The content written on the plaque was about Little Fishy.
Lady Immortal Sea Fishy was in need of a formation master to help maintain her barrier armor.
Every city had one slot, and that slot had to be earned by standing out in an examination.
The examination consisted of deciphering formation arrays.
Whoever deciphered the most formations would earn the opportunity to travel to the Star Sea Capital and maintain Lady Immortal Sea Fishy's armor.
This was a job that every formation master dreamed of.
After all, Lady Immortal Sea Fishy was currently fighting for the Star Sea World. If she succeeded in the future, everyone who had participated would be credited with a great merit.
The examination had already begun. There were three small examination palaces conducting the evaluations simultaneously.
Chu Feng chose the palace with the fewest people and lined up.
His heart couldn't help but race with excitement—this opportunity was practically made for him.
But just before his turn arrived, a mocking voice cut toward him.
"Oh my, isn't this Mid-Level Formation Master Five-Two-One?"
"You're not seriously going to try too, are you?"
Chu Feng didn't even look. He already knew it was the white-browed man.
That man had just come out of the examination hall and happened to spot Chu Feng. His results were probably disappointing, as he'd been wearing a sour expression. But once he saw Chu Feng, he decided to belittle him to feel better about himself.
Chu Feng ignored him entirely, not giving him so much as a glance.
That only made the man more displeased. He shot a look at one of his followers behind him.
The follower understood immediately and shouted at Chu Feng.
"Formation Master Five-Two-One, what happened to your follower's face? Did someone beat him up?"
"How did that happen? How does someone just end up beaten like that?"
"They say you have to look at the master before striking a dog."
"Looks like the character of your master isn't all that great."
At those words, Chu Feng finally turned his gaze toward them.
"Was it you who hit him?" Chu Feng asked.
As Chu Feng's gaze fell upon him, the follower began to feel a tremor of fear. He could sense something chilling in those eyes.
He instinctively glanced back at the white-browed man, who gave him a look that said, "I've got your back." Emboldened, the follower puffed up with confidence.
"That's right, I hit him. What are you going to do about it?" The follower stood with his hands on his hips, looking every bit the smug tyrant.
This exchange had long since drawn the attention of everyone present, and a crowd had gathered to watch the show.
They also understood that a mere follower daring to provoke a formation master meant his master was backing him up.
And everyone could see that Chu Feng was far weaker than the white-browed man. They all figured Chu Feng was about to be humiliated.
If Chu Feng fought back, the white-browed man would surely step in for his follower, and Chu Feng would be the one who suffered.
If Chu Feng did nothing, being provoked by the lowest of followers would be an even greater humiliation.
Everyone wanted to see what Chu Feng would choose.
Whoosh—
In the next instant, Chu Feng vanished. When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the follower.
Everything happened so fast that by the time anyone reacted, Chu Feng's fist had already pierced through the follower's body.
The scene left everyone stunned, including Chu Feng's own follower, Three-Nine-Nine.
Three-Nine-Nine had been injured, but only superficially. Chu Feng's punch, on the other hand, had practically crippled that follower.
"You—you dare strike my follower?!" The white-browed man glared at Chu Feng with fury. He had been prepared to stand up for his follower, but he never expected Chu Feng to be so ruthless.
But then, the white-browed man's expression froze.
Chu Feng looked up at him, his gaze so cold it sent shivers down the man's spine.
"You were behind this, weren't you?" Chu Feng asked in an icy voice.
Before the white-browed man could answer, Chu Feng threw a punch.
Arghh—
Another scream rang out, and everyone's jaws dropped.
The white-browed man had ended up exactly like his follower.
Chu Feng delivered the same punch, shattering his body at the exact point where his formation array's vital nexus lay.
The punch wouldn't kill him, but it would ruin him for life.
The white-browed man stared at his destroyed nexus with wide, disbelieving eyes. He knew he was ruined.
But… this price was too devastating to accept. He stood there, completely dazed.
"We had no quarrel, but you insisted on picking a fight."
"This… you brought it on yourself."
With those words, Chu Feng leapt to Three-Nine-Nine's side. In the next moment, he took Three-Nine-Nine with him and ducked into the examination palace.