"What, feeling defiant?" Zhao Hu sneered. "I'll give you three days. Meet me here then. If you can withstand three of my moves, I'll forget everything that happened before."
"Three moves?" Zhao Feng raised an eyebrow.
"Hmph, as if I'd be afraid of you!"
"Then in three days, just wait here to take three punches from me, hahaha!"
With that, Zhao Hu laughed and turned away.
The crowd of onlookers, having seen enough drama, began to disperse as well.
Zhao Feng, troubled by the sudden confrontation, left to find a quiet place to train.
He didn't notice a figure quietly following him!
...
The vibrant world of martial arts belongs only to the strong and the talented.
For most martial disciples, the day is monotonous and dull.
Zhao Feng stood before a wooden post, assuming a horse stance, methodically striking the post, producing dull thuds with each punch.
After some investigation, Chu Feng learned that martial arts are divided into nine stages.
The first three stages are the Body Tempering Realm, where practitioners must start with the basics, hardening their flesh.
Thus, training in this realm is like a monk's ascetic practice, which from a modern perspective, seems like self-torture!
Zhao Feng trained as usual, with a pure heart, focused solely on his punches.
To outsiders, Zhao Feng's day seemed uneventful.
However, with his Supreme Dual Eyes, Chu Feng noticed that Zhao Feng's aura occasionally revealed a pitch-black death light.
This death light, containing an ominous power, was a sign of impending bloodshed!
Yet beside the death light, a golden dragon constantly flowed.
"A mix of great misfortune and great fortune."
"He's to be reborn through calamity!"
"Who else but a protagonist's golden finger could save him?"
"Looks like I wasn't wrong!"
"He is indeed the Heavenly Eyed!"
Chu Feng was more certain of Zhao Feng's identity, feeling a surge of excitement, but quickly suppressed it with rationality.
Now wasn't the time to act!
The Zhao clan strictly forbids infighting. Even if he could defeat Zhao Feng, the high-ranking Zhao clan members would bring him trouble.
He had to wait for the right moment...
As dusk settled, dark clouds gathered.
A cold wind, carrying a sense of unease, brushed against Chu Feng's face, making him frown.
He looked up to see a massive cloud formation with lightning flickering within, like thunder dragons entwining. A sudden thunderclap made his ears ring and his chest feel stuffy.
This oppressive atmosphere made Chu Feng sense that something unusual was about to happen!
Not far away, the voices of anxious youths could be heard.
"This lightning is terrifying. Could this be a test from the mission?"
"We chose the martial world, not a doomsday scenario, right?"
"Who knows? Check the system's instructions. The mission requires us to survive."
"Could a martial saint be transcending a tribulation?"
"Let's hide first!"
Some Super Eyed individuals, seeing this phenomenon, were panicking and discussing with their allies.
Since they were in Zhao clan territory, surrounded by allies, many Super Eyed didn't bother hiding their identities. But to Chu Feng, this was unwise.
Zhao Feng, seeing the changing weather, hesitated before packing up and heading home.
Chu Feng kept his distance, quietly following.
Under normal circumstances, Zhao Feng might have noticed someone tailing him.
But the thunder masked all other sounds, providing Chu Feng the perfect opportunity to sneak around!
Most Super Eyed were returning home, with many forming groups to discuss disaster preparedness...
"None of these Super Eyed know about the Heavenly Eyed."
"So they won't link the weather change to the Heavenly Eyed's emergence..."
"For now, I'm the only one taking action!"
Chu Feng's eyes sparkled, feeling he had a golden opportunity!
The fierce lightning scared off many Super Eyed.
The entire Zhao clan was eerily quiet in the pouring rain, favoring Chu Feng's upcoming actions!
...
Soon, Zhao Feng stopped at a wooden house, hesitated, then entered.
Chu Feng quietly moved to the side of the house, finding a corner to wait for the next development.
"Xiaofeng, you're soaked from the rain. Let me get you some dry clothes," Zhao Feng's mother, Madam Zhao, said. "You must be tired from a day's training. I made your favorite salted tofu..."
Inside, Madam Zhao's caring voice revealed her as a loving mother.
But Zhao Feng remained silent, seemingly troubled.
Just then, Zhao Feng's father spoke: "Xiaofeng, if you can't enter the inner sect in three months, it's okay. We can return to the branch family..."
Before he could finish, Zhao Feng shouted angrily.
"No, I won't give up!"
The door suddenly burst open, and Zhao Feng dashed into the rainy night.
"Feng'er..." His parents' anxious calls followed.
Chu Feng's eyes lit up.
"The moment has come!"
...
As Zhao Feng ran into the rain, he suddenly stopped, looking up.
The sky was filled with lightning, as if the entire world was surrounded by thunder!
A deadly feeling surged through Zhao Feng, making him want to flee!
However,
The next second!
A massive thunderbolt, as thick as a barrel, struck Zhao Feng!
His world plunged into darkness...
As his consciousness faded, Zhao Feng saw a pitch-black eyeball at his feet, staring at him.
Before he could react, the eyeball suddenly entered his pupil!
Amidst the chaotic rain, footsteps approached.
In his last conscious moment, Zhao Feng heard a boy about his age muttering nearby:
"Finally found you!"