"Halt." Upon hearing those words, Chu Feng stopped mid-stride.
Turning around, he realized it was Zhao Jingang who had spoken. This Divine Body possessor, a seventh-rank Martial King, was publicly challenging Chu Feng.
"Want to compete with me? When you were trapped by the Demon Serpent Beast King earlier, I don't recall you having that kind of courage." Chu Feng sneered coldly. Even though the other party was a seventh-rank Martial King, Chu Feng looked down on him from the bottom of his heart.
Chu Feng couldn't be blamed for this. The blame fell squarely on Zhao Jingang himself.
Why hadn't Zhao Jingang dared to provoke Chu Feng like this when he was trapped by the Demon Serpent Beast King? Instead, he only mustered the nerve to challenge Chu Feng after Chu Feng had saved him?
It was simply because Chu Feng's apparent cultivation was only that of a third-rank Martial King. He figured Chu Feng was easy to push around, so he dared to act this way. If Chu Feng were the same seventh-rank Martial King as him, would he still dare to be so brazen?
Chu Feng despised bullies who picked on the weak while fearing the strong. It didn't matter whether the man was some Divine Body or not — Chu Feng simply couldn't respect him.
"Enough talk. I'm just asking if you dare or not." Zhao Jingang pressed again, his attitude forceful.
"How utterly shameless. Even the Demon Serpent Beast King wasn't Chu Feng's match — what makes you think you're worthy of comparing yourself to him?" Sima Ying said with undisguised contempt.
"Red-hair, shut your mouth. I'm talking to Chu Feng — what business is it of yours?"
"Besides, Chu Feng only beat the Demon Serpent Beast King because of that Spirit World Master from the Asura World. That wasn't his own ability."
"What I'm challenging is Chu Feng, not the Spirit World Master." At this point, Zhao Jingang pointed at Chu Feng once more. "Chu Feng, let's both fight without our Spirit World Masters, using only our own skills. Do you dare or not? If you're a real man, give me a straight answer. Even if you don't dare, I won't laugh at you."
"......" The moment Zhao Jingang said this, everyone was stunned, and then secretly cursed in their minds — this Zhao Jingang was truly without shame.
Chu Feng had defeated the Demon Serpent Beast King with his Spirit World Master. Did that not count as Chu Feng's own ability?
Of course it did. That Spirit World Master belonged to Chu Feng and willingly served him. That was an ability — one others couldn't replicate even if they wanted to.
But here was Zhao Jingang, twisting the truth, insisting the Spirit World Master didn't count as Chu Feng's own power, forbidding its use, and insisting on a one-on-one duel.
This was simply too unfair, because everyone could clearly see that Zhao Jingang was a seventh-rank Martial King while Chu Feng was only a third-rank Martial King. With such a vast gap, how could they possibly fight on equal terms?
"Chu Feng, if you don't dare, just say so. Stop dawdling like a woman."
"Exactly. Are you going to drag this out or what? If you don't dare, just admit it." At this moment, Ben Lei Hu and Qi Yanyu joined in the taunting, seizing the chance to kick Chu Feng while he was down.
"Oh, spare us. Without his Spirit World Master, this Chu Feng is like a dog with no teeth. How could he possibly dare to spar with Junior Brother Zhao?" Even Bai Yunxiao opened his mouth, and his words were even more venomous.
Watching this scene unfold, many present couldn't stand it anymore. Chu Feng had saved them, and rather than showing gratitude, they were attacking him like this — they were the very definition of biting the hand that fed them.
At this moment, the senior elders who admired Chu Feng had their expressions darken even further. Unable to bear it any longer, they were preparing to speak up on Chu Feng's behalf and put a stop to Zhao Jingang and his group's shameless demands.
"Heh..." But just then, Chu Feng let out a calm laugh. Then he raised his gaze, sweeping it one by one over Bai Yunxiao, Tao Xiangyu, Zhao Jingang, Qi Yanyu, Ben Lei Hu, and Wang Jingzhi — all six of them. "It seems none of you are convinced by me, Chu Feng. In that case, why don't you all come at me together?"
"What? You — you want to take on all six of us by yourself?" Hearing Chu Feng's words, not to mention everyone else, even Zhao Jingang and his cohorts, who had been taunting just moments ago, were struck with shock.
Because Chu Feng had truly delivered a thunderbolt from a clear sky — one man against six, and every single one of them outranked him in cultivation. He had to be out of his mind.
"Don't you all look down on me, Chu Feng? Don't you think that without my Spirit World Master, I'm nothing?"
"Don't you all hate me, Chu Feng? You must all be dying to beat me up in front of everyone, aren't you?"