"You're looking to duel me to the death?" Gong Luyun sneered.
"That's right. A death match. Scared?" Chu Feng asked.
"Scared? Would I be scared of you? Ha! That's laughable," Gong Luyun erupted into laughter, laughing exceptionally loudly as if he'd heard the world's greatest joke. He then addressed the crowd: "Today, I, Gong Luyun, set a death match with this brat. One year from now, right here, we settle this. If he can withstand three moves from me, I, Gong Luyun, will take my own life right here, without a single word of complaint."
Gong Luyun's words were domineering and direct, incredibly arrogant, showing his absolute confidence. Strangely enough, the crowd seemed to agree with his confidence, as if in that moment they could already see Chu Feng's tragic death here one year later.
One year. What could be accomplished in one year? Let alone Chu Feng still being in the Spirit Martial Realm, even if he were already at the Yuan Martial Realm, it would be impossible to reach the Xuan Martial Realm within a single year.
Moreover, Gong Luyun was currently the acknowledged number one genius of the Azure Dragon Sect. His strength would likely increase significantly within that year, so everyone felt Chu Feng's chances of winning were virtually zero.
"But, a year from now, if you can't withstand three moves, I'll beat you to death with my own hands. No one will be able to save you."
Gong Luyun pointed viciously at Chu Feng, spat out that final threat, then gave a cold snort and strode away. Those who had come with him also shot Chu Feng cold smirks before following after him.
"Chu Feng, I'm sorry... it's all my fault," Su Mei came to Chu Feng's side. Seeing the blood still covering his face, her heart ached and she started crying again.
"It's nothing, just a few scratches. Don't cry."
Chu Feng wiped the tears from Su Mei's cheek, then turned his gaze to Situ Yu and the others not far away. He smiled. "You don't need to worry. Since you're no longer members of the Wing Alliance, we have no connection. I won't involve you."
"Chu Feng, we..."
Hearing Chu Feng's words, the expressions on Situ Yu and the others' faces shifted. They truly didn't dare get close to Chu Feng anymore. They were genuinely afraid he would drag them down. After all, who told Chu Feng to offend the number one disciple, Gong Luyun?
"Heh, you don't need to look at me with such fake sympathy. I, Chu Feng, don't owe you anything, and you don't owe me anything. From now on, we're strangers."
Chu Feng waved his hand dismissively at Situ Yu and the others. Though a smile hung on his lips, his eyes were ice cold. He didn't need this kind of hypocritical friendship around him.
Seeing Chu Feng like this, Situ Yu and the others dropped the act. They gave Chu Feng a meaningful look, then each departed. Right now, they had to sever ties with Chu Feng, or they would all be doomed.
"Young friend, in one year, what are your chances of defeating Gong Luyun?" Just then, Elder Li spoke up.
"Heh, to be honest with this elder, right now my chances aren't even one in ten," Chu Feng admitted frankly.
"What? Not even one in ten, and you dare set a death match? Are you trying to fool this old man?" Elder Li immediately bristled, stroking his beard and glaring.
"Hey, thanks for your help earlier, Elder. But while I may not have even a one-in-ten chance now, in a year I'll definitely have a ten-out-of-ten chance," Chu Feng said with a smile.
"Kid, where does all that confidence come from?" Elder Li asked, glancing at Chu Feng sideways.
"My confidence comes from pressure. Win or die in a year, so I must win." Chu Feng smiled again.