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Seeing that neither of them had any objections, Feng Zhenghao nodded in agreement.

His main purpose in inviting Zhou Fengliu was to see if Zhou Fengliu's strength was as great as Feng Shayan had said. Therefore, he also specially invited Jia Zhengyu, a master of artifacts from the western region.

He led Zhou Fengliu and Jia Zhengyu to a relatively open space, and then let the two of them show off their skills.

"bring it on."

Jia Zhengyu stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a master. He did not use any magical manipulation techniques, probably because he felt it was unnecessary to deal with a nobody like him.

Seeing Jia Zhengyu's imposing aura, Zhang Chulan, who was watching, became slightly worried about Zhou Fengliu's safety.

"Won't this hurt you?"

"Hehe, Chu Lan, don't worry. Master Jia knows his limits, and I believe that Brother Fengliu also knows his limits. It's just a normal sparring match."

Feng Zhenghao smiled like a cunning fox as he spoke.

Just as the two were talking, Zhou Fengliu didn't tolerate this Master Jia. He took a few steps closer, went up and used a backhand punch to send Jia Zhengyu flying.

The speed was so fast that even Zhang Chulan and the others in the spectator stands didn't react in time.

What is that?

It flew out in a flash?

"Master Jia, don't hold back." Zhou Fengliu waved his hand, his gaze falling on Jia Zhengyu, who had just completed three and a half somersaults.

At this moment, Jia Zhengyu was completely dumbfounded. He swayed as he stood up from the ground, staring at Zhou Fengliu in disbelief, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

What is that...?

He's a lightning bolt from the West! A master of Western artifact manipulation, yet this guy shows him no respect whatsoever, launching a sneak attack right off the bat, bullying this nearly thirty-year-old man...

"Fine, fine..." Jia Zhengyu was a little angry. He put on airs and decided to be serious.

"Come here!"

"You think I'll just go because you tell me to?"

Zhou Fengliu said that he wasn't stupid. He could tell what kind of martial arts Jia Zhengyu was going to use. He saw Jia Zhengyu use his Qi to pull out a short, straight blade from his backpack and hold it in his hand.

Great sword...

When this weapon, called the Great Sword, appears in Zhou Fengliu's hands, it means that the scales of victory in this battle will completely tip in his favor.

Swish-

Zhou Fengliu brandished his greatsword twice in the open space...

"?" Feng Zhenghao was somewhat puzzled by Zhou Fengliu's actions.

What does this mean?

Didn't we agree to control the object?

Upon seeing this, Zhang Chulan, who was standing beside him, raised an eyebrow, and long-buried memories surfaced in his mind.

The night he was kidnapped by Quanxing, this man used some unknown method to make him teleport instantly!

...

P.S.: I'm begging for everything, please, please. The humble author is online, sobbing.

Chapter 23 Zhou Fengliu: Did I give the Ten Elders a huge challenge? (First Update)

What's this kid up to?

Before Jia Zhengyu, who was in the middle of the battle, could figure out what Zhou Fengliu was doing with his weapon, he suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Fengliu, kneeling on the ground and grabbing Zhou Fengliu's blade with both hands.

"?"

when?

The people present were all somewhat surprised by the sudden change.

Space travel?

The moment Feng Zhenghao saw the change before him, this method flashed through his mind, and he subconsciously glanced at his daughter.

His daughter, Feng Shayan, also knew this method of traversing space, but... she couldn't transport others to her presence as quickly as Zhou Fengliu.

This Zhou Fengliu... he's got some tricks up his sleeve.

A glint of light flashed beneath Feng Zhenghao's round-framed glasses.

...

"What kind of trick is this?" Jia Zhengyu realized that he had appeared under Zhou Fengliu's blade without him noticing, and he was somewhat flustered.

"Hey, Master Jia, why did you take my knife?" Zhou Fengliu looked very surprised, then swung his left hand in a wide arc and gave Jia Zhengyu a big slap.

In an instant, Jia Zhengyu transformed into a kite with a broken string, flying out in a graceful parabola, tumbling and jumping two and a half times on the ground before coming to a stop.

"..."

It's simple, straightforward, and incredibly satisfying.

Zhou Fengliu has become somewhat fond of the feeling of slapping others in the face. He doesn't need any Qi to enhance it; it's just a simple slapping, with the main focus being minimal harm but extremely strong humiliation.

"You...you actually hit me."

Jia Zhengyu was somewhat embarrassed and angry. He originally thought this would be a sure-fire beatdown, but who would have thought that this young man in front of him... would play dirty tricks.

"Sparring is bound to have its share of bumps and bruises," Zhou Fengliu said, stroking his chin.

"..."

"Okay, okay... bumps and bruises, right?"

Jia Zhengyu stopped pretending and laid his cards on the table.

If he doesn't make Zhou Fengliu bleed today, where will his face be? How will he face the World Society after that?

He pulled out two slender and sharp black weapons, preparing to use his magical abilities to teach Zhou Fengliu a lesson about the immensity of the world.

Unfortunately... Zhou Fengliu didn't seem to want to compete with him in terms of manipulating objects.

Zhou Fengliu brandished his greatsword once more, and Jia Zhengyu once again knelt on the ground, catching the blade with his bare hands.

"..."

"?"

"Again?"

Zhou Fengliu gave Master Jia another hard time without any hesitation, and the events of two minutes ago were brought back to life before everyone's eyes.

Um...

More than once.

twice...

several times.

"You little brat, if you've got the guts, make me stand up! I'll stab you to death."

“I didn’t do anything, Master, you can stand up if you want to…” Zhou Fengliu continued to use his greatsword, and then gave Master Jia another big punch.

"Grass, mud, horse."

Simple foul language, ultimate enjoyment—from Master Jia's perfectly enunciated profanity, it's clear that Jia Zhengyu's anger has subsided.

He no longer cared about the reputation of any master.

of course.

After being bombarded with these waves of intense confrontations, he seems to have lost all face in the World Society.

As the spectators watched Zhou Fengliu toss Jia Zhengyu around like a ping-pong ball, sending him flying back and forth, they felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through their minds.

This doesn't look like some kind of duel between extraordinary individuals... it looks more like two street thugs fighting...

Zhang Chulan, standing to the side, covered his mouth. He wanted to laugh, but he had to hold it in in front of the leader of the World Society.

He felt he could hold back; after all, given his status as an Outcast, he was capable of hiding in the real world for so long, so he was definitely a professional and could control his emotions. He felt that no matter how funny the situation was, he wouldn't laugh.

Um...

Is such that.

When he saw Master Jia fly out again, standing up like a pig's head and shouting, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"?"

His smile instantly caught the attention of Feng Zhenghao and Feng Shayan.

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help it... I'll restrain myself, sorry, sorry, it really was a bit..."

Zhang Chulan immediately realized his loss of composure, but there was nothing he could do. Even if those two policemen were in his place, they would have been unable to contain themselves upon seeing a fight of this magnitude.

"It's alright, there's no point in continuing like this." Feng Zhenghao smiled, feeling that the battle had become meaningless.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhou Fengliu, who was in the middle of the battle, once again brandished his greatsword. The next second, Feng Zhenghao, one of the Ten Elders, appeared under Zhou Fengliu's blade, kneeling down, ready to catch the blade with his bare hands.

"?"

“Father??” Feng Shayan was startled when she saw Feng Zhenghao’s figure appear in the battle. Then she turned her head and glanced at Feng Zhenghao, who should have been in the spectator stands.

How come the person is gone?

It just suddenly went down?

Before she could finish being surprised, she saw Zhou Fengliu in the middle of the battle strike smoothly and then deliver a powerful backhand blow to Feng Zhenghao.

As for Feng Zhenghao, he had been firmly in control of the move of catching a blade barehanded, but he was forced to take this huge blow.

"..."

"Holy crap, Brother Liu!"

Zhou Fengliu: "..."

Feng Shayan: "..."

Feng Zhenghao: "..."