“Come on, come on, let me introduce you—this is the new member of our Wing Alliance, Chu Feng. Don’t let his young age fool you; he’s anything but simple.” Su Mei introduced him with a giggling smile.
“Su Mei, are you even younger than her?” The white‑clothed young man stepped forward, politely cupping his fists toward Chu Feng: “I am Bai Tong. I’ve long heard of Brother Chu’s great name; seeing him today, he truly is extraordinary.”
“Not at all,” Chu Feng returned the gesture, always treating those who are courteous with courtesy in return.
The youth in peach‑blossom robes, arm‑in‑arm with a maiden in masculine attire, walked over. The young man spoke solemnly: “My name is Ye Taozi, and this is my bride‑to‑be, Zhang Tingzi.”
Chu Feng also smiled and returned the salute, but inside he thought: “Damn, Ye Taozi and Zhang Tingzi—what a perfect match, just from their names alone!”
“Brother Chu Feng, welcome to the Wing Alliance family. Please don’t take what happened that day to heart; actually, both of us were…” Long Xiong Hu Di approached, glancing furtively at Su Mei as he spoke.
“Cough, cough.” Seeing this, Su Mei hurriedly coughed twice and glared fiercely at the two, instantly making them swallow the rest of their words.
However, Chu Feng, whose observation skills were razor‑sharp, had already sensed something amiss and secretly guessed that Su Mei must have forced Long Xiong Hu Di to do something.
“Chu Feng, you’ve got quite the nerve. Our Wing Alliance invited you in good faith, yet you refused—what makes you think you deserve it?” At that moment, the icy‑faced blue‑clothed youth spoke up.
“Jia Yunfeng, shut your mouth!” Seeing this, Su Mei was about to lash out.
“Hey, Su Mei, let him finish.” Chu Feng, however, pulled Su Mei behind him, smiling as he fixed his gaze on Jia Yunfeng: “What do you want to say? Just say it.”
“I’m saying you don’t deserve to join the Wing Alliance.” Jia Yunfeng shouted.
“Swish” Chu Feng’s expression changed instantly; he lashed out without warning, sending an Illusory Palm toward Jia Yunfeng’s chest.
Everyone was stunned—no one could have imagined that the mild‑mannered Chu Feng would strike so suddenly, with no prelude.
“Illusory Palm?”
But Jia Yunfeng was no novice; he instantly recognized the technique Chu Feng was using—the aura of Spirit Martial Seventh Level circulating, he threw a counter‑punch, unleashing a tremendous force. What he was actually employing was a fourth‑rank martial art.
Seeing this, Chu Feng was slightly surprised but showed no fear. He shifted his move, and the Thunderbolt First Form sprang forth, appearing behind Jia Yunfeng in the blink of an eye, followed by another Illusory Palm striking his back.
“Thud”
The palm landed squarely; Jia Yun Peng was caught off guard, fell face‑first, sprawled on the ground, and slid several meters before stopping.
“This guy, his methods are fierce.”
Seeing this, everyone except Su Mei was shocked, eyes widened—especially Long Xiong Hu Di, who gaped in astonishment.
In their memory, Chu Feng was an utterly weak person, at least weak in front of the two brothers.
But now they realized they had been gravely mistaken; if even Jia Yunfeng is no match for Chu Feng, then the brothers stand even less chance.
Clearly, Chu Feng had been concealing his strength all along; their earlier bout had obviously been him holding back for them.
At this moment, the two finally understood why Su Rou and Elder Ouyang had urged Chu Feng to join the Wing Alliance—because Chu Feng truly possesses the qualifications.
“Now do you know whether I’m worthy or not?” Chu Feng looked at Jia Yunfeng, who was struggling to his feet, and sneered.
“You bastard!” Jia Yunfeng, just having risen, roared and lunged at Chu Feng again.
“Swish” At that instant, Bai Tong flickered, appearing instantly before Jia Yunfeng, blocking him, and said in a low voice:
“Chu Feng brother already showed you mercy; don’t bring trouble upon yourself.”
Jia Yunfeng, clearly wary of Bai Tong and recalling Chu Feng’s earlier assault, snorted coldly and said nothing more.