"Who are you?" Chu Feng remained on guard against the man before him.
"No need to be so tense. Considering my status, you should probably call me Senior Brother. As for my name, it's Leng Wuzui." Leng Wuzui said with a smile.
"You're Leng Wuzui? There doesn't seem to be any bad blood between us. Are you trying to stand up for Gong Luyun?" Chu Feng had naturally heard of Leng Wuzui's reputation; he was the only person among the Core Disciples besides himself who possessed Mental Power.
"Oh, well. Truly befitting of someone with Mental Power—you've already figured out my motive for seeking you out?"
"But I'm not standing up for Gong Luyun. That Gong Luyun doesn't have the status to make me act on his behalf. I'm merely clearing an obstacle out of my own way." Leng Wuzui chuckled as he slowly advanced toward Chu Feng.
"How did you know I have Mental Power? Clearing obstacles? You and I have no connection. How could I be an obstacle to you?" Chu Feng stalled for time while backing away, pushing his Mental Power to its absolute limit as he searched for an opportunity to flee.
"That's no longer something you need to know. Besides, I advise you to give up any thought of running. Because in front of me, you simply cannot escape." Leng Wuzui was brimming with confidence.
"That's not necessarily true."
Seeing that his attempt to stall had been seen through, Chu Feng gave up any further delay. As he circulated his Mystic Art, he also unleashed the Void Flight Technique. Spiritual Energy surged through the meridians beneath his feet, and gusts of wind began to rise from under his soles.
With a *whoosh*, Chu Feng drifted past like the wind, fleeing deep into the forest.
"Quite the trick, but unfortunately, your cultivation level is too low." Leng Wuzui smirked coldly. He took a step forward and transformed into a wisp of swift wind himself, chasing after Chu Feng.
To possess such speed, he wasn't using a special movement technique but relying purely on his own cultivation. This nineteen-year-old, the Azure Dragon Sect's second-ranked genius, was already at the ninth level of Yuan Martial—just one step away from breaking into the Xuan Martial realm, putting him on par with Gong Luyun.
"This guy... he's actually this strong." Chu Feng had already pushed the Void Flight Technique to its absolute limit, but not only could he not shake off Leng Wuzui, his opponent was closing in rapidly. The oppressive aura of the ninth level of Yuan Martial was already beginning to suppress his speed.
"Give up. With your current cultivation, no matter how great your talent, you cannot escape from my grasp."
Leng Wuzui pointed a finger at Chu Feng, and a brilliant beam of light shot forth. Its power was so immense that it pierced through several large trees in the blink of an eye, having locked onto Chu Feng's position ahead of time.
"Wanting to kill me won't be that easy." Chu Feng gritted his teeth, his footwork suddenly shifting. The white gust of wind around his feet vanished instantly, replaced by arcs of deep-blue lightning.
These lightning bolts were distinctly different from the Thunder Three Forms Chu Feng knew. They were a deep blue color and moved with incredible speed, like several small lightning snakes circling around his feet, trying to lift his soles off the ground.
*Swish!* Suddenly, Chu Feng's toes tapped the ground, and he shot forward over a dozen meters in an instant. Step after step, his speed was utterly astonishing. Not only did he successfully dodge Leng Wuzui's attack, but he also began fleeing into the distance at this terrifying pace, actually managing to leave Leng Wuzui behind.
"What a mysterious movement technique. This definitely isn't a martial art from our Azure Dragon Sect. Where on earth did this kid get it?" A flash of surprise crossed Leng Wuzui's eyes.
He then changed his own footwork, evolving it into a profound pattern. His speed increased severalfold in an instant, and he caught up to Chu Feng once more. This time, his pursuit was even faster.
"Damn it. I really can't shake him off after all."