"You going to challenge me or not?"
"If you don't have the guts, I'm leaving with Yu Ting."
Li Muzhi said to Chu Feng with a hint of impatience.
"Of course I'm going to challenge you. Same terms as before."
"If I lose, my life is yours."
"If I win, you put in a good word for Yu Ting," Chu Feng said.
"Fine. How do you want to compete?" Li Muzhi asked.
"Within the same time limit, we each set up a formation. One offensive, one defensive. If—"
"Stop, stop, stop. Way too cliché."
Before Chu Feng could finish, Li Muzhi cut him off. Clearly, he had no interest in Chu Feng's proposal.
"Then do you have a better idea?"
"If you find that method dull, I don't mind a direct clash using the power of our barriers," Chu Feng said.
"Boring. Everything you've suggested is stale and completely uninteresting. I'll set the rules myself," Li Muzhi said.
"Sure. Go ahead—what's the contest?" Chu Feng agreed readily.
He was curious to see what kind of competition Li Muzhi had in mind.
"Do you know any offensive killing formations? The kind with serious power—one that you yourself can set up within half a stick of incense?" Li Muzhi asked.
"I do," Chu Feng replied.
"Show me the blueprint for the strongest offensive killing formation you can set up within half a stick of incense. Then set it up in front of me with your own hands."
"If you really can complete it within half a stick of incense, then I must use the blueprint you provided and construct an identical offensive killing formation."
"Naturally, since it's your blueprint and I'm unfamiliar with it—most likely my first time building it—my time limit will be longer than yours. One full stick of incense."
"If I can successfully set up the formation you provided within one stick of incense, then I win the first round."
"If I can't, you win the first round."
"As for the second round, same rules as the first. Only this time, I provide the formation and you build it," Li Muzhi said.
"And if we both succeed in setting up each other's formations?" Chu Feng asked.
"Simple. We use the formations we built from each other's blueprints to fight each other. Whichever offensive killing formation proves stronger wins."
"Of course, we have to use the formation learned from our opponent—not the one we're already skilled with. In other words, beat the other guy using his own specialty."
Li Muzhi said.
"That's actually interesting. Let's go with your rules."
Chu Feng wasted no more words. He immediately sketched out the blueprint for an offensive killing formation.
And the formation Chu Feng presented was no trivial matter—it was extraordinarily complex.
So complex, in fact, that even Li Muzhi furrowed his brow before asking, "Are you sure you can set up a formation like this within half a stick of incense?"
"Just watch," Chu Feng said.
With that, he released the power of his barrier and began constructing the formation before everyone's eyes.
This offensive killing formation was far from simple. Once completed, its power would be formidable—surpassing even ordinary Sovereign-tier martial techniques.
And Chu Feng completed it within half a stick of incense.
"Not bad. You've got something."
"Alright, my turn."