The onlookers' eyes gleamed as they watched Chu Feng wield his sword. Many of them struggled to comprehend the Realm of his martial prowess.
After all, the majority of the students' time was spent absorbing Qi and tempering their bodies, a process requiring patience and persistent effort.
Rare were those who could carve out time to cultivate their Martial Techniques to minor achievement.
To their eyes, Chu Feng's movements appeared seamless and complete, radiating beauty, yet they couldn't articulate what made it beautiful.
Only in actual combat could they see.
Turns out Chu Feng's Sword Technique had already reached a high Realm, surpassing even his mastery of the sword!
Those moves, sharp as silk, swift as the wind, and as forceful as a wave, were absolutely terrifying.
Imagining themselves in the fray, the crowd felt a suffocating sense that there was no capacity or courage to resist.
Some of the girls watching began to blush with hearts fluttering and bosoms heaving dramatically, their faces reddening.
Dressed in loose martial arts uniforms, their slender legs involuntarily crossed and rubbed together slightly.
This was an era fraught with dangers, but it was also an era where personal heroism ruled everything!
Immense power was a far more potent allure than good looks!
Not to mention, Chu Feng had both in spades!
His powerful and dashing figure was etched deeply into the girls' hearts!
...
The audience watched the duel with a mix of fear and admiration, falling silent.
All that remained were the sounds of combat with laughter and screams.
Those who had boasted loudly had now closed their mouths, watching the breathtaking battle with trembling fear.
The leader, in particular, stared at the longsword in Chu Feng's hand being roughly wielded, his entire face turning a shade of green that verged on blue, nearly dropping to his knees.
His expression twisted in agony, he extended his trembling hands and whimpered softly,
"My precious sword… Please, not so roughly!
"It's about to break!"
It's said that flags should not carelessly be raised.
With a sharp and crisp "clang", the beleaguered longsword in Chu Feng's hands proved no match for the immense force.
Amid a shower of sparks, it suddenly snapped, the top half flying off!
The crowd erupted in chaos!
"Damn, the sword broke!"
"What kind of trashy sword is that, to even be wielded by Brother Chu Feng, ah!"
"Chu Feng is in danger!"
Across from him, Wang Erbao sensed a break in Chu Feng's assault and was immediately elated!
The long knife in his hand was a gift from Wang Weiguo, made from the same batch of special alloy as Chu Feng's Tang Sword, durable and reliable.
The "borrowed" longsword was just a slightly better weapon at the Martial Apprentice stage, completely unable to withstand their fierce engagement.
As soon as the sword broke, Wang Erbao felt assured of victory!
"Haha Mad Dog Chu, meet your end… Damn it!"
With a laugh, he moved forward to repay the humiliation he had endured.
But he was shocked to see Chu Feng casually toss away the hilt and stretch out his arm.
With a pinch of his fingers, he miraculously caught the flying broken blade in mid-air!
Then, his slender figure dashed ghost-like into Erbao's embrace!
Before anyone could react, the broken sword first slashed across Wang Erbao's wrist.
His grip weakened, and the knife fell from his hand.
Immediately following, Chu Feng performed an elegant spin, and the sword light flashed.
The broken sword, held between his fingers, came to a stop at the front of Erbao's throat!
The sword transformed from swift as the wind to immovable as a mountain, but the sharp sword wind quietly pierced the skin at Wang Erbao's throat.
A trickle of blood seeped from the small cut.
The arena fell silent at once, as everyone widened their eyes, shocked by the dazzling maneuver!
Wang Erbao felt a slight sting at his neck and stood frozen in place.
The dramatic transition from extreme motion to stillness seemed effortless on Chu Feng.
With the broken sword steady as a rock between his fingers, he was not the least bit out of breath, smiling as he whispered,
"Erbao, are you convinced? Are you conceding? If you concede, shout three times, 'Brother-in-law is awesome!'"
"Go to hell! Mad Dog Chu, don't you even think about it!" Wang Erbao glared,
"I'd rather be killed by you, fall from the top of a building,
"than utter that filthy, vulgar, despicable, shameless title!"
Chu Feng pursed his lips and casually threw away the broken sword, "Can't handle the game, little brat!"
Wang Erbao, fuming, flailed his arms: "You motherf…"
Before he could finish, the arena burst into sudden explosive screams and cheers!
"Wow!"
"That move was so cool!"
"Awesome!!"
"Ahh ahh ahh Chu Feng I want to have your babies!!"
"Big bro, teach me, please teach me!"
"..."
...
The screams of the crowd almost flipped the roof of the Martial Arts Hall!
Even the pedestrians outside heard the thunderous cheers and looked at the Martial Arts Hall with bewildered faces.
Chu Feng smiled, knowing that he couldn't practice his Martial Arts today.
He was planning to leave and go have a heart-to-heart with Wang Weiguo.
Suddenly, a graceful figure emerged from the crowd and stood in front of him.
Chu Feng looked up in astonishment—it was one of the most beautiful girls in their level, named Qin Xueqing.
Her long hair was tied into a neat high ponytail, with two strands hanging beside her cheeks.
The delicate oval face was lightly made-up, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, a finely-shaped nose, and cherry-red lips.
The girl, who had just finished practicing Martial Techniques, had snowy cheeks tinged with a delicate pink, and her forehead was covered with fine sweat.
The loose martial arts uniform she wore gave her an air of dashing elegance, and a faint scent of young girl's fragrance wafted into Chu Feng's nostrils.
Her two small white hands were clasped tightly together, so much that the nails turned white.
Her beautiful big eyes were shy and timid but still bravely met Chu Feng's gaze.
—At a glance, she was like a little garden after the snow, clear and beautiful.
Seeing Qin Xueqing run to Chu Feng, her several besties were shocked: "She really went for it, huh!"
Others stopped making noise and stared at the two of them in a daze.
Chu Feng gently pushed Wang Erbao away and smiled warmly, causing the love-struck girls to scream secretly:
"Hello, Classmate Qin, may I ask what's up?"
Qin Xueqing suppressed her pounding heart, took a deep breath, and with courage, asked softly:
"Chu Feng, I... I like you, can you be my boyfriend?"
"Wow—"
"Ohhh—"
"My god, this girl's got guts, she really said it ah ah ah!"
"Congratulations, hahaha!"
The surrounding students erupted, forming a large circle around the two and clapping wildly in celebration.
"Together, together, together!"
"Say yes, say yes, say yes!"
"..."
...
For a moment, all eyes in the Martial Arts Hall were focused on Chu Feng.
Surprise, joy, envy, jealousy... all sorts of emotions were more than plentiful.
The intense scrutiny made Chu Feng feel quite helpless.
Although the girl's brave public confession made him feel a bit awkward and unable to step down, he also felt a hint of pride and a flutter in his heart.
It even started stirring feelings that had lain dormant for so long.
However, as someone with a mental age far beyond his appearance, he couldn't just yet accept such a green and pure girl.
Not to mention having a pure relationship with a middle school girl might lead to certain unspeakable happenings...
Just thinking about it made him feel almost criminal; he simply couldn't get past that personal barrier!
What's crucial is that in this dangerous world, strength must come first!
He had to focus all his efforts on enhancing his own strength, and thus emotions had to take a back seat.
Perhaps it sounded too utilitarian—
In a life fraught with uncertainty and battle, if he were to be with someone, he would choose someone who could be of use to him.
Firstly, he definitely needed to fully understand the person because the golden finger would make his strength leap by great strides.
If he didn't understand the other person and became close with them carelessly, it posed the risk of being backstabbed, having his secrets uncovered, and being targeted by enemies once again.
Secondly, that person must be able to keep up with his pace!
As a comrade-in-arms, a supporter, or a healer... fighting alongside him, licking each other's wounds after the battle.
Clearly, no such person existed in the uncertain future of middle school.
Qin Xueqing's life was still very long, with the potential for huge changes in character, personality, and strength.
And Chu Feng couldn't even discern such changes, making it hard for him to accept her.
So what kind of person would he like?
With two lifetimes blending together, Chu Feng faintly remembered a gentle yet strict figure.
This girl had always been with him, pushing him forward, giving him the warmth of a home despite the frequent absence of his parents.