Chapter 14

Han Feng still looked smug, as if he was already imagining the moment when Wang Chen would be under his feet. (Geniuses only need 3 seconds to remember)

Wang Chen's performance, however, surprised many. There was no sign of tension on his face; instead, he seemed quite relaxed.

Han Yuxuan, standing nearby, looked at the young man with a complex expression. Today's Wang Chen reminded her of the spirited young man from two years ago, before the Wang family's downfall.

Is he really going to compete with Han Feng? Doesn't he know the gap between them? Doesn't he know that Han Feng wants to make him look foolish? Or does he really have confidence?

At this moment, Han Yuxuan's thoughts were in turmoil, and she was lost in her gaze at the young man.

"You... really want to compete?" Finally, as Wang Chen walked past her, she asked softly, revealing a hint of concern.

"Let's start from here!" Taking a deep breath, Wang Chen paused and said in a deep voice.

That look made the girl lose herself for a long time, as if it had traversed the vastness of time, enduring a thousand years of vicissitudes, like an ancient and simple long sword, captivating the heart.

It wasn't until Wang Chen walked past her that the girl snapped out of it, turning to look at his figure, watching him take those determined steps, slowly walking into the arena, resolute and unwavering. For some reason, her heart ached at this moment. Was it because of her guilt towards him? Or for some other reason? Thinking of that incident, the girl's expression dimmed.

The crowd was buzzing, watching the two in the arena, many with a playful look.

"That little waste of space dares to challenge someone? He's asking for death!"

"Indeed, but some people just love to court disaster. Hehe, let's watch, there's sure to be a good show."

"I agree, not ashamed enough to disgrace the entire Qingfeng City, now he's asking for death. Truly reckless!"

The comments, one after another, were heard clearly by Wang Chen.

Han Feng's smile grew wider, while Wang Chen remained silent, a deathly silence, coldly looking at the people around him, a sneer on his lips.

"You can still back down now!" In the arena, Han Jin looked at the two and said to Wang Chen.

Although he usually had no interaction with Wang Chen and even looked down on such a waste of space, at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy, thinking of the young man's plight, a hint of pity arose in his heart. (Geniuses only need 3 seconds to remember)

Wang Chen, however, was somewhat repulsed by such a look. He didn't need pity; he believed he could prove everything.

"Kid, everyone is waiting to see your downfall. Give it your all, beat this guy up. Damn, do you think I, Ling Zhan, am easy to bully? If I were back to my best, I could take care of these little punks with just one finger. They really think they're something!" Inside Wang Chen's jade pendant, Ling Zhan clearly saw everything outside, grumbling不满地哼哼着.

"Let's begin!" Taking a deep breath, Wang Chen said firmly.

The true essence energy in his body slowly stirred, and in the next moment, it surged like a raging river.

His aura soared in an instant, making the people around him momentarily stunned. But then, they dismissed it as a mere illusion. How could a little waste of space have such an aura?

"Hehe, kid, since you're asking for death, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Seeing that Wang Chen didn't run away, Han Feng sneered.

"Enough talk, let's fight!" Frowning, Wang Chen said in a deep voice.

At the Fifth Stage of Body Tempering, Wang Chen had not yet learned any martial techniques, unlike most people who would start learning basic martial techniques after reaching the Fourth Stage of Body Tempering and condensing true essence. He had only one martial technique, which was a stepping method.

But Wang Chen believed that with this stepping method, he could defeat Han Feng today.

"Raging Tiger Fist!" As expected, Han Feng, eager to win, was the first to shout and launch his attack.

Raging Tiger Fist, one of the ancestral fist techniques of the Han family, is a Yellow Rank初级拳法, mimicking the posture of a tiger attacking its prey.

This fist technique is expansive and powerful, exuding a fierce and mighty aura, following a direct and forceful path.

In an instant, Han Feng's fists moved back and forth, continuously striking forward, his steps advancing, pressing forward, and intimidating.

Everyone in the arena knew this fist technique, one of the most basic techniques of the Han family, which can be practiced after reaching the Fourth Stage of Body Tempering.

"This kid..." Han Jin frowned slightly, muttering to himself.

Raging Tiger Fist, although just a Yellow Rank初级拳法, is more powerful than ordinary fist techniques. From the start, Han Feng seemed intent on severely injuring Wang Chen.

Seeing the overwhelming fist techniques, some people in the crowd already had a look of schadenfreude, estimating that Wang Chen would be severely injured within three seconds under such an attack.

In the back, seeing Han Feng's actions, a cold look flashed in Han Yuxuan's eyes, her brows furrowed with concern, her expression worried.

"Let me see how far you've practiced this fist technique!" Seeing Han Feng charging at him, Wang Chen let out a light hum and said coldly, showing no sign of panic.

As he spoke, his feet moved like lotus flowers, as light as the breeze, the Ghost Steps unfolding at this moment. After practicing for half a month, Wang Chen had mastered the basics of the Ghost Steps, which he could use freely in this battle, sufficient to deal with Han Feng.

Before him, the fist shadows filled the sky, seemingly blocking all possible escape routes, and the sound of the wind from the punches roared in his ears. However, Wang Chen's mind was as calm as still water, the true essence energy surging to his legs, his steps always managing to dodge the punches at the last moment.

It was as if he had entered his own world, where the outside world was irrelevant. His steps were smooth and practiced, and the Han Feng before him seemed to be excluded from his world, where only he existed, practicing that stepping method.

Gradually, some people felt something was wrong. The originally noisy crowd gradually fell silent, their eyes wide open, seeing Han Feng panting, continuously launching Raging Tiger Fist, relentlessly pursuing, but never touching Wang Chen.

Han Feng, at the Fifth Stage of Body Tempering, was using his full strength but could not land a single blow.

What was going on?

The crowd looked at each other, puzzled. Wang Chen's seemingly simple steps always managed to dodge the attacks at critical moments, leaving them baffled.

Wang Chen, who was originally expected to last less than three seconds, had already endured for a while. In the blink of an eye, Han Feng had already launched hundreds of punches, all of which had been dodged.

Boom...

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted, their eyes wide open, watching the expressionless young man. The onlookers were boiling with excitement.

How could this be? How could this waste of space remain unscathed under the full attack of Han Feng, who was at the Fifth Stage of Body Tempering?

Upon closer inspection, some keen-eyed people had already noticed the problem. Those seemingly simple steps were actually profound and mysterious.

"How can this be!" Han Jin, standing nearby, was the first to notice the problem, his face changing, unable to help but mutter.

In the distance, the girl who had been worried a moment ago also sensed something, her brows gradually relaxing, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

"Damn waste of space, if you have the ability, don't dodge!" The continuous misses made Han Feng furious, each attack feeling like it was hitting a sponge, making him feel uncomfortable.

Gradually, he stopped his attack, panting, and shouted at Wang Chen.

The attack had indeed consumed a lot of his true essence energy. At the Fifth Stage of Body Tempering, his true essence energy was not abundant, and in a short time, he had used up half of it, with no results, making Han Feng feel frustrated.

"Idiot, do you want me to stand still for you to hit?" A cold laugh, Wang Chen looked at Han Feng with disdain.

"Fine, you're good, if you have the ability, come at me head-on. Always dodging, what kind of man are you?" In a fit of anger, Han Feng shouted like a bully.

Instantly, a murmur of voices and some barely concealed laughter spread around.

Fighting is like this; dodging is just a form of defense. Being able to dodge is a skill. Han Feng's words made people feel that Wang Chen was right, and he seemed like an idiot, changing the way they looked at him.

"Little waste of space, what? Afraid? If you have the ability, come at me head-on, I'll let you use one hand!" The whispers made Han Feng feel humiliated, directing all his anger at Wang Chen, challenging him.

"You can't even handle me with both hands, and you think you can win with one?" Wang Chen sneered, curling his lips.

This drew more laughter from the crowd.

Han Feng's face had turned a liver color, panting heavily, staring at Wang Chen with red eyes.

In the back, Han Yu's face was also ashen. He had originally wanted Han Feng to show off, but he never expected this result. When did that damn waste of space learn such a stepping method?

He also felt embarrassed by Han Feng's lack of effort and foolish words.

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