“A first-rank martial art, the Hundred Arm Fist, has already been cultivated to perfection!”
An uproar filled the hall; anyone with keen eyes could see that Chu Zhen was employing a martial art.
Although the Hundred Arm Fist is merely a first-rank martial art, if cultivated to perfection it becomes incredibly powerful.
Among peers of the same level, without a corresponding martial art to counter it, defeat is certain, so everyone knows Chu Feng is doomed to lose.
Chu Yue frowned, stepping forward two paces in secret, hoping to prevent Chu Zhen from launching a sneak attack.
“Chu Yue, watching the fight you must not interfere—you surely know this rule.”
But just then, a voice sounded in her ear; turning her head, she saw Chu Cheng smiling as he stared at Chu Yue.
Chu Yue silently cursed her misfortune; she never expected Chu Cheng to be so despicable, secretly watching her.
The more this happened, the clearer it became that the two brothers would not let Chu Feng off easily, which only heightened her worry.
Swish swish swish
A barrage of fist shadows nearly blocked Chu Feng's vision, accompanied by the sound of tearing wind as they surged toward him.
Chu Feng could feel that Chu Zhen's punch force was extraordinary, pulling no punches, showing he was truly ruthless.
Yet Chu Feng showed no fear, standing his ground without dodging, waiting for the attack to arrive.
“Is Chu Feng an idiot? Why isn’t he dodging?”
“He probably wants to dodge, but can he? Given his skill, he likely hasn’t even reacted yet.”
“That’s true enough; he’s been a waste in the outer sect for five years.”
Seeing Chu Feng not dodge, the crowd assumed he’d been frightened stupid by Chu Zhen’s might, their faces breaking into smug smiles.
Whoosh
But just as Chu Zhen closed in, Chu Feng flung his wide sleeve outward, and a powerful aura burst forth from within him.
That aura washed over him, instantly startling Chu Zhen, for within it he sensed killing intent.
Swish
In the moment Chu Zhen staggered, Chu Feng lashed out with a palm so fast that before anyone could react, it slammed into Chu Zhen’s chest.
With a “bang,” the palm struck; Chu Zhen instantly felt his qi and blood surge, a sharp pain radiating from his chest.
Swish swish swish—before he could even think, Chu Feng unleashed a flurry of palms, each one finding its mark.
“Waaah,” Chu Zhen cried out, his legs giving way as he dropped to his knees before Chu Feng, then collapsed helplessly to the ground.
This.....
The onlookers stared, mouths agape, for they could never have imagined Chu Feng possessing such explosive power.
What they didn’t realize was that this was Chu Feng holding back; otherwise, a single strike would have been enough to beat Chu Zhen to death.
“Are you a Fourth‑Level Spirit Martialist?” Chu Wei exclaimed, his eyes locked on Chu Feng, filled with shock.
“What? Fourth‑Level Spirit Martial?”
Once Chu Wei spoke, everyone finally grasped that defeating a Third‑Level Spirit Martialist without martial arts requires the strength of a Fourth‑Level Spirit Martialist.
But when the term “Fourth‑Level Spirit Martialist” was linked to Chu Feng, they found it hard to believe, difficult to accept.
Not only them, even Chu Yue’s eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, her face filled with astonishment.