And after sensing Jian Wuqing's gaze, Chu Feng gave him a meaningful look.
Upon seeing Chu Feng's expression, Jian Wuqing had confirmed his guess — Chu Feng truly was not afraid of
And indeed, Chu Feng was not afraid of Ren Xiaoyao. Though he currently had no martial power, no cultivation, and was as fragile as an ordinary person in body, he had spent so many years cultivating that his fundamental combat instincts remained intact. Chu Feng had always been renowned for his prowess in close-quarters combat — bare-handed fighting was very much his forte.
The reason was simple: when martial cultivators clashed, they typically led with oppressive auras, followed by martial power, competing through techniques and martial arts. Opportunities for close-quarters engagement were rare, and even when they did get close, they relied on weapons and applied specialized techniques to settle the score. True bare-handed brawls were practically nonexistent.
But now, he finally had a chance to show what he could do in a bare-knuckle fight.
"Brother Chu Feng, these are the rules of the game. If I want to win, I have to eliminate you. Don't blame me for this."
Ren Xiaoyao cracked his knuckles with a series of pops and grinned as he sauntered toward Chu Feng.
"Rules of the game — of course I won't blame you. However… don't blame me either," Chu Feng said.
"What?" At these words, Ren Xiaoyao was completely thrown.
Don't blame me?
What did that mean?
Was Chu Feng actually planning to make a move on him?
Whoosh—
While Ren Xiaoyao was still frozen in confusion, Chu Feng lunged forward in a single explosive step, closing the distance with terrifying speed. In the span of a blink, he had already arrived right in front of Ren Xiaoyao.
And his fist came right along with him, whistling through the air as it drove straight toward Ren Xiaoyao's face.
"You—?!"
Ren Xiaoyao's eyes went wide in shock. He realized with alarm that Chu Feng's speed was far too fast — it was nothing like that of an ordinary, untrained person. This attack was entirely beyond his expectations, catching him completely off guard.
But Ren Xiaoyao was someone who dared to seek trouble with Chu Feng, which meant he was no ordinary person either.
He planted his foot and shifted sideways, attempting to dodge the punch with a sidestep.
However, Chu Feng was a step faster, and Ren Xiaoyao was a beat too slow. The punch connected squarely, and Ren Xiaoyao could not evade it.
With a sharp crack, Ren Xiaoyao let out a miserable scream as Chu Feng's fist sent him flying a full five meters through the air before he crashed hard to the ground.
The moment he landed, blood was streaming from both his nose and mouth. He opened his jaw and three of his front teeth clattered out.
"You bastard!"
Ren Xiaoyao flew into a furious rage and scrambled to his feet, intent on teaching Chu Feng a lesson.
But Chu Feng was already upon him. He raised his leg and delivered a vicious kick that slammed squarely into Ren Xiaoyao's face.
Ren Xiaoyao had barely gotten up before he let out another scream, sent sprawling to the ground once more.
Then Chu Feng simply straddled Ren Xiaoyao's body and began raining down a barrage of savage punches right into his bloody face.
Ren Xiaoyao now had the body of an ordinary man — there was no way he could withstand this kind of beating. Screams of agony poured out of him one after another, his wails growing more pitiful by the second, until he was even begging for mercy, hoping Chu Feng would let him off.
But Chu Feng had no intention of letting him go. Not only did his blows grow harder and harder, but he kept muttering under his breath the entire time.
"Brother Xiaoyao, you really can't blame me. These are the rules of the game — I have no choice, you know."
On one hand, Chu Feng cheerfully explained himself to Ren Xiaoyao; on the other, his fists continued to hammer mercilessly into that bloodied face.
And the onlookers standing not far away had been rendered completely slack-jawed.
They could hardly believe how savage Chu Feng was. They were all ordinary people — so how did he still possess such overwhelming combat ability?
But just as everyone was still reeling from shock at Chu Feng's ferocity, Chu Feng grabbed Ren Xiaoyao by the hair and began dragging him toward the cliff's edge.
"This Chu Feng — he's not actually going to throw Ren Xiaoyao off, is he?"
The crowd's guess was correct. Chu Feng had already dragged Ren Xiaoyao to the very brink of the mountain peak.
"Chu Feng, you wouldn't dare throw me off! This isn't over between us!" Ren Xiaoyao threatened.
"Heh." Chu Feng let out a sly chuckle and said, "Rules of the game."
"If you can't handle it, you shouldn't have entered. But since you're already in, I don't care whether you can handle it or not — I'm going to crush you regardless."
With that, Chu Feng swung his arm in a wide arc. A scream rose into the air like a drawn-out wail as Ren Xiaoyao plummeted into the abyss below.
Hsssss—
Many of the spectators drew a sharp breath.
They had truly never expected Ren Xiaoyao to be eliminated so quickly.
Even less had they expected it to be Chu Feng who did the eliminating.
But by now, their understanding of Chu Feng had deepened considerably.