Chapter 11

"Such a martial technique, the Hundred-Armed Fist, has actually been cultivated to the Great Perfection stage!"

A chorus of exclamations filled the hall, and those with keen eyes could already see that Chu Zhen was using a martial technique.

Although the Hundred-Armed Fist is just a segment of a martial technique, if it can be cultivated to the Great Perfection stage, it becomes extremely powerful.

At the same level, if there is no corresponding martial technique to counter it, one will inevitably be defeated. Therefore, everyone knew that Chu Feng was bound to lose.

Chu Yue's brows furrowed tightly, and she quietly took two steps forward, wanting to prevent Chu Zhen from secretly harming Chu Feng.

"Chu Yue, you must not interfere in the fight. You know this rule, don't you?"

But at that moment, a voice sounded in her ear. She turned to look and saw Chu Cheng grinning at her.

Chu Yue inwardly cursed, never expecting Chu Cheng to be so despicable, secretly watching her.

The more so, the more it indicated that the two brothers would not easily let Chu Feng off, which made her even more worried.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"

The sky was filled with a flurry of punches, almost blocking Chu Feng's view, and they were accompanied by the sound of breaking wind, rushing towards him.

Chu Feng could feel that Chu Zhen's punches were no joke, with no hint of holding back, showing that he was truly determined.

However, Chu Feng was not the least bit afraid. Instead, he stood still, not dodging, and waited for the attack to come.

"Is Chu Feng crazy? Why isn't he dodging?"

"He wants to dodge, but can he? Given his strength, he probably hasn't even reacted yet."

"That's true, he has been a waste for five years in the outer sect."

Seeing Chu Feng not dodge, everyone thought he was scared stiff by Chu Zhen's momentum, and their faces showed a mixture of schadenfreude.

"Whoosh"

But just as Chu Zhen approached, Chu Feng suddenly waved his sleeve, and a powerful aura burst forth from his body.

The aura hit Chu Zhen, making him momentarily stunned, as he felt a killing intent in it.

"Whoosh"

Taking advantage of Chu Zhen's momentary daze, Chu Feng suddenly struck with a palm, so fast that before anyone could react, it had already hit Chu Zhen's chest.

"Bang" The palm struck, and Chu Zhen immediately felt his blood surge, and a sharp pain shot through his chest.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" Before he could react, Chu Feng had already struck several more times, each hitting its mark.

"Ugh" Chu Zhen let out a loud cry, his legs buckling, and he fell to his knees before Chu Feng, then collapsed to the ground.

"This..."

This scene left everyone speechless, as they never expected Chu Feng to have such explosive power.

But what they didn't know was that this was still the result of Chu Feng holding back. Otherwise, he could have killed Chu Zhen with just one palm.

"Are you at the Fourth Level of Spirit Martial Arts?" At this moment, Chu Wei spoke, his eyes fixed on Chu Feng, filled with shock.

"What? Fourth Level of Spirit Martial Arts?"

When Chu Wei said this, people finally realized that to defeat someone at the Third Level of Spirit Martial Arts without using a martial technique, one indeed needed the strength of the Fourth Level of Spirit Martial Arts.

However, when the term "Fourth Level of Spirit Martial Arts" was associated with Chu Feng, people found it hard to believe and accept.

Not just them, even Chu Yue's eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, her face full of surprise.

Chu Feng ignored everyone and walked straight to the table, picked up the three Spirit Grasses, and then headed for the door.

"Stop right there. In a family sparring match, you used such heavy hands. What are your intentions?" But at that moment, a loud voice suddenly rang out.

Looking over, Chu Cheng was already supporting Chu Zhen, but his face was full of anger, as his brother had been beaten so badly, which he could not tolerate.

"What? Remembering I'm part of the Chu family now? You didn't say that before, did you?" Chu Feng smiled calmly and said, "Besides, you said that in a fight, there are no eyes in the fists and feet. If someone gets hurt, don't blame anyone. What's the matter now? Can't you take a loss?"

"Bullshit, how can I not take a loss? You deliberately used heavy hands." Chu Zhen gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and shouted.

As the victim, he knew very well that Chu Feng's first palm had already defeated him, but Chu Feng had then struck several more times, clearly to humiliate him.

Hearing this, Chu Feng smiled again: "I, Chu Feng, have just reached the Fourth Level of Spirit Martial Arts and am not very familiar with my own strength."

"Your martial technique was so strong earlier, so I naturally didn't dare to take it lightly and used all my strength."

"Who would have thought you were just a paper tiger, so weak that you couldn't withstand a single blow. I overestimated you."

"You..." Hearing Chu Feng's words, Chu Zhen's face turned pale, and he was so angry that he almost vomited.

Not only had he been defeated by someone everyone considered a waste, but he was also publicly humiliated, which he found unbearable.

However, no matter how unwilling he was, he had nothing to say, because the rules they had set earlier were indeed established by the two brothers.

"Chu Feng, don't be too arrogant. If you have the guts, fight me." At this moment, another member of the Chu family stepped forward.

"Oh? You want to spar with me too? Fine, let's use the Spirit Grass as the stake. Dare you?" Chu Feng gestured to the man.

"You..."

This person, like Chu Zhen, had joined the Azure Dragon Sect with Chu Feng, but his strength was not as good as Chu Zhen's.

If he were to fight Chu Feng, he would dare, but if the Spirit Grass was the stake, he really didn't dare.

"Who else wants to step forward? You can, as long as you're willing to use the Spirit Grass as the stake."

Chu Feng scanned the crowd, but no one dared to meet his gaze. They weren't afraid of Chu Feng, but they really couldn't afford to use the Spirit Grass as the stake, as it was their lifeline.

"Chu Feng, don't go too far." Finally, Chu Wei spoke.

"What? Does Big Brother Chu Wei also want to spar with me? If I'm not mistaken, you are five years older than me."

"If you don't mind being accused of bullying the young, I don't mind sparring with you. After all, if I lose, it's not embarrassing, and if I win, it's a big gain, right?"

Hearing Chu Feng's words, Chu Wei clenched his fists but said nothing more.

Chu Feng was right; unlike Chu Cheng and Chu Zhen, who were roughly the same age as him, he was different.

He was no longer a young man, and at his age, even if he won against Chu Feng, people would talk, so he couldn't act.

Seeing that most people in the hall had lowered their heads, Chu Feng suddenly laughed, a happy laugh. But just before he turned to leave, he said:

"Before I go, I'll leave you two phrases: one is 'self-righteous,' and the other is 'self-humiliated.' As for their meanings, you can ponder them yourselves." With that, Chu Feng left the hall, walking away with a swagger.

At that moment, the atmosphere in the mansion became extremely awkward. They had intended to make Chu Feng look foolish, but instead, he had humiliated them, and in front of several outsiders, which made them feel utterly humiliated.

What they found hardest to accept, however, was Chu Feng's strength. They had thought Chu Feng was the most useless person in the Chu family, but now he had reached the Fourth Level of Spirit Martial Arts, surpassing many others, which they found very shameful.

Chu Feng left the mansion, feeling extremely satisfied. He had been bullied by these people since he was young, and today he finally got to bully them back.

In fact, it wasn't bullying; Chu Feng was just being forced to do it. But no matter what, Chu Feng felt extremely gratified.

"Brother Chu Feng." But before Chu Feng had walked far, a sweet voice called out from behind, and it was Chu Yue.