He Xiaoyu was tempted. She was hesitating about losing a bowl of Swallowed Spirit Soup a moment ago, but Han Fei said that he would give her a bowl of Swallowed Spirit Soup if she borrowed his rod.
She wondered if Han Fei was an idiot. You owe me a Crimson Sea Fruit for nothing, but I still have Swallowed Spirit Soup.
Han Fei, on the other hand, swaggered away with his rod.
A bowl of Swallowed Spirit Soup equaled one point of spiritual energy. Was there a faster way to advance?
Immediately, Han Fei felt that he had reached the peak of his life.
He Xiaoyu felt that something was wrong with Han Fei, so she followed him. Little did she know that everybody he passed looked like Swallowed Spirit Soup in Han Fei's eyes.
BAM …
In the training ground of Class One …
Han Fei kicked the door open.
Everybody was jealous when they saw Han Fei. You just came in the morning, and you're here again in the afternoon? Do you really think we dare not beat you up?
Hu Kun asked, "Han Fei, what do you want this time?"
Han Fei said, "Nothing! I made a breakthrough today. I'm here to challenge you because I'm happy. "
Lu Lingzhi said, "Han Fei, you have to use spiritual energy in a formal challenge. You're only level-four."
Han Fei said, "Whoever defeats me will have my bamboo rod. It's collected from the bottom of the level-one fishery. It's definitely worth a few mid-quality pearls. What do you say?"
He Xiaoyu grew anxious and pulled Han Fei away. "That's mine. My father will beat me to death if I lose it."
Han Fei said, "Don't be scared. If I lose it, I'll ask my brothers to compensate you with ten sticks."
He Xiaoyu quickly shook her head. "No, what if you lose it?"
Han Fei said, "Lose? I won't lose. I know what I'm doing. "
Then, Han Fei pointed at everybody with the rod and said, "Who wants to challenge me? Don't tell me you don't have the courage. "
Someone immediately jumped out. "Come on! You're just a level-four loser. How dare you be so arrogant? Han Fei, your bamboo rod is mine. "
Few people in the Heavenly Water Village had bamboo rods. Most of them were owned by fishing masters. He Xiaoyu's father only got her one because he spoiled her. He didn't dare to snatch it, but if he won it, it would be his.
"Buzz …"
Both of their hands began to glow, a sign that spiritual energy was surging.
"Come, let's fight."
"Wait a moment."
"Han Fei, you can't go back on your word now."
"I won't regret it, but if I lose, I have to give you a bamboo stick. What will you give me if you lose?"
The youth said, "I'll give you my iron rod."
"Why do I need so many sticks? If I win, you have to give me a bowl of Swallowed Spirit Soup. "
The youth thought about it. What's the big deal? One bowl of Swallowed Spirit Soup every five days, and it wasn't precious at all. How could it compare to the bamboo stick?
"Alright, you said it yourself."
The boy opposite Han Fei was very excited. He felt that the bamboo stick was already in his pocket. He smashed it with great momentum.
But Han Fei also raised his bamboo stick and smashed it down fiercely, even with a smirk.
BAM …
Perhaps it was because he had used too much strength, but when the two rods collided, a shockwave blasted out. The young man was sent flying by the rod, and his rod broke into two. His hands trembled, and blood flowed out of his mouth. His face was very pale.
"Impossible! How is it possible? How can you be so strong?"
Hu Kun, Lu Lingzhi, and He Xiaoyu were all dumbfounded. An expert of the same level had been knocked down by one blow?
Han Fei sneered. Do you really think I'm level four? Would I have challenged you if I were really level four? However, he had consumed eight points of spiritual energy with one blow, which was equivalent to a yellow fish!
But on second thought, it was worth it to win a bowl of Swallowed Spirit Soup and to increase the upper limit of spiritual energy.
Han Fei immediately shouted, "Next!"
This time, some people felt guilty, but the temptation of the bamboo stick was too great.
Another young man stood out. "You only have advantages in weapons and combat techniques. My Basalt Stick is as good as your Sweeping Stick."
Han Fei said, "Cut the crap. Fight!"
Han Fei jumped up and slashed at him heavily. The bamboo stick was glittering. The young man on his opposite side also waved a bright blue stick and blocked it.
Clang …
Like a thunderclap, under the enhancement of spiritual energy, both of their faces turned pale. But Han Fei didn't even think about it. He grabbed the bamboo stick and swept it horizontally, almost bursting out all the strength of his waist and abdomen.
Clang …
The young man on his opposite side was slapped away and smashed into the wall. He vomited blood and couldn't get back on his feet.
Han Fei was secretly shocked. Those who had practiced combat skills were indeed different. This time, the two strikes cost him 24 points of spiritual energy, three times more than the previous strikes.
Han Fei mumbled, "Four yellow croakers … Next."
He Xiaoyu was stunned. How could he be so strong? He had just learned Sweeping Stick in the morning! Was he really a piece of garbage when he was so fierce?
Hu Kun looked awful. He was also secretly shocked. Since when was Han Fei so strong? He thought that he had a chance to catch the angel's attention, but Tang Ge had stolen his thunder. Now, could it be that even a piece of trash was going to rise up? Hu Kun immediately gestured at someone.
"Han Fei, since you're here for a challenge, it doesn't matter who's stronger or weaker. I, Wang Ming, am a level-five fisher who also practices Sweeping Stick. Do you dare to fight me? "
Han Fei said, "Yes! But you have to pay two bowls of Swallowed Spirit Soup if you challenge someone above your level. "
Han Fei was serious this time. He didn't think that he would fail. At least in terms of spiritual energy storage, he was far ahead of his opponent. More importantly, a level-four fisher was too weak! How could a level-five fisher be any better?
"Okay, two bowls it is."
"Go down …"
The battle began quickly, but Han Fei was not scared at all. After all, his basic techniques were cleaving, sweeping, and stabbing.
Clang, Clang, Clang …
Han Fei slashed his opponent three times so hard that his blood was freezing. Was there no upper limit to this guy's spiritual energy storage? A level-four fisher only had eighty points of spiritual energy.
Han Fei's heavy slashes had at least ten points of spiritual energy. How many times had he slashed his opponent? Four or five times?
Clang, Clang, Clang …
Every time the weapons clashed, the eyelids of the people at the scene twitched. How could this guy still fight?
BAM …
A person was blown away. Han Fei breathed heavily and said, "Next. Any more?"
After seven consecutive slashes, Han Fei knocked the guy down again without giving him any chance to fight back.
Everybody's face changed greatly. Han Fei could even defeat a level-five fisher?
But in the next moment, a bunch of people jumped out.
"Han Fei, I'm here to challenge you."
"Han Fei, I'm not convinced."
"Han Fei, I've been meaning to beat you for a long time."
He Xiaoyu quickly pulled Han Fei. "Wait, you can't fight anymore. You'll lose if you continue."
Han Fei smiled and shouted, "Where's my soup? Why haven't my four bowls of soup arrived yet? "
Someone asked, "Are you going to drink it now?"
Han Fei said, "Of course. It doesn't cost me spiritual energy to challenge someone. Are you implying that I don't have time to rest? "
At this point, someone could tell that Han Fei was at the end of his rope, but the Swallowed Spirit Soup took half a day to absorb. How much spiritual energy could Han Fei gain if he drank it now?
Immediately, someone said, "Stand here and don't move. We'll get it now."
A few minutes later, the soup was served.
Everybody looked awful. They were very angry that Han Fei stole four bowls of soup just like that.
Han Fei gave a bowl to He Xiaoyu and said, "We're even now!"
He Xiaoyu said, "My rod."
Han Fei said, "I can still fight."
He Xiaoyu rolled her eyes. Everybody knew how much spiritual energy a level-four fisher had. Do you think nobody knows that you used up all your spiritual energy just now?
"Gudu, Gudu …"
Han Fei, however, was not bothered at all. He raised the bowl and drank three bowls of soup in a row.
He Xiaoyu's eyes widened. "It's useless for you to drink like this. It won't work."
Han Fei glanced at the Demon Purification Pot.
< Owner > Han Fei
< Level > Four (Intermediate Fisher)
< Spiritual Energy > 300 (125)
< Spiritual Heritage > Level One, High Quality (Upgradeable)
< Main Art > Void Fishing, Chapter One: Hook Kiss (Mortal Level, Divine Quality)
Han Fei took a deep breath. It was indeed a good deal. His original 256 points of spiritual energy did not drop after a few battles but even increased. It was much better than fishing in the ocean. How much spiritual energy did a yellow fish have? A bowl of Swallowed Spirit Soup was worth almost ten yellow fish.
Han Fei roared, "I think I can kill a meat turtle. Who else?"
Someone was still shocked. "He must be faking it. Beat him up!"
With that, Han Fei rushed over with the rod, jumped up, and slashed at him.
The man was shocked. "When did I say I wanted to fight you?"
BAM …
The iron rod in the man's hand was broken. He fell to the ground and vomited blood.
"Shameless. When did he say he wanted to challenge you?"
Han Fei said, "He was about to beat me up. It was a declaration of war. I didn't know that he was so weak."
"Enough …"
Hu Kun stepped forward. "Han Fei, what's the meaning of this?"
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