"Really, then we'll have something to see."
Everyone listened to Duan Lei's words and felt that it made sense. They simply followed behind Du Feng to see which cultivation room he was going to challenge.
Number 72, Number 73, Number 74 … Du Feng had already walked to the door of Number 74, but he had no intention of stopping. Everyone was excited, it seemed that he was going to challenge Gui Gu Nansheng in cultivation room 75.
Arriving, Du Feng walked to the front of cultivation room 75. He stopped and looked around, it seemed that he was going to touch the restriction on the door. But unexpectedly, Du Feng actually walked past the door and went to cultivation room 76.
"Ah, what's going on?"
"He didn't challenge Gui Gu Nansheng!"
"Du Feng didn't challenge Gui Gu Nansheng, is there a mistake?"
So many people were waiting to see Du Feng challenge Gui Gu Nansheng, but he actually made a feint and went to the next Cultivation Room, deceiving everyone. Before everyone could react, Du Feng had already touched the restriction on door 76. That's right, he was going to choose this cultivation room.
"You're Du Feng?"
The people in cultivation room 76 didn't seem to expect that someone would challenge them. Even Gui Gu Nansheng avoided room 76 and chose room 75. Because the cultivation rooms on the third floor of the Essence Energy Tower were ranked according to the amplification effect, they were number 1, 77, 2, 76, 3, 75.
To put it bluntly, this Gui Gu Nansheng was very shrewd and would not offend the students who were too close to the front. Because the few students at the front were either strong or had a strong background. The Gui Gu family sent him here to make a name for himself, not to make enemies everywhere.
"That's right, it's me!"
The student being challenged was called Yang Tongfeng, an expert of the Wind class. He was good at using wind blades and was known for his speed. His eyelids were always drooping and his eyes looked down, giving him an incomparably arrogant feeling. Du Feng, on the other hand, was looking at him with a smile.
"Then let's begin!"
Yang Tongfeng didn't talk much nonsense. He hadn't been challenged this month. The other party did have the right to issue a challenge. In that case, let's fight. Since ancient times, there was a saying: There was no first place in literature, and no second place in martial arts. When two people fought, the one standing was right, and the one being beaten down was wrong. The small space, the slippery ground, the weapon not fitting, and so on were all excuses.
"Please!"
The other party used a fan, while Du Feng made an inviting gesture with his bare hands. Following that, a strange gust of wind blew in the corridor of the third floor of the Essence Energy Tower. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, as if it would not stop for a long time.
"Ouch, my face hurts."
A chubby student came forward to watch the show. Suddenly, he felt a pain on his face. He wiped it with his hand and found that it was bleeding. It was not an ordinary wind, but a wind mixed with wind blades. The number of wind blades would increase, and their lethality would increase.
"Retreat! Everyone retreat!"
Someone stood up to maintain order, making the weaker students retreat. Even the scattered Wind Blades in the surroundings could not withstand it. If one stood too close, they would be easily injured.
"Zzzla, zzzla …"
The number of wind blades increased, like a large pile of randomly flying metal shards. They scratched the walls of the corridor, making sizzling sounds and sending sparks everywhere. It looked beautiful in a different way.
"What's going on? Why hasn't Du Feng made a move yet?"
Even the surroundings were affected by the wind blades. Standing opposite Yang Tongfeng, Du Feng bore the brunt of the attack and naturally suffered the greatest damage. But he did not move at all. His palms hung by his sides, not raised. He released his True Qi, silently resisting the wind blades.
The wind in the corridor blew stronger and stronger, gradually forming a whirlpool. Once the whirlpool formed, the lethality of the wind blades would naturally increase. One could see blades that seemed to be solid slashing at Du Feng ruthlessly. This time, he finally moved. It was not a big movement, just a slow lift of his palm.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
His ten fingers flicked as if playing a zither, accurately hitting the wind blades every time. No matter how fierce or how fast the wind blades were, they would be bounced off. And the direction in which they flew was towards Yang Tongfeng himself. This was a quiet contest. The two did not have any physical contact, nor did they display their skills.
One was fanning himself with a fan, but in reality, countless wind blades were shot out from his body. The True Essence on the fan flowed, urging the wind blades to constantly speed up. The other stood ramrod straight, flicking his ten fingers as if playing a zither, but in reality, he was using the other party's wind blades to attack, giving him a taste of his own medicine. The two looked very refined, but in reality, there was an undercurrent surging, and they were engaged in an intense contest.
"Return!"
Seeing the wind blades coming at him, Yang Tongfeng waved his fan and swept them all back.
"Go!"
The wind blades swept back, but Du Feng did not panic. His fingers flicked again and again, without missing a single one.
"What's going on? Is this really a martial arts competition?"
The little fatty whose face was cut scratched his head, indicating that he did not understand. One was fanning while the other was playing the zither. These two people must be treating the Essence Tower as a place for singers to perform. How was this a martial arts competition?
"What do you know? Stay away, don't get splashed with blood!"
Duan Lei, who came out of Cultivation Room No. 2, naturally understood this battle. To put it bluntly, the student named Yang Tongfeng was on the same level as him. As long as Yang Tongfeng lost, it meant that he had lost. It was just that for some reason, Du Feng did not use a big palm technique this time.
"Tsk, I'm already far enough away. Don't worry, I won't get splashed."
Just as the little fatty finished saying this, he saw a wind blade leak out from Yang Tongfeng's side. It was too late to dodge, and he shrank his head in fright. Then, he touched his head. Fortunately, it was not cut off. But there was something wrong with the eyes of the people next to him. The little fatty touched it again and nearly cried. It turned out that the hair in the middle of his head was shaved off, becoming a Mediterranean hairstyle. Long hair on both sides and no hair in the middle, it was as ugly as it could be.
This time, he didn't dare to argue and quickly hid behind Duan Lei. With this great Duan expert blocking, it should be safer. He did not know what kind of battle those two would have next. Maybe it would really splatter him with blood.
"You win!"
Who knew that just when the fight was a little interesting, Yang Tongfeng actually stopped and admitted Du Feng's victory.
"Thanks for letting me win!"
Du Feng did not stand on ceremony and returned the greeting with cupped hands. Then, he walked into Cultivation Room No. 76.
"Senior Apprentice Brother Duan, what was the situation just now? Why didn't I understand?"
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