"You talk too much!"
Du Feng jumped up and slapped Zhao Tianlei's bald head. He and Fu Yao were good friends. When Zhao Tianlei called them that, others would think that they were husband and wife. Most importantly, his mother, Concubine Liu, was present. She was especially concerned about this matter.
Zhao Tianlei's words caused Du Feng to spend a long time explaining. If he was going to be together with Fu Yao, he would definitely announce it openly. Zhao Tianlei was just making wild guesses.
"Tch, don't bother explaining. Fight with me."
Although Zhao Tianlei looked simple-minded, he wasn't stupid at all. He'd purposely provoked Du Feng to find a sparring partner.
"Sure, I'll help you loosen your skin."
Du Feng hadn't fought with Zhao Tianlei since he reached the peak of the Ultimate Emperor Realm. He'd borrowed the power of the Dragon Sword in the Zone of Chaos, so he didn't use his own physical strength. Now that he and Zhao Tianlei didn't need to use weapons, they could fight to their heart's content.
The two of them were quite self-aware. They left the room and fought on the island's empty ground. They were afraid that if they got too close, they'd collapse the room. This battle was so intense that even Zhao Tianlei couldn't defeat Du Feng even though he had activated his Thunder Armor to the best of his abilities.
"Not bad, kid. You've improved."
Du Feng took a deep breath. He was quite tired this time. Although he'd won, it wasn't a clear victory. He'd been training with the sword for a while now, so he was a bit rusty. Without a weapon, he couldn't bring out his full potential.
Martial artists often walked into a dead end like this. They relied too much on their equipment or some sort of ultimate technique. For example, the Kenji relied on their sword techniques to win, so their fire resistance in the Hellfire Crucible was weaker. Another example was that some martial artists only focused on the five elements, so their bodies fell behind. They made themselves look like Warlocks, which was a far cry from what a martial artist should be like.
After fighting with Zhao Tianlei, Du Feng gained a new understanding of himself. If he didn't use the Dragon Riding Sword, the White Bone Banner, or the third eye, his battle prowess would be severely diminished. To others, this wasn't a big deal. In any case, the weapons, items, and the vertical eye were all his. It would be a waste not to use them.
However, Du Feng didn't think so. He didn't want to be overly dependent on external objects. Even the third eye on his forehead was snatched from him. If Du Tulong were to leave him one day, he would not be able to use the third eye. Weapons would always be lost or obsolete. Only speed, strength, techniques, and the ability to resist attacks, these were the most basic things that belonged to him.
"Come, let's fight again."
This time, Du Feng was even more addicted than Zhao Tianlei. He actually took the initiative to ask for another match.
"Alright, let's see how I beat you this time."
Zhao Tianlei's confidence had been greatly boosted by the previous match, and he felt that he might win this time. Thus, the two of them took up a stance and engaged in another battle of fists and kicks.
Things weren't quite as he imagined. This time, Du Feng didn't choose to advance to hand-to-hand combat. Instead, he used the advantage of his movement technique to change his position. He attacked Zhao Tianlei from multiple angles, making him unable to exert his strength. As time went by, Zhao Tianlei's physical strength declined and his spirit began to slacken.
"Get down!"
Du Feng found an opportunity and kicked him to the ground.
Zhao Tianlei took the opportunity to lie on the ground and gasp for breath, while Du Feng was calm and did not seem to be tired. This was the correct way of fighting as a martial artist. Not overly relying on weapons, and not blindly believing in the strength of one's body. Movement technique, eye technique, footwork, fist technique, leg technique, dodging and turning, up and down, all kinds of techniques were displayed incisively and vividly.
"Brother Du, you cheated."
Zhao Tianlei thought that Du Feng would still fight head-on with him. He was very confident in his Beastman physique. In the end, Du Feng changed tactics and beat him to the point where he couldn't fight back. His face was bruised and swollen, and his butt was still hurting.
"This isn't called cheating, it's called wisdom."
Du Feng pointed to his head, telling Zhao Tianlei to use his brain when fighting. Both of them were martial artists, not ruffians on the street. They couldn't just rely on instinct to fight. If they only relied on instinct, what was the difference between them and those unintelligent beasts?
"Got it, I still want to fight again."
Zhao Tianlei's wisdom couldn't be compared to Du Feng, but he was more hardworking and could change when he knew his mistakes. He got up from the ground and wanted to fight a third time with Du Feng.
"Okay, let's set a rule this time. Only legs and no hands. Whoever punches loses."
Du Feng set a new rule. The two of them could only use their movement technique and leg technique. They could dodge and turn, and they could also use their feet to kick, but they couldn't use their fists or palms. They couldn't even pull or hug.
"Uh … So difficult."
After Zhao Tianlei heard it, he was in a difficult position. Because he belonged to the category of beastmen with a stronger upper body. If he was not allowed to use his fist technique, he would be greatly restricted. Although it was difficult, he still agreed. When the two of them started fighting again, it became even more interesting.
From time to time, Du Feng would stick close to Zhao Tianlei. His face was very close, almost touching his nose. But as long as Zhao Tianlei lifted his leg and wanted to kick, Du Feng would go around to his back. Zhao Tianlei had just used his leg lift when Du Feng came to his side. From beginning to end, he was very close to him, but he just couldn't hit him. Over and over again, Zhao Tianlei was tormented to the point of going crazy.
"Okay, you can use your hands now."
Du Feng changed the rules. Zhao Tianlei could use both his hands and feet, but he could only use his feet. This made it even more exciting. Zhao Tianlei not only knew fist technique, he also knew throwing technique. As long as he was caught, he would definitely not feel good.
This change in the rules was also a challenge for Du Feng to his own ability. This way, he could push his dodging ability to the extreme. The frequency of his kicks also became higher. Some attacks that he couldn't dodge, he directly used his legs to block.
The more the two of them fought, the more addicted they became, and they actually forgot the time. Du Feng added a lot of conditions for himself. In addition to using his legs and not his hands, he also practiced using his hands and not his legs. He stood in place without moving and relied on his arms to block and counterattack. Later, he simply didn't use his legs or fists and only used his body technique to dodge Zhao Tianlei's attacks.
When Zhao Tianlei saw that Du Feng didn't fight back, he didn't show any mercy and became even more excited. The frequency of his attacks became faster and faster, like a pile driver. Moreover, his palms also carried the power of thunder and lightning. A series of heavy punches brushed past Du Feng's face, and the electric arcs almost burned his face. There were also heavy kicks sweeping over, but Du Feng dodged them all.
"I'm not playing anymore!"
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