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"Why are you being such a wimp about it? I told you to come, so come on. We’re just sparring; we don’t need to fight to the death," Chu Feng said.

"Alright then. But, Big Bro, if I hurt you, you can’t blame me or retaliate," Zhao Quan said.

"Heh, is that so? Weren’t you just being a coward a second ago? If you can hurt me, that’s a testament to your skill. I absolutely won’t hold it against you," Chu Feng said.

"Hey now, Big Bro, these days, it pays to be low-key. Who dares to be so conspicuous? People who show off too much are bound to have bad luck eventually," Zhao Quan said.

"You’re full of big ideas, aren’t you? Enough talk. Let’s see what you’ve got," Chu Feng said.

"Hold on," Zhao Quan shouted.

"What now? Getting cold feet?" Chu Feng said.

"Who said I have cold feet? I’m just going to get my sword, wait for me," Zhao Quan said, scurrying over to the car to retrieve his sword.

"Chu Feng, Zhao Quan might seem a bit flaky, but he’s actually pretty skilled. Don’t underestimate him," Zhao Qinghan said.

"Rest assured. I never underestimate anyone. I go all out against any opponent," Chu Feng said.

Soon, Zhao Quan came back with his sword.

"Big Bro, you’d better be careful. This sword of mine was forged from Extraterritorial Profound Iron and weighs a hundred and ten pounds. If I break your sword, don’t blame me," Zhao Quan said.

"Hmph. If you have the skill to do it, I won’t hold it against you. Make your move," Chu Feng said with a smile.

Even though his opponent’s sword was forged from Extraterritorial Profound Iron and weighed a hundred and ten pounds, Chu Feng had absolute confidence in his Heaven-Slaying Sword.

Zhao Quan nodded. The moment he drew his sword, he stepped forward with his left foot and charged.

His presence, his momentum—they were incredibly powerful. The kind of power that would fill an ordinary person with dread, making them tremble in fear.

Unfortunately for him, he had run into Chu Feng.

Although Chu Feng hadn’t been in many fights, he had never been intimidated by anyone’s presence.

So, seeing Zhao Quan charge at him, Chu Feng unhurriedly drew the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

SHING!

The blade left the sheath with a crisp sound.

With a single stride and a quick sidestep, Chu Feng laid the Heaven-Slaying Sword directly against Zhao Quan’s neck.

With just a simple stride and a turn, he not only dodged Zhao Quan’s attack but also pressed his Heaven-Slaying Sword to the man’s neck, ending the fight in an instant.

"Holy shit!" Zhao Quan cursed out loud. He never expected to lose so quickly.

He was even more shocked that Chu Feng was so strong, ending the fight without breaking a sweat.

"Big Bro, Big Bro, careful with your hand! Whatever you do, don’t shake," Zhao Quan said, his face pale with fear.

He knew how sharp Chu Feng’s sword was. If Chu Feng’s hand trembled in the slightest, his neck would be gone.

"Trust me." Chu Feng immediately retracted the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

Only then did Zhao Quan let out a sigh of relief.

When Chu Feng’s Heaven-Slaying Sword had been pressed against his neck, he had felt a ghastly chill that made all the hairs on his body stand on end.

"Your reflexes are incredible," Zhao Qinghan remarked, looking at Chu Feng. "That Step Skill, and the way you draw your sword... they don’t look like they belong to the Chu Family."

The truth was, Chu Feng’s maneuver was simply a counter he devised on the spot after seeing through Zhao Quan’s attack pattern.

"Want to give it a try?" Chu Feng asked, looking at Zhao Qinghan.

’There’s a world of difference between Zhao Quan’s skill and Zhao Qinghan’s. Zhao Qinghan’s standing in the Zhao Family isn’t low, and she’s the leader of their disciples here. Her skills should be pretty good.’

"You asked me to come here today to spar, didn’t you? Of course I’ll fight. I’ve been wanting to see your true strength for myself," Zhao Qinghan said.

With that said, the two of them wasted no more time with words and immediately crossed blades.

She thrust her longsword forward, her powerful aura immediately manifesting.

In response, Chu Feng drew his Heaven-Slaying Sword and brought it down in a cleaving strike.

Their longswords clashed, sending a shower of sparks into the air as the crisp sound of metal on metal rang out repeatedly.

Both fighters were stunned. Neither Chu Feng’s nor Zhao Qinghan’s sword was damaged in the slightest; they couldn’t even mar the other’s blade.

Zhao Qinghan was astonished.

But she pressed her attack. Before long, Chu Feng stopped using his sword to block, switching to his open palm.

DING! DING!

The crisp sound of metal clashing still rang out incessantly.

Zhao Qinghan was now utterly astonished. She watched her longsword slash against Chu Feng’s palm, yet it had no effect whatsoever.

"Whoa, is that the Iron Palm?" Zhao Qinghan couldn’t help but ask in surprise.

"Iron Palm? I don’t know anything like that. This is the Chu Family’s Taiqing Palm Skill," Chu Feng said.

"Then how are your hands so tough?" Zhao Qinghan asked, her expression a mixture of astonishment and doubt.

"They just are. And you’ve lost," Chu Feng said.

’I’ve lost?’ Zhao Qinghan was baffled. ’He’s saying I’ve lost when we’re not even done fighting? I can’t accept that.’ Though she knew Chu Feng was formidable, this wasn’t over. She wouldn’t concede.

"Yes. You can’t beat me," Chu Feng said, beginning his counterattack. He sent out a palm strike that knocked Zhao Qinghan’s longsword back.

Then, he strode forward.

The palm strikes from his hands grew more numerous and ferocious, and Zhao Qinghan began to struggle to fend them off.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Chu Feng threw a rapid succession of eight palm strikes.

This made Zhao Qinghan’s eyes widen in disbelief.

’She knew that the Chu Family’s Taiqing Palm Skill maxed out at nine strikes. But Chu Feng had already thrown eight strikes in a single breath. That’s just absurd.’

’Can he actually manage the ninth strike?’ Zhao Qinghan wondered, her heart reeling in shock.

The eight consecutive palm strikes made her grip on her longsword falter. Her body started to tremble, and she felt herself about to collapse.

BANG!

Even as the thought crossed her mind, Chu Feng’s eighth palm landed—a ferocious strike that sent her flying.

Zhao Qinghan was blasted back more than ten meters before she finally managed to neutralize the immense force.

"You’ve lost," Chu Feng said with a faint smile, withdrawing his palm.

Chu Feng sighed to himself. ’This spar was a huge disappointment. Zhao Qinghan and the rest... they’re just too weak. They’re not even on the same level as Scarface and One-Eyed. The gap between our strengths is too vast. Sparring with them is pointless.’

"You..." Zhao Qinghan got up, her face alternating between pale and ashen. She stared hard at Chu Feng, unable to believe he was so powerful.

"Big Bro, are you always this savage? Even Sister Qinghan was completely defenseless against you," Zhao Quan exclaimed. Inwardly, however, he was ecstatic, a grin plastered all over his face.

The other Zhao Family disciples were smiling right along with him.

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