"Look, Brother Du is about to use that sword technique. You didn't have the chance to see it the last time."
Fenglei imagined that Du Feng was about to use the Misty Rain Sword Art again, so he exhorted Bi Yun to widen her eyes.
"That's not right. Brother Du isn't holding a sword."
Bi Yun shot a glance at Fenglei and thought, "Who are you trying to fool? Do you think I can't tell if it's a sword technique or not?" Without a sword in hand, how could there be a sword technique?
Uh … Fenglei felt a chill run down his spine. He realized that he had bragged too early. He had wanted to pretend to be someone who understood, but this time, Du Feng did not use a sword technique, but a movement technique.
"It's alright, Brother Feng. We can't increase the length of the face, but we can increase its thickness. It'll be fine once you get used to it."
Yes, Fenglei found it very reasonable. Increasing the length wouldn't make it a donkey's face, but increasing the thickness would make it sturdy. This kid, Bi Yun, was just too much to his liking.
"Look, it's amazing."
The audience suddenly stirred as Fenglei and Bi Yun hurriedly turned their attention back to the arena. They saw the Poison Spear chasing Du Feng all over the arena. It was not an ordinary spear that could be shot in a straight line. It was no wonder he had plucked out a centipede leg and curled up his body. It was because he was afraid of being accidentally injured.
The Poison Spear seemed to be controlled by a hand as it constantly stabbed at Du Feng. As for Du Feng, he was like a butterfly flying in the drizzle. He danced gracefully, gentle, and untouchable. Every time the Poison Spear attacked, it would stir the surrounding air. As for Du Feng, his movement technique was even lighter than a kite's. As long as there was a disturbance in the air, he would float. Therefore, no matter how the Poison Spear attacked, it was unable to touch him.
"It's beautiful. It's too beautiful. I must learn this movement technique."
"I'll marry the person who teaches me this movement technique."
The female audience members were already infatuated. They were just short of pouncing forward. They really wanted to pounce forward and trample the curled up Poison King to death so that they could become Du Feng's disciples and learn movement techniques.
"Little Jie, why don't you marry Du Feng?"
Su Jie was focused on the match in the stands. Her sister, Su Mei, who was next to her, suddenly blurted out such a sentence, causing her to be stunned.
"You're already tired of your sister? Why don't you marry him?"
Su Jie was embarrassed. He lowered his head and blushed. However, he couldn't help but glance at the elegant Du Feng from the corner of his eyes.
"I want to, but unfortunately, I'm no longer a virgin. Otherwise, you wouldn't have the chance."
Su Mei was a truthful person. If it wasn't for the fact that she was already married and had a bad reputation in Stony Plain City, she would have long since stuck to Du Feng. He was an ambitious man. In the future, he would do great things. Perhaps he could even become the City Lord. He could not let his reputation be ruined because of her.
"If you really care about your sister, then marry Du Feng. As your sister-in-law, it's only right and proper for me to play with my brother-in-law."
Seeing that Su Jie didn't say anything, Su Mei thought she agreed, but Su Mei added on.
"Are the two of you really going to, that, that …"
Xiao Qianqian, who was listening at the side, blushed and asked quietly.
"Don't listen to her nonsense. She's shameless …"
Su Jie was already embarrassed by her sister's words. What did she mean by it was only right and proper for a sister-in-law to play with her brother-in-law? What kind of logic was that? Furthermore, it was heard by outsiders. It was too embarrassing.
"Aiya!"
Although Du Feng was fighting on the stage, he could hear the discussion below the stage clearly. When he heard Su Mei's suggestion, he nearly made a mistake with his impressive Misty Rain Movement Technique. Fortunately, he corrected it in time.
This was a good opportunity. The Poison King sensed that Du Feng's footwork was in disarray. He controlled his poison spear to deal a fatal blow, ruthlessly stabbing over. Just as Du Feng was about to be stabbed in the back, he suddenly disappeared and appeared behind the poison spear.
He was circling around the stage to wear down the Poison King and approach him at the same time. He didn't even need to make a move. When he saw the time was right, he directly jumped away from the poison spear. The poison spear that was originally aimed at Du Feng's back rapidly stabbed towards the Poison King.
Oh no, I've been tricked. Previously, Du Feng had been fluttering around like a butterfly. The Poison King's poison spear had long been tired. It wasn't easy for him to find an opportunity to deal a fatal blow. He had forgotten that he was still here and hurriedly tried to change his move.
"Hit!"
Du Feng kicked the tip of the poison spear, rapidly stopping its advance. Before the Poison King could change his move, the poison spear had stabbed into his body. The defense formed by the hundred legs was rather powerful. If not for the final acceleration, he wouldn't have been able to pierce through it.
"Pfft!"
But the Poison King was unlucky to encounter Du Feng. His poison spear had pierced through the centipede's defense. It's over. He knew what the outcome would be.
"Peng …"
The poison spear exploded, and the force was applied to the Poison King's wound. He hadn't been stabbed to death previously, but he couldn't defend against it anymore. His body exploded into a pile of dark green flesh that splattered everywhere.
"Protect!"
Earlier, Du Feng didn't use the True Energy Shield because it wasn't necessary. Now, in order to keep his clothes clean and tidy, he symbolically propped up a true essence shield, blocking those disgusting things outside.
"Burn!"
Then, he used a fire combat skill to ignite the filthy things on the stage. Those things were very powerful when the Poison King was alive, but once he was dead, they couldn't withstand the fire and soon turned into a pile of ashes.
"Clean up. I'll go down first."
Du Feng gestured to the staff and asked them to clean up the ashes on the stage. He wanted to go down to collect his money first. When he was on the stage just now, he had asked Feng Siyuan to help him bet a lot.
"I challenge you."
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the audience. Everyone looked toward the source of the voice. It was a young man in a black robe who issued the challenge. When he hadn't spoken before, almost no one had noticed.
"Ghost cultivator, he is a ghost cultivator!"
When the audience realized what was going on, they were instantly shocked. "Are you kidding me? How dare a ghost cultivator come to Shiyuan City, where human martial artists gathered, and to a place like the Luosheng Sect?" Ghost cultivators, demonic cultivators, and evil cultivators were all great enemies of human martial artists.
"How is it possible? How can the senior management of the Luosheng Sect ignore the ghost cultivator?"
After analyzing the situation, some of the more rational audience felt that this man couldn't be a ghost cultivator. At most, he was a human martial artist who knew some skills of the Ghost Clan.
"This man's hiding ability is quite good."
Bi Yun's eyes lit up. She glanced at the man and then turned to Feng Leizi.
"Really? Can he be more powerful than me?"
Feng Leizi didn't care at all. In his opinion, he was the real expert in hiding and sneak attacks.
Just when people were talking about it, the challenger's information was displayed.
Ancient Nether Cultivation Master Level Nine, Battle Beast: Hell King Eagle. Combat Skills: Death Stare, Soul Sacrifice, Nether Flash, Death Call.
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