"This Han Yu did not lose in vain."
Amid their astonishment, someone let out such a remark.
All of them felt that this duel had already reached its end.
However, Chu Feng clearly had no intention of letting Han Yu go. After a brief exchange with Egg, he descended from the air and landed right before Han Yu.
Han Yu's entire body was currently shrouded in poisonous energy. He was extremely weak, lacking even the strength to stand. Yet upon seeing Chu Feng land before him with ill intentions, he furrowed his brow and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"What am I going to do?"
"You tried to kill me just now. What do you think I'm going to do?" Chu Feng said.
"Ha ha ha…"
Upon hearing those words, the originally uneasy Han Yu burst into loud laughter.
He did indeed fear that Chu Feng would humiliate him, but he did not believe that Chu Feng would dare kill him. After all, he, Han Yu, had someone backing him this time.
"I did try to kill you just now. But what can you do about it?"
"Don't tell me you want to kill me? Chu Feng, forget about killing me — if you dare lay another finger on me today, I guarantee you won't leave this place alive," Han Yu said viciously.
Hearing this, Chu Feng turned his gaze toward the Sword King City's Supreme Elder, Qing Peng.
Chu Feng knew that Han Yu's backing was none other than Qing Peng.
As if understanding the meaning behind Chu Feng's gaze, Qing Peng's eyes turned cold to the extreme, brimming with menace.
It was as though he were telling Chu Feng that if he dared act recklessly, he would absolutely not let Chu Feng off easy.
"Hmph."
Seeing Chu Feng hesitate, Han Yu — despite being so weak he could barely move — still allowed a curve of smug satisfaction to rise at the corner of his lips. It was not merely smugness; it was contempt.
Contempt for Chu Feng.
In truth, it was not only Han Yu. Even the spectators, upon seeing Chu Feng waver, could not help but sigh inwardly. It seemed that even Chu Feng had to consider the circumstances before him.
And although they knew that letting Han Yu go was the right choice under these conditions, they still felt a touch of disappointment toward Chu Feng. After all, legend had it that Chu Feng feared neither heaven nor earth.
But at that very moment, Chu Feng suddenly spun around and drove his leg straight at Han Yu's head.
With a thunderous "boom," Han Yu was sent flying into the corner of the dueling space. Screams of agony poured from his mouth — that kick had been vicious. Not only had it sent blood spurting from Han Yu's body, but his entire face had been completely deformed.
"This…"
Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts clenched. It was far too unexpected.
Who could have imagined that under Qing Peng's direct threat, Chu Feng would still dare make his move?
Wasn't this an open declaration to Qing Peng that he, Chu Feng, simply did not regard him at all?
"Chu Feng, how dare you!!!"
At that moment, Qing Peng let out a furious roar, his eyes fixed on Chu Feng with murderous intent.
"How dare I?" Chu Feng tilted his head, utterly dismissive. "Whatever do you mean by that?"
"This was merely a friendly exchange. The outcome has already been decided, yet you still attack the man. Have you no sense of decency?" Qing Peng demanded.
"Who ever said this exchange was supposed to stop at a friendly conclusion?" Chu Feng replied, his expression calm and composed, as though he had already made up his mind to make Han Yu suffer.
"Chu Feng, if you dare touch a single finger on our Young City Lord, I will make you pay with your life." Upon hearing this, Qing Peng grew frantic, pointing at Chu Feng and hurling vicious threats.
"I originally had no intention of doing anything major. I was going to teach him a lesson and call it done."
"But since you've put it that way, if I, Chu Feng, don't do something, it would seem as though I'm afraid of you."
"In that case, I'll just cripple his cultivation then," Chu Feng said.
"What? Cripple Han Yu's cultivation?" The moment these words left Chu Feng's lips, the crowd was stunned.
"You wouldn't dare!!!"
Qing Peng erupted into fury. Mid-sentence, he had already surged toward the entrance of the dueling space.