That power suddenly vanished, leaving Chu Feng momentarily at a loss.
But he quickly realized that the old man had voluntarily withdrawn the force that had been suppressing him.
Looking at the old man, Chu Feng saw a mocking smile playing across his face.
Chu Feng said nothing. He simply watched the other party, unsure of what the old man had in mind.
"Kid, I do admire your courage in craving power."
"If I killed you just like that, it wouldn't sound good if word got out."
"Tell you what — I'll give you a chance."
"All you have to do is defeat my disciple, and not only will I let you leave unharmed, I'll even let you take this."
The old man pointed at the bead that had absorbed nearly all the power within the White Day Star River's undercurrent.
"Master, what kind of joke is this? How could someone like him possibly be my opponent?"
"Fighting him would be an insult to me. There's no glory in beating trash like that."
The young man spoke with great reluctance, and the look he cast toward Chu Feng was filled with utter contempt.
That gaze seemed to say — a piece of garbage like you doesn't deserve to fight me.
"What's this? I see defiance in your eyes?"
Chu Feng hadn't said a single word, yet the young man spoke up again.
"Don't tell me you actually think you can fight me?"
"Foolish creature. Let me show you where you stand."
BOOM —
Suddenly, his robes fluttered as a torrent of overwhelming pressure erupted from within him.
Sensing that pressure, Chu Feng's heart clenched.
This young man was, like Chu Feng, clearly of the younger generation.
Yet his cultivation had already reached the Martial Exalted realm.
Though only a first-tier Martial Exalted, such strength was far beyond what Chu Feng could hope to match.
As expected, this old man truly deserved his reputation as a powerful being capable of annihilating those ancient races.
Otherwise, his disciple could never have reached such heights.
The young man was arrogant — but he had every right to be.
"Kid, what realm are you at?" the old man asked Chu Feng.
"My cultivation is nothing impressive. I'm only at the fifth-tier Supreme realm," Chu Feng answered honestly.
"Then you're certainly no match for my disciple."
"But that doesn't mean a fight is out of the question."
The old man turned his gaze toward his disciple.
"Here's what we'll do — suppress your cultivation to the fifth-tier Supreme realm."
"But there's one condition. Neither of you may use any means to elevate your cultivation. You must both remain suppressed at the fifth-tier Supreme realm."
The old man said.
Hearing this, Chu Feng — who had been in despair — caught a glimmer of hope.
In terms of true strength, Chu Feng was no match for the young man as things stood.
But if both their cultivations were capped at the fifth-tier Supreme realm, Chu Feng felt he might not necessarily lose.
After all, at the same realm, Chu Feng's combat power was extraordinary. He had never feared anyone when fighting on equal footing.
Still, Chu Feng harbored reservations.
The other party was too powerful, and the old man's gaze toward Chu Feng was brimming with amusement.
It felt as though the old man was toying with him — not killing him on a whim simply because he wanted a bit of entertainment.
Chu Feng couldn't be certain whether they would keep their word.
If they were the type to break promises, then even if Chu Feng won the match, he might still not escape with his life.
On top of that, Chu Feng had another concern. This was, after all, the old man's proposal — would his disciple even agree?
After all, the old man's disciple clearly looked like an arrogant and conceited person.
"Fine."
To Chu Feng's surprise, the young man agreed without hesitation.
And at that moment, Chu Feng could feel his cultivation plummeting rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it dropped from the first-tier Martial Exalted realm down to the fifth-tier Supreme realm.
With a flick of his wrist, a wooden stick appeared in his hand.
He held the stick and looked at Chu Feng.
"Don't say I'm bullying you."
"You can use whatever weapon you like. I'll only use this stick."
"If I switch to any other weapon, then I'll concede this fight."
The young man's words were brimming with confidence.