"I'm Du Feng, a student of the beginner division's formation class. If you're not convinced, you can all come at me together."
In the Essence Energy Tower, one couldn't fight more than one person. If he was besieged, Du Feng wouldn't hold back. What rules? Rules were made for those who had the strength to follow them. If they really swarmed him, he would cripple them all.
"Listen, a student from the beginner division is from the formation class."
"Hahaha, did I hear wrongly? When did the people from the formation class become so arrogant?"
Du Feng rarely stayed in the Seven Basaltic Mansions and didn't go to the intermediate division after advancing to the Powang realm. Thus, he was still a student of the beginner division's formation class. It was already rare for a student from the beginner division to reach the sixth floor of the Essence Energy Tower. Yet, it was the formation class with the weakest combat power. This was a huge joke.
"Everyone, come and see. A little brat from the beginner division beat Junior Sister Zi Luo away."
With Zhao Hu's shout, a lot of people immediately gathered around. In the end, these people were all familiar with Zi Luo. Because Zi Luo came later than them and was younger, she could be considered their junior sister.
"So your Thunder class is a bunch of old hooligans. I finally get to know you today."
Du Feng understood that Zi Luo was also from the intermediate division's Thunder class. There were more men than women in the Thunder class, and all of them were like hungry wolves, thirsty to death. Because Zi Luo was a newcomer, they all came to bully her. However, Zi Luo couldn't bear to leave the Seven Basaltic Mansions, so she could only endure and try her best to avoid them. But cultivating in the Essence Energy Tower, she couldn't endure the repeated provocations.
Looking at the behavior of these old hooligans, Du Feng decided to forgive Zi Luo. It seemed that she had been bullied for a long time, which was why she was so angry and fought with her life. She could be considered a strong woman. Why not teach these old hooligans a lesson today and help Zi Luo vent her anger?
"Who touched the restriction just now? What are you waiting for?"
Since the restriction on the door had been touched, it meant that someone was going to challenge it. Every Cultivation Room had a total of three chances to be challenged. Du Feng did not want to waste them.
"Where are you looking? It's your Grandpa Lei."
Zhao Lei was unhappy when he saw Du Feng looking at the group of people behind him. She clearly knew that he was the one who triggered the restriction, yet she still asked such a question. She was clearly looking down on him.
"So it's you, grandson. You can't tell the difference between big and small. Slap yourself!"
Du Feng had recently become a little addicted to slapping people. His golden palm slapped out with a whoosh, heading straight for Zhao Lei's left cheek.
"Courting death!"
Zhao Lei was here to teach Du Feng a lesson. How could he be slapped in the face? His eyes widened as he let out a furious roar and punched at Du Feng. This person was also a ruthless character. He didn't even try to dodge or block Du Feng's palm. Instead, he punched at his opponent's head, intending to exchange injury for injury.
He was a student of the Thunder Class and practiced thunder attribute skills. He believed that his fist was faster and more ruthless, so he could hit Du Feng first. However, Du Feng didn't dodge, nor did he use any defensive moves.
This … The onlookers were dumbfounded. They wondered what kind of fighting style was this? A dignified student of the Seven Basaltic Mansions didn't use any movement techniques or combat skills. You're hitting each other with your palms and fists. This isn't like hitting a wooden stake. People will get hurt. Such a stupid fighting style would be a joke if it got out.
Slap!
Du Feng's golden palm slapped Zhao Lei's left cheek first. This slap was full of strength, even more ruthless than when he hit Miss Zi Luo. Zhao Lei's huge body was sent flying. He spun five or six times on the spot before stopping. His heavy punch naturally lost its effect.
No matter how ruthless a martial artist's punch was, once he lost his balance, his fist would become useless. This was because the movement of the body would inevitably lead to the movement of the arm. If the arm moved randomly, the fist would also lose its target.
"Useless!"
After saying this, Du Feng backhanded Zhao Lei's face. He still used his right hand, but this time, he used the back of his hand to slap from left to right. Previously, he slapped Zhao Lei's left cheek. This time, he slapped Zhao Lei's right cheek. A backhand slap was easier to exert force than a forehand slap.
When this slap landed on his face, Zhao Lei no longer spun on the spot. Instead, his whole body was sent flying. He flew all the way to the staircase before he stopped and fell at someone's feet. The person shook her head gently. She frowned slightly. The redness and swelling on her face had disappeared. It seemed that she had gone back to take some medicine.
Yes, it was Miss Zi Luo. She had thought that Du Feng wouldn't fight with Zhao Lei and the others. She didn't expect that they would really fight. After hearing about it from others, she quickly changed into a new set of clothes and rushed back. The previous set of clothes was a little dirty because she had been wearing it for training. After changing into a silk dress, she dressed up a little. She looked lovely and pretty.
"I still have two more chances. Which one of you wants to challenge me?"
After slapping Zhao Lei, Du Feng pointed at the group of hooligans and turned around to enter the cultivation room. He still had two chances to be challenged in the cultivation room. If anyone was not convinced, they could continue to challenge him.
"What should we do? Should we challenge him?"
"Of course. Junior Brother Zhao was caught off guard and fell into his trap."
"That's right. We can definitely defeat him with the Thunder Blade."
Zhao Lei had indeed underestimated his opponent. He was stunned by Du Feng's slap. Although the students of the Thunder Class were fierce, their biggest advantage was their speed. Using the fast speed of the Thunder Attribute Cultivation Technique to fight with the opponent was the way to win.
Zhao Lei didn't even use any combat skills. It was indeed unwise to fight with Du Feng on the spot. Lu Gang, who came with him, thought that if he made a move, he should be able to win. After a slight hesitation, he also touched the restriction on the door.
"You're quite fast!"
When Du Feng entered the cultivation room, he was really afraid that they wouldn't issue a challenge. Because he hadn't fought to his heart's content. If he carried any emotions, it would affect the effect of his cultivation. If he saw Lu Gang touch the restriction on the door, he would be relieved.
"Tell me, how do you want to fight?"
Du Feng wasn't Lady Zi Luo. He wouldn't open the door and sneak attack the opponent. With his ability, he didn't need to do that. If he wanted to fight, he would fight openly. Moreover, he had to beat the opponent until they were convinced.
"Surnamed Du, don't you dare be so arrogant."
Just now, Du Feng had introduced himself. Therefore, Lu Gang remembered his name. But this didn't stop Du Feng from introducing himself again.
"My name is Du Feng. I'm a student of the Elementary Division's Formation Class. If you want revenge, you can find me."
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