"Teacher Zhao, I have a small request."
Chen Feng's words made Zhao Wuji frown slightly.
Could this kid be up to some kind of scheme?
Or asking him to show some mercy?
It didn't seem impossible.
The little monsters in this batch are all of quite good quality.
It would be a pity to miss them.
"Go ahead."
"Teacher Zhao, the venue here is too small. I'm afraid that when we start fighting later, we might damage the surrounding houses."
Chen Feng's words made everyone present involuntarily feel a bit surprised.
This is an open area of 200 square meters, which is more than enough for an ordinary fight.
Zhao Wuji was slightly startled.
Could this kid really have some remarkable abilities?
[Ding, it is detected that Zhao Wuji has a surprised emotion, emotion value + 50]
Zhao Wuji pondered for a moment and finally proposed,
"Then let's go near the village. There's more space there."
In his opinion, the place surrounded by mountain streams and with a waterfall cascading down was more suitable for their duel.
The incense stick in the field had burned halfway. Zhao Wuji gently pinched it and extinguished it.
He led the way out, heading towards the waterfall veiled in mist, and the others followed closely behind.
Dai Mubai was also among the crowd.
He thought that Chen Feng was definitely putting on an act.
The previous venue was not small, being a full 200 square meters.
For him, Dai Mubai, it was already sufficient.
A fight in an area larger than 200 square meters would require an enormous amount of power.
Could an ordinary Soul Elder be capable of that?
Chen Feng was just bluffing.
Hmph, let's see how Chen Feng will deal with this later.
[Ding, it is detected that Dai Mubai has a contemptuous emotion, emotion value + 50]
Before long, everyone arrived at the destination.
A magnificent waterfall, like a river in the sky pouring down, crashed down from the steep cliff. The water hit the huge rocks, splashing up thousands of sprays, like countless pearls tumbling and dancing in the air, churning up layers of mist.
At the foot of the waterfall, a spacious flat ground was like a battlefield split by an axe from the heavens.
In this natural arena, Zhao Wuji and Chen Feng were about to stage an exciting contest.
Zhao Wuji stood in the center of the venue and said,
"Right here."
"I heard from Dai Mubai that you're quite strong."
"How about this? Let's not activate our martial souls first and just have a bout using only our physical strength."
Chen Feng readily agreed.
"Just what I had in mind."
Scattered around the flat ground enveloped by the mist from the waterfall, the onlookers were in various states. Some were nervous, some were expectant, and some were chatting animatedly.
"This can't be a fair fight, right?"
"Even without using their martial souls, Chen Feng can't possibly be a match for Teacher Zhao."
"Look at Teacher Zhao's build. He's as big as a bear."
Xiao Wu chattered on.
The expressions on Dai Mubai and Gu Long's faces were complex and hard to read. It seemed they both recalled unpleasant memories and remained silent.
Tang San noticed their silence and a sense of surprise and suspicion welled up in his heart.
Could it be that both of them had suffered losses at Chen Feng's hands in this regard?
His physical body must be incredibly strong then.
Perhaps when facing Zhao Wuji, Chen Feng wouldn't suffer too much.
But achieving a draw was absolutely impossible.
Even though they weren't releasing their martial souls,
Teacher Zhao's physical quality was still that of a level - 76 soul master.
"Chen Feng, I'm going to attack."
As soon as the words were spoken, Zhao Wuji's figure was like a boulder skimming across the water, creating gusts of wind.
His huge fist, which seemed capable of easily tearing through the air, pressed towards Chen Feng like a mountain, carrying an irresistible force.
Ning Rongrong's delicate hand gently touched her petal - like lips, and a ripple appeared in her eyes.
Her heart tightened in that instant, and a worried look for Chen Feng emerged on her lovely face.
[Ding, it is detected that Ning Rongrong has a worried emotion, emotion value + 100]
That huge fist, if it hit Chen Feng, it would surely hurt a lot, right?
But her thoughts raced, and in an instant, she put on a playful look again. Her brows furrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth curved into a naughty arc, as if she was telling herself:
Am I worried about him?
Impossible.
Hmph, that stinky Chen Feng deserves it.
I won't worry about this jerk, humph.
The clouds in the sky seemed to be tense for this battle, pressing down low, as if they might fall at any moment.
Zhao Wuji's fist, with the power of wind and thunder, ferociously sliced through the air, heading straight for Chen Feng.
The fist was as huge as a meteorite, compressing the surrounding air, as if the ground was about to tremble.
However, just as this destructive force was about to land, Chen Feng's figure suddenly swayed, as nimble as a capybara swimming in the water, dodging the blow.
Zhao Wuji had put too much force into his punch and missed. He stumbled forward, and for a moment, his figure seemed to be betrayed by gravity, losing balance.
Chen Feng, like a leopard that had spotted its prey, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Without any hesitation, he counter - attacked, a sharp punch aimed directly at the vital point under Zhao Wuji's armpit.
A hint of approval flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes. This kid Chen Feng had much stronger combat awareness than he had expected.
He nodded secretly, thinking that this might be an unexpectedly exciting duel.
But Zhao Wuji was, after all, an experienced fighter. His other fist made a deft turn and managed to block in front of him at the critical moment, defusing Chen Feng's offensive.
There was a dull "clang" sound.
The moment they clashed, both of them took a step back, evenly matched.
"You're not bad, kid. Let's go again."
Zhao Wuji said with a smile, his voice full of the unique pride of a fighter.
It had been a long time since he had been so excited and looking forward to a duel.
Dai Mubai's strength was not yet mature, and he couldn't satisfy Zhao Wuji's desire for a good fight.
Now, the young man in front of him made him feel a long - lost sense of the pleasure of battle. Zhao Wuji decided to fully enjoy this fight.
[Ding, it is detected that Zhao Wuji has an excited emotion, emotion value + 100]
Zhao Wuji and Chen Feng were like two unyielding mountains in the center of the battlefield. Their fists and feet alternated, lightning - fast, leaving sharp tracks in the air.
Every time the fists passed by each other, a gust of wind was generated, like the fierce wind before a rainstorm, making the onlookers' hearts beat faster in rhythm.
Dai Mubai stood aside, witnessing this wonderful battle, and couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.
Every time Zhao Wuji and Chen Feng's fists ferociously pierced through the air, he could feel the air being torn with a "hissing" sound, as if even space was trembling.
He was thinking that if he were hit by the fists of these two, it would be such a painful experience.
[Ding, it is detected that Dai Mubai has a scared emotion, emotion value + 100]
After all, he had been hit by both of them.
And looking at the scene, it seemed that these two hadn't used their full strength when they hit him before.
Even without using their full strength, they had left such a huge shadow in his heart.
If these two went all out.
Wouldn't he, Dai Mubai, be beaten until he pooped his pants?
Thinking of this, Dai Mubai felt like crying inside.