Chapter 33

When he saw Han Yuer, his eyes lit up, and he sneered, "Not bad, little vixen! You've got a good figure, follow me from now on! If you can make me feel good, I guarantee you'll be untouchable in the outer sect, and no one will dare to mess with you!"

Han Yuer's face was as cold as ice: "What if I don't agree?"

"Then we'll have to settle this properly." The burly man grinned viciously.

"Talking so much? Let's fight then!"

Han Yuer had a fiery temper and didn't waste any words. She leaped forward, infused her whip with true qi, and it straightened like a sharp sword, piercing toward the burly man.

The burly man clenched his fists and laughed, "Good move!"

He extended his large, fan-like hand and grabbed the tip of Han Yuer's whip with remarkable precision.

Han Yuer was instantly shocked. How could he catch it so easily with her speed?

Just as this thought flashed through her mind, the burly man's fist struck her face, sending her flying.

Han Yuer crashed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, her face pale and her body trembling, clearly injured.

"Zhang Song's strength at the Fifth Level of the Later Heaven Realm isn't for nothing."

"Yeah, that little girl looks like she's also at the Fifth Level of the Later Heaven Realm, but she's clearly just entered it. She's no match for Zhang Song. It's normal for her to be defeated in one move."

People around them were discussing.

The burly man, who looked clumsy, was actually extremely fast. In a flash, he was already by Han Yuer's side, grabbing her neck and leering, "You're quite spicy, little girl. Let's see if you can still be so spicy when I make you beg for mercy!"

Han Yuer's face was cold, and she spat at the man's face.

The man's smile froze, and he growled, "You're asking for death!"

He tightened his grip, making it harder for Han Yuer to breathe, her face turning red.

The thin man in white, full of malicious glee, shouted, "Brother, kill her!"

Just then, the burly man heard a calm voice from behind: "Let her go."

Zhang Song was surprised; he didn't expect anyone to speak to him in such a commanding tone.

He turned around and saw Chen Feng.

First, he was stunned, then he burst into laughter, tears almost streaming from his eyes.

"Hahahaha, what do I see? It's you, the waste of space? Oh, you want to play the hero and save the beauty, do you? Let's see if you have the ability!"

Chen Feng said coldly, "I told you to let her go!"

A murderous look flashed in Zhang Song's eyes. He released Han Yuer and walked toward Chen Feng, clenching his fists and shouting, "You, the waste of space, are you crazy to speak to me like that? You're asking for death, right? I'll grant your wish!"

With that, he suddenly accelerated, his fist the size of a wine jar smashing toward Chen Feng's face.

Han Yuer fell to the ground, turning her head away, unable to bear the sight of what was to come. That punch had injured her just now. Chen Feng, who couldn't cultivate, would surely be turned into minced meat.

But after turning her head, she waited for several seconds and heard no expected scream of Chen Feng's death.

The people around them let out a collective gasp of disbelief.

Han Yuer quickly turned back, her beautiful eyes widening.

She couldn't believe what she saw, but it was indeed happening.

Chen Feng had one hand outstretched, blocking Zhang Song's fist. Zhang Song's face was red with effort, but Chen Feng's palm was like iron, unmoving.

Zhang Song looked at Chen Feng in disbelief, while Chen Feng stood there calmly, seemingly exerting no effort at all.

"How is this possible?" Zhang Song let out a疯狂的大叫.

He took a few steps back, looking at Chen Feng with a serious expression, and said in a deep voice, "You are a true expert. I misjudged you, sir. Let's call it a draw today, shall we?"

He realized he might not be a match for Chen Feng and was looking for a way out.

Chen Feng said calmly, "You injured my senior sister, and you want to call it a draw?"

"What do you want, then?" Zhang Song growled.

"I don't want anything. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!" Chen Feng stared at him, his gaze cold, as if looking at a dead man.

This complete disregard infuriated Zhang Song.

He knew it wouldn't end well today. Suddenly, he roared, and a yellowish glow enveloped his body, forming a yellowish shield around him.

He lowered his head and assumed a strange posture.

His hands were clenched into fists and held together, his body leaning forward, his fists in front of his head, like a charging bull.

His fists were the horns.

Zhang Song roared and charged forward, heading straight for Chen Feng with ruthless determination.

Like a charging bull.

"This is Senior Brother Zhang's signature martial technique, the Yellow Rank First Grade, Bull Rush! One charge has the force of two thousand pounds. Chen Feng is definitely no match."

Someone nearby whispered.

"Truly like a mantis trying to stop a cart!"

Chen Feng sighed lightly, not taking it to heart. He didn't even use the Imperturbable Vajra Seal, just slightly extending his fist.

One punch, just one punch!