one who killed Leng Yuanluo, the Lone Spear!”

The martial artists in the tavern paled, shocked by Duanmu Lei’s strength. They believed the outcome of this duel was already decided.

HUM!

Duanmu Lei took a step forward. His movement seemed to ripple through the air, which twisted violently around him, forming wave-like impacts that surged towards Luo Feng.

CRACKLE! POP!

The window behind Luo Feng shattered, and cracks as thick as an arm snaked across the wall like grotesque pythons.

The disturbance Duanmu Lei created was astonishing. Yet, Luo Feng remained as steadfast as a boulder, still seated, seemingly protected by an invisible force. Not even a wrinkle appeared on his clothes.

“He actually withstood Duanmu Lei’s oppressive aura! Could it be that he truly has the strength to fight Duanmu Lei?”

The mere aftershocks of Duanmu Lei’s aura had made them tremble with fear. Yet this youth, directly confronting him, remained so composed. It was simply incredible.

“Hmph, you do have some skill. But to think you can stop me with just that? Dream on!”

Duanmu Lei snorted coldly, a deadly glint flashing deep within his icy eyes. He raised his hand, palm straightened like a blade, and slashed through the air towards Luo Feng.

Everyone stared, their eyes wide and fixed on Duanmu Lei’s palm. Strangely, nothing seemed to happen.

Just as confusion spread through the crowd, Luo Feng, who had been motionless, suddenly rose. Under their astonished gazes, he flashed to the side, about ten feet away.

CRACK!

The moment Luo Feng moved, a sharp cracking sound echoed. The table where he had just been sitting suddenly split in two, the break perfectly clean, as if sliced by a razor-sharp blade.

“What just happened?!”

The nearby martial artists rubbed their eyes in disbelief. They had seen Duanmu Lei strike towards Luo Feng, yet the table in front of him had been cleaved from behind! It was incredibly bizarre.

“What a peculiar attack,” Luo Feng thought, his brow furrowed. “If not for my powerful Soul Power sensing something amiss from behind, I would have ended up like that table.”

“That lone traveler, Leng Yuan, was probably killed by this very move.” Luo Feng stared at Duanmu Lei, his eyes flickering slightly.

Seeing Luo Feng evade his attack, Duanmu Lei’s brow twitched, but he quickly hid it with a cold sneer. “Not bad. You actually dodged my strike. However, there won’t be a second time.”

“That remains to be seen,” Luo Feng replied indifferently, further fueling the killing intent in Duanmu Lei’s eyes.

“Die!” Duanmu Lei growled, his right palm slashing downwards viciously.

In an instant, the space on the entire second floor of the tavern began to tremble slightly, as if something was about to erupt.

“It’s coming again!”

Luo Feng felt killing intent lock onto him from all directions. Though invisible, it was palpably real. And this time, it wasn’t just one, but five distinct sources!

Sensing the direction of the killing intent, Luo Feng’s figure flickered, and he shot away at extreme speed.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Piercing whistles cut through the air as it twisted violently. Transparent blade lights appeared out of nowhere, narrowly missing Luo Feng, and carved deep slash marks into the floor and walls.

“What terrifying attacks! What in the world are they?”

The surrounding martial artists watched, their hearts pounding with fear. They had no idea how these blade lights appeared. That Luo Feng could evade such bizarre attacks filled them with utter admiration.

“Damn it!”

Duanmu Lei’s eyes turned bloodshot, nearly bursting from their sockets with fury, as he saw Luo Feng still standing there unscathed.

The martial art he cultivated, the Shadowless Splitting Slash, was an ancient technique long lost to the world. His father, an elder of the Sky Sword Pavilion, had secretly given it to him to practice.

Ever since he had mastered it, Duanmu Lei had always been victorious with a single strike in his duels, without exception. His encounter with Leng Yuan, the Lone Spear, had been no different.

He had never imagined that today, he would miss repeatedly!

“Let’s see how long you can keep dodging!” Duanmu Lei gritted his teeth, his aura surging to its peak. “Chasing Wind Shadowless—Slash!”

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!…

Countless invisible blade lights materialized, like a torrential storm, carrying sharp Qi Force as they converged on Luo Feng from all directions, seemingly without end!

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