Translator: Cinder Translations
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"Third stage of Internal Strength."
Li Tong, wearing a red-patterned white robe, calmly shook his head and continued walking, brushing past the person who tried to block his path.
Step!
A figure in a cyan qipao detached from the group.
"Flame Tiger Sect, Lin Xiaoyun."
The calm voice fell, and red and white light erupted simultaneously.
The gray floor tiles cracked inch by inch as the two in the third stage of Internal Strength clashed, with debris flying everywhere, creating quite a commotion.
Passersby had already stopped to watch, and even flying vehicles hovered in midair, as if someone was looking down from above.
"Let's go."
Chen Feng's tone suddenly became calm as he signaled Xu Tingxiao to follow his master.
He had already understood what was happening.
It was most likely the Flying Dragon Sect stirring trouble from behind, not wanting them to smoothly participate in the Martial Arts Conference.
At that moment, the sound of footsteps and the thudding of battle overlapped.
The blonde woman, who was about to leave, grew interested. She sat in the vehicle, watching the third wave of enemies arrive.
"This is interesting."
She looked ahead as several figures walked from the opposite side of the road.
At the forefront were two elderly men, both dressed in ancient-style robes.
The fatter one on the left had a bear embroidered on his clothes, while the thinner one on the right had a flying bird.
Behind them stood four men in similar robes, aged between thirty and forty, all at the third stage of Internal Strength.
"Old Li, long time no see."
The six of them blocked their way, and the thinner elder spoke first.
Li Tong's gaze wavered, and he stopped.
"Have you also sided with the Flying Dragon Sect?"
He asked, sounding somewhat unwilling to believe it.
"It's been thirty years, the world has changed a lot."
"Face reality."
The thinner elder sighed, and Li Tong fell into silence upon hearing this.
"Go back."
The elder spoke again, trying to persuade him. Li Tong remained silent.
It wasn't until the fatter elder showed impatience that Li Tong finally raised his head and glanced at the land—his homeland, which he hadn't seen in thirty years.
"A disciple not present, and yet you can force me back."
"Tell me, how should the Flame Tiger Sect survive in the future?"
His tone was calm, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
The thinner elder furrowed his brow slightly, and the fatter elder cursed aloud.
"Why waste words with him?"
"He ran away 30 years ago; he'll do so again."
Roar!!!
A giant bear's illusory image appeared, and the elder ruthlessly attacked, charging directly at Li Tong.
The thinner elder sighed, but still followed along, no longer holding back.
Bang!!!
True intent manifested as the red tiger's strength clashed with the giant bear, biting the flying bird.
Shockwaves surged out, and Xu Tingxiao was already stunned, frozen in place.
Weren't they supposed to attend the Martial Arts Conference?
Why was this happening?
Step, step, step, step!
Before he could recover, a rapid series of footsteps approached.
The four who had been blocking their path at the third stage of Internal Strength had already split to surround them.
"Senior Brother Sun, what should we do?"
"Heh, just break their limbs. Don't cause any fatalities."
"Alright."
The four exchanged words, as though they had already decided the fate of Chen Feng and Xu Tingxiao.
Xu Tingxiao's face turned red, filled with humiliation.
Just as he was about to rage and fight back, he felt a heavy sensation on his shoulder, followed by a light pat.
"I'm still here."
The calm voice startled Xu Tingxiao.
He instinctively opened his mouth to say something but was suddenly engulfed in darkness as all light was blocked.
Buzz!!!
A powerful force exploded, and a pillar of flames erupted into the world.
The surrounding air twisted as a third-stage practitioner was struck in the chest by the force and sent flying, crashing through a nearby guardrail.
The other three were slightly stunned. The next second, a tiger's roar erupted!
Roar!!!
The tiger leapt forward, and deep crimson light flashed.
It was as if flames wrapped around the palm, and Chen Feng, with a cold expression, struck, landing a blow on another person's arms as they barely raised them to block.
Bang!!!
A violent shockwave pushed the person back, their legs carving deep grooves into the ground as they slid for several meters.
"In... internal Law Unity."
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his face pale. The other two quickly regained their senses and moved forward.
Fast!
Roar!
The bird screeched, and the giant bear roared.
White and brown energy enveloped their fists and feet. The two third-stage practitioners had fierce expressions, attacking with full force, their strikes landing on Chen Feng's back of the head and chest without any resistance.
Bang!!!
Clothes shredded, and white energy exploded.
"Got him!"
The two closed in, their eyes full of savagery.
But the next moment...
Buzz!
Chen Feng's skin instantly turned a bronze hue, and he remained completely still, glancing sideways, looking down at the two men.
Without saying a word, a powerful rebound shock quietly surged, freezing the expressions on both men's faces.
He reached out and grabbed the neck of the person in front of him.
With a single arm, he lifted him up, then kicked behind him, landing a blow to his spine.
Boom!!!
A muffled explosion rang out, but Chen Feng remained unmoved.
On the other hand, the person who had been kicked in the back changed his expression slightly, feeling his right leg numb and sore, a bead of cold sweat sliding down his face.
"Why do you choose to be someone's dog?"
Chen Feng ignored the attack from behind, coldly staring at the man whose throat he was gripping.
White energy surged, but his hand remained unyielding like a vice, unable to budge even an inch.
The scene fell into silence, the only sound was the desperate gasping and struggling.
"Everyone! Attack together!!"
The person who had been sent flying by the shockwave earlier stood up; his chest burned black.
If it weren't for his cultivation in strengthening techniques, he might have really fallen.
He quickly rushed forward like a giant bear, his arms covered in brown energy, bringing down an attack like a giant axe.
Bang!!!
A punch landed on Chen Feng's forehead, causing his head to tilt.
He looked sideways at the attacker, and the man's expression changed slightly. A cracking sound came from his arm.
"That's the Bronze Statue technique!"
"This kid's Bronze Statue technique might have reached perfection!!"
The person behind him, whose arm had cracked, cursed for not mentioning it earlier. He quickly stepped back, preparing to unleash energy for a combined attack.
However, the next second...
Crack.
The retreating motion suddenly halted as the tiles underfoot exploded.
A powerful, sturdy hand reached out and grabbed him by the crown of his head.
The sound of cracking bones filled the air as a taller young man looked down indifferently, applying more and more force with his hand.
"To kill you is no different from stepping on an ant."
As the words fell, immense force erupted.
Crack!
A crack appeared in the man's skull, and the Giant Bear Sect man's face changed dramatically, showing fear and panic.
"Stop!!!"
The fat elder, who was still fighting with Li Tong, became furious and rushed to assist.
However, in the next second, he saw Li Tong standing in front of him with a smiling expression, while the Red Tiger behind him roared angrily toward the sky.
Buzz!!!
A huge wave of energy turned into a fireball, exploding midair with a tremendous force.
Step, step, step!
The fat elder's robe was scorched black as he slid backward, barely managing to suppress the shockwave. He looked up, his face full of anger, only to see his disciple pinned down by immense force, his knees bent as he knelt on the ground.
Boom!!!
The tiles cracked under the impact as Chen Feng released his left hand. His right arm bent like a drawn bow.
The man he was holding by the neck turned pale with terror. The next moment, he felt a rush of wind as a powerful gust approached.
Bang!
He was smashed face-first into the ground, creating a human-shaped crater, with blood seeping out.
Crack!
The sound of his nasal bones cracking continued as Chen Feng's figure flashed, moving like the wind.
Whoosh!!!
The shockwave burst out, and the Flame Blast Style erupted.
In an instant, the man whose right leg had been injured lost his balance and was sent sliding backward.
Before he could react, he felt his left leg seized by an iron grip, and his body suddenly lost weight.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
Chen Feng swung his opponent around like a hammer, smashing the ground into rubble, sending fragments flying in all directions.
Even the hardest skull couldn't withstand such a brutal assault, and blood sprayed like petals falling to the ground.
Seeing this, the last third-stage practitioner no longer hesitated.
His arms, still aching from the previous block, and his chest, feeling shaken from the impact, made him grimace.
He quickly stepped back, preparing to retreat.
However, the next second...
A body, knocked unconscious from being swung around, was thrown at him like an arrow, speeding toward him with tremendous force, cutting through the air.
His expression turned grim, and he quickly gathered his energy, preparing to block and catch the incoming force.
Whoosh!!!
In the span of a breath, a roar of white energy exploded as if a giant tiger was pouncing.
The light behind him was completely blocked, and a massive shadow cast over the ground in front of him.
"Spare m-"
Boom!!!
With a violent punch, all pleas for mercy were shattered. Chen Feng stepped forward, his right foot stomping down on the opponent's head, grinding it into the shattered floor tiles.
His bronzed body gleamed in everyone's eyes, his upper body ripped apart, leaving only tattered cloth strips.
But oddly enough, no one thought of him as looking pathetic.
Instead, their gazes were intense, some shocked, some curious, as they watched him tilt his head, revealing a menacing smile, his face full of murderous intent as he locked eyes with the two True Intent elders.
"Two old dogs."
"How about you just step up and try?"
Crack!
As he spoke, he exerted force with his foot, and the opponent's skull cracked further, causing the floor cracks to rapidly spread.
"You brat!"
The fat elder roared, having never been so humiliated.
He tried to strike again, but suddenly, a tiny silver light darted out, stopping just beside his temple.
Cold sweat dripped down his face, his pupils constricting.
Chen Feng's gaze also sharpened as he looked toward the source.
At that moment, a car slowly drove up and stopped at the side of the road.
With a click, the car door opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit stepped out.
"Sorry, I'm late."
He smiled lightly, with two bodyguards following him.
The tiny silver light dart automatically withdrew and quickly merged into one of the bodyguard's briefcases.
"Let me introduce myself, I am Zhou Zhixiong."
He extended his hand, completely ignoring the two True Intent elders, and stood in front of Li Tong, offering his hand.
"Old Chu specifically told me to take good care of you, it's a pleasure."
As his words landed, the scene fell silent.
The two blocking True Intent elders' faces darkened, while Li Tong chuckled and shook his hand.
"I've heard much about Councilman Zhou, it's an honor."
Nearby, the security guards, who had previously ignored everything, suddenly showed signs of concern as they looked on with slightly changed expressions.
Click, click, click.
The sound of footsteps grew louder, and soon the leader, sweating profusely, walked up to Zhou Zhixiong.
"Councilman Zhou, my subordinate really didn't know you were acquainted with these people, it's just that Councilman Fang..."
Slap!
Two slaps rang out as Zhou Zhixiong shook his hand.
"Do I really need to teach you how to handle things?"
"No!"
The slapped security captain no longer tried to shirk responsibility and quickly stood straight, saying, "There were people gathering and causing trouble, damaging public property!"
"Get them all arrested!"
After giving the orders, the situation suddenly shifted.
Half-modified human guards, armed with guns, surrounded the two True Intent elders, as well as the other six who were either severely injured or unconscious.
Drones in the sky rotated their gun barrels, locking onto them with special ammunition and red dot scanning.
Seeing this scene, a blonde woman sitting in the car by the side of the road gave a curious glance at Chen Feng and the others.
"So Zhou Zhixiong is backing them up."
Though he was just a regular provincial councilor, his connections included a representative and even someone managing the outer city districts.
"Miss, we've looked into it. It seems these people belong to the Heavenly Flame Tiger Sect, a major martial arts faction that left Yun Port thirty years ago."
"They've come from Nanjiang, likely to participate in this Southern Martial Arts Conference."
The assistant was well aware of her intentions and had already mobilized the group's resources to investigate Chen Feng and the others' identities.
"Oh? The Flame Tiger Sect, no wonder."
"So, it's the Flying Dragon Sect behind this?"
Her tone was flat, and her assistant nodded quickly.
"Heh, they only know how to use underhanded tricks."
She shook her head and, sensing a gaze from that direction, finally withdrew her attention, losing interest.
"Let's go."
Buzz!
A convoy of Lai Lao Si vehicles slowly left, and Chen Feng squinted.
Not sensing any malice, he withdrew his gaze and looked around.
Several security guards, holding guns, glanced awkwardly at him. The man whose head was being stomped on had already passed out in humiliation.
Crack!
Chen Feng lifted his foot, dispersing the power of the Giant Tiger technique, and his posture gradually returned to normal.
Zhao Jushan and Lin Xiaoyun, having also finished their battles, walked over with similar movements.
"Master, Senior Brother."
Xu Tingxiao still had a look of shock on his face, holding a large black coat in his hand.
"Hmm."
Chen Feng nodded and took the coat, putting it on.
Zhao Jushan and Lin Xiaoyun both looked at him with admiration, especially Lin Xiaoyun, who, as someone at the third stage of entry, could better understand just how exaggerated the battle they had witnessed was.
Confirming that no one was seriously injured, Chen Feng led them toward Li Tong.
The two blocking True Intent elders' faces darkened, but in the end, they didn't dare make a move because of the Provincial Council's authority.
Zhou Zhixiong, the councilor, glanced at them with an appreciative look, he was middle aged with a slightly plump frame.
He smiled and asked Li Tong, "Is this your prized disciple?"
"Yes, my eldest disciple, he's not very promising, sorry to disappoint you, Councilman Zhou."
"Heh, if he's not promising, then there aren't many promising ones in the entire martial arts world."
Zhou Zhixiong intentionally flattered him, and at Chen Feng's nod, he respectfully greeted.
During this, Chen Feng's senses sharpened as he noticed the two bodyguards behind Zhou Zhixiong. Their energy was very strong.
Glancing at their briefcases, he realized that the silver dart from earlier, which had forced back the True Intent experts, was now stored inside.
This was an entirely different method from martial arts sects—it clearly combined with technology.
"Let's go, I'll take you to the conference location."
"Thank you, Councilman Zhou."
Li Tong exchanged a few words with Zhou Zhixiong before they got into the car and left.
The high-speed train station was bustling and noisy as always.
Witnessing this, someone's eyes glinted, and a pinhole device in their hand recorded the earlier battle footage.
"The Flame Tiger Sect, huh."
(End of the Chapter)
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