"Why hasn't Brother Du come out yet?"
On the fourth day, Fuxi was anxiously pacing around outside the training room. He was going to participate in the competition. Originally, he thought that Du Feng could go and cheer for him, but there was still no movement in the training room. Time waited for no man, so he had no choice but to leave the Blue Manor.
Katcha! Katcha!
As soon as Fu Xi left, the black ice on Du Feng's body began to crack. More and more cracks appeared, and then they all fell to the ground. He opened his eyes abruptly and examined his surroundings. Then, he slowly stood up.
"Hmm, not bad."
Du Feng checked his Cultivation. He had gone from the early phase of the fourth level to the late phase of the fifth level. He was almost at the sixth level. After all, most of the energy had been absorbed by the Sky Demon Ruler. It was good enough that he had reached the late phase of the fifth level. If he absorbed too much at once, his body might not be able to handle it.
When Du Feng finished checking his Cultivation, he came out of the practice room and realized he had delayed Fu Xi's match. If he couldn't make it, he might as well stay in the Blue Manor and watch from afar. He had already thought about it. He wouldn't leave the Blue Manor until the next round. That way, the outside world wouldn't know about his Cultivation, and he wouldn't be ambushed by the Zhuo family.
Fu Xi's match was easier than he had expected. He didn't know if Zhuo Dong Lai had done it on purpose, or if Grandpa Lan had done it for him. Fu Xi's opponent was someone who had the lowest score in the previous month. He was strong, but he was no match for Fu Xi, who had undergone intensive training.
After being violently beaten by his big iron hammer, he fell off the stage after a few hits. Even Fu Xi hadn't expected his luck to be this good. It looked like the round-robin tournament had its benefits. He could meet strong opponents, but he could also meet weak opponents.
"Hahaha! Brother Du, I won!"
After the match, Fu Xi happily returned to the Blue Mansion. As soon as he entered, he saw that Du Feng had already come out of the training room and was watching the match projection.
Wait, something is wrong. Fu Xi stopped smiling and looked Du Feng up and down. Why do I feel that Brother Du is different from before? What is different? His aura became stronger, and he became colder.
"No way, you've advanced again!"
Well, Fu Xi finally found the point. That's right, Fu Xi had advanced again. Not only had his Cultivation leveled up, but because of the influence of the Demonic Ruler, his entire person had become more stern. She gave off a cold feeling, as if she was a thousand miles away from people.
"It was an accident, a fluke!"
Du Feng scratched the back of his head and smiled, returning to his youthful and sunny appearance.
"Fluke my ass! Why don't I have that kind of luck?"
Fu Xi was so angry that he jumped up. At the start of the competition, he and Du Feng were both at the first level of the Ultimate Emperor Realm in Cultivation. He spent a lot of effort to reach the second level of the Ultimate Emperor Realm. But Du Feng reached the fourth level of the Ultimate Emperor Realm in a blink of an eye. Now, he was at the late stages of the fifth level, not far from the sixth level.
"Is there still justice in this world?"
Fuxi raised his big hammer and laughed at the sky. Miss Lan, who had just entered the door, was amused. She heard that Du Feng had come out of the training room, so she came to take a look. She didn't expect to see Fu Xi flipping out in the courtyard.
"You people from the ancient families have the upper hand. Is there still any justice in this world?"
Miss Lan's words were meant to persuade Fu Xi. As the descendant of an ancient family, he had already improved very quickly. In terms of cultivation resources, techniques, and other aspects, he had many advantages over ordinary cultivators. There was nothing to be dissatisfied about.
But to Fu Xi, it was like a slap to his face. He was the descendant of an ancient family and had all sorts of advantages, but he was still inferior to Du Feng, a cultivator from a small second-level country in the East Continent. How was this trying to persuade him? It was more like he was Du Feng's accomplice.
"Ahhh! I don't want to live anymore! "
Fuxi clenched his fists, which were as big as vinegar jars, and pounded his own chest. Fortunately, his body was strong. If an ordinary person were to hammer like this, they would definitely vomit blood.
"Alright, I'll play with you."
Unfortunately, these words were heard by the sparring partner who had just entered. Previously, Fu Xi had requested to rest after training for a while. To put it bluntly, he was not as good at enduring hardship as Du Feng. Since he didn't want to live anymore, he might as well train until he died.
"I'll fight it out with you!"
When Fu Xi saw that the sparring partner had arrived, he finally had a place to vent his emotions. Today's fight in the arena was not satisfying. His opponent was too weak and was sent flying with a few strikes. He might as well enjoy himself while the sparring partner was still around.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
Fu Xi's entire body was on fire. He waved his big hammer and fought with the sparring partner. Du Feng looked at the increasingly vigorous flames on his body and knew that this kid was completely stimulated. Only with pressure would there be motivation. This was a good thing for Fu Xi.
"Don't go out for a few days."
As expected, Miss Lan and Du Feng had the same thoughts. She also advised him not to go out for a few days. If his opponent found out that he had advanced a few days after the competition, it would definitely not be a good thing. He might as well stay in the Blue Residence and not go out. On the day of the competition, he would amaze the world with a brilliant feat.
"En, that's what I thought too. But it's so boring to just stay here."
Seeing Fu Xi spar with the sparring partner, Du Feng was also very envious. Unfortunately, the sparring partner was no longer his opponent. There was no point in continuing to fight. The best thing to do now was to find a better sparring partner so that he could further improve his strength.
"I've asked Eldest Senior Brother. He's not willing to come."
Miss Lan was a little embarrassed when she said this. She kept twirling her hair with her fingers. She had indeed gone to look for Zheng Kezhao, hoping that Eldest Senior Brother could spar with Du Feng. This would be beneficial to both parties. Logically speaking, Zheng Kezhao was Grandpa Lan's disciple, so he should have given her face.
However, reality was different from what she had imagined. Zheng Kezhao rejected directly, not giving Miss Lan any face at all. It was very simple. Zheng Kezhao wanted to be in the top three, and Du Feng was a strong opponent. Therefore, before the official competition, he couldn't let the other party figure out his strength.
To put it bluntly, Zheng Kezhao was afraid that after fighting with Du Feng, he would realize that he was not strong enough and thus lose confidence in the competition. Even if he could beat Du Feng in sparring now, that kid's aptitude was too abnormal. The more he fought, the stronger he became. Every time he fought, he would become stronger. Instead of being a free sparring partner to strengthen others, he might as well train secretly and suddenly erupt during the official competition.
"It's okay. I understand."
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