"I didn't expect the show to start so soon. I doubt this
"Exactly. Offending
Watching the scene unfold, the onlookers sneered one after another, all convinced that Chu Feng would be beaten to a pulp today. After all, Chu Feng was only at the Spirit Martial 7th Stage, and with that terrible talent of his, anyone in the Core Area could probably knock his teeth out without breaking a sweat.
That was precisely why
"What's the matter? Are you losers coming at me one at a time, or all together?" Chu Feng swept his gaze across the crowd and said with undisguised contempt.
"What audacity from this little waste! He's nothing but garbage—not even lower-tier talent—and yet he dares call us losers? If we don't teach you a lesson today, you'll never learn how vast the world really is."
One of the Core Disciples, thoroughly enraged by Chu Feng's words, took a long stride forward and thrust a powerful hand toward Chu Feng, grabbing at him. The man had attacked without hesitation.
*Snap.* But just as that hand was about to reach Chu Feng, Chu Feng's palm clamped down firmly on the man's wrist, his tremendous force halting the advance by even a fraction of an inch.
"He—he blocked that attack?"
The onlookers were stunned. Although the disciple who attacked Chu Feng was weak—only at the Spirit Martial 8th Stage—he should have had more than enough power to deal with a mere Spirit Martial 7th Stage like Chu Feng. How could Chu Feng have blocked it so effortlessly? But when the next moment unfolded, their shock turned to outright disbelief.
Chu Feng's wrist tensed slightly, then he yanked downward with brutal force. A sickening *crack* rang out, and the Core Disciple's arm snapped clean.
But Chu Feng wasn't done. He lifted his leg and drove it straight into the man's left knee. Another *crack*—the man's left leg shattered, and he collapsed to the ground, rolling and screaming in agony.
*Whoosh.*
In the blink of an eye, before the others could recover from their shock, Chu Feng's figure blurred like a phantom and materialized in front of another disciple. He threw a devastating punch that landed squarely on the man's face, knocking his jaw clean off.
"That bastard—get him! Take him down!" Watching two of their number fall in mere seconds, the Core Disciples were consumed by fury. They swarmed forward as one, launching themselves at Chu Feng.
"Hmph. Right on time."
But facing the coordinated assault—dozens of disciples charging with their most dazzling martial techniques, each strike carrying formidable power—Chu Feng merely let out a cold laugh. A flash of lightning blazed through his eyes, and in an instant his body was enveloped in crackling serpents of thunder.
*Bzzzzzzz~*
Lightning erupted in every direction like a sun plummeting from the heavens. The blinding radiance forced the onlookers to shield their eyes, and the overwhelming pressure drove them stumbling backward.
But when the pressure receded and they cautiously opened their eyes to witness the aftermath, every single face drained of color, jaws hanging open in dumbfounded shock.
The twenty-some disciples who had rushed Chu Feng were all sprawled across the ground, every inch of their bodies blackened and charred. They writhed and thrashed, howling in torment.
And Chu Feng? Not a single hair out of place. Not even a speck of dust on his clothes. He looked down at the wretched figures at his feet with pure contempt and said coldly, "Want to teach me, Chu Feng a lesson? You don't have the qualifications."
With those words, Chu Feng cast his frigid gaze toward the surrounding crowd. Every person who met his eyes involuntarily shuddered, a chill creeping up their spines. They took an involuntary step back—even the Yuan Martial Realm powerhouses among them.