Han Feng was still gleeful, as if he was already fantasizing about the feeling of Wang Chen being trampled under his feet the next moment.
And Wang Chen's performance surprised quite a number of people. He did not look nervous at all. On the contrary, he looked very relaxed.
Han Yuxuan at the side looked at the youth with a complicated expression. The Wang Chen today seemed to have reminded her of the high-spirited youth from two years ago, before the Wang family was annihilated.
[Does he really want to compete with Han Feng?] [Does he not know the gap between the two of them? Does he not know that Han Feng wants to make a fool out of him?] [Or does he really have the confidence?]
At that moment, Han Yuxuan's mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts as she looked at the youth in a daze.
"You ….. really want to compete?" Finally, when Wang Chen walked past the girl, she asked in a low voice, revealing a trace of concern without anyone noticing.
"Let's start from here!" Drawing in a deep breath, Wang Chen paused and said in a low voice.
That gaze made the young girl fall into a daze for a long while, as if it had passed through the ages, experiencing the vicissitudes of thousands of years, like a simple and unadorned sword, pulling at the heartstrings.
It was not until Wang Chen walked past her that the young girl finally reacted. She turned to look at the figure, watching him take those determined steps, slowly walking towards the middle of the field, determined. She did not know why, but at that moment, her heart ached a little? Was it because she owed him? Or was it because of something else? Thinking back to that incident, the young girl was a little dispirited.
The crowd was abuzz with discussion. Looking at the two people in the field, many of them showed expressions of interest.
"That little piece of trash dares to challenge others? He's seeking his own death! "
"That's right. But people just love to be snubbed. Heh heh, let's just watch. There's going to be a good show to watch."
"I think so too. It's not enough that he's humiliated the entire Clear Breeze City, and now he's seeking his own death. He really doesn't know what's good for him!"
The voices of discussion reached his ears, and every word was heard clearly by Wang Chen.
The smile on Han Feng's face grew wider and wider, while Wang Chen remained silent, dead silent. He coldly stared at the people around him, and a cold smile appeared on his face.
"It's not too late for you to surrender!" Han Jin said to Wang Chen as they walked to the center of the arena.
Even though he didn't have much interaction with Wang Chen and even looked down on him, at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy. When he thought of this young man's experience, he felt a trace of pity.
Wang Chen was a little disgusted by this kind of gaze. He didn't need pity. He believed that he could prove everything.
"I say, boy, everyone is waiting to see you make a fool of yourself. Beat this guy up for me. Damn it, do you think that I, Lin Zhan, can be easily bullied? If I recover, I can clean up this group of little guys with just a finger. Do you really think that you are a big shot?" In Wang Chen's jade pendant, Lin Zhan clearly saw everything that was happening outside, and he snorted in dissatisfaction.
"Let's begin!" Taking a deep breath, Wang Chen said firmly.
The True Yuan in his body slowly moved, and in the next moment, like a surging river, it began to go crazy.
His aura skyrocketed in an instant, and the surrounding people were stunned for a moment. But then, these people thought it was just their own illusion. How could this little trash have such an aura?
"Hehe, boy, since you are seeking death, don't blame me for being impolite!" Seeing that he didn't escape, Han Feng said with a grin.
"Cut the crap, if you want to fight, then let's fight!" Frowning, Wang Chen said in a deep voice.
Now that he was in the fifth rank of Refining Body, he had not come into contact with any martial skills. Unlike the average person, after entering the fourth rank of Refining Body and condensing True Yuan, they would start to come into contact with some basic martial skills. He did not, and the only martial skill he had was his footwork.
But Wang Chen believed that with this set of footwork, it was enough to defeat Han Feng today.
"Ferocious Tiger Fist!" Sure enough, Han Feng, who was eager to win, took the lead and shouted loudly, launching his attack.
Ferocious Tiger Fist, one of the Han family's ancestral fist techniques, belonged to the primary yellow-class fist technique, and imitated the posture of a fierce tiger when it attacked.
This fist was wide open, full of vigor, incomparably powerful, and walked the path of ferociousness.
In an instant, Han Feng's fists crossed back and forth, constantly blasting forward, his feet moving forward in large strides, pressing forward aggressively.
This set of fist techniques, everyone present understood, was one of the Han family's most basic fist techniques, as long as one entered the fourth rank of Refining Body, they could practice it.
"This boy …" Han Jin, who was at the side, slightly frowned and muttered to himself.
Although the Ferocious Tiger Fist was only a primary yellow-class fist technique, its power was more violent than ordinary fist techniques. From the very beginning, it seemed that Han Feng wanted to seriously injure Wang Chen.
Looking at the sky full of fist techniques, the surrounding crowd already revealed a gloating expression. It was estimated that Wang Chen would not be able to withstand this fist technique for more than three seconds before being seriously injured.
Behind, seeing Han Feng's actions, Han Yuxuan's eyes also flashed a trace of coldness, her eyebrows revealed a trace of seriousness, and her expression was a little worried.
"Let me see to what extent you have practiced this set of fist techniques!" Looking at Han Feng who had pounced in front of him, Wang Chen said coldly with a light snort, not showing the slightest trace of panic.
As his voice fell, lotuses appeared under his feet, like a breeze drifting erratically, Ghost Step was displayed at this moment. After practicing for half a month, Wang Chen could be considered to have grasped the surface of Ghost Step. He could use it freely in such a battle, and it was enough to deal with Han Feng.
In front of him, the shadows of fists filled the sky, as if all the dodging routes were blocked, and the wind from the fists whistled in his ears! However, at this time, Wang Chen's heart was as still as water, the True Inner Force rushed to both his legs, constantly taking steps, always able to cleverly dodge the moment the fists were about to hit him.
He seemed to have entered his own world, and everything in the outside world was irrelevant to him. His feet moved skillfully one step after another, as if the Han Feng in front of him had been abandoned, his world was only him, and he was practicing that set of footwork.
Gradually, some people felt that something was wrong, and the originally noisy crowd gradually quieted down, eyes wide open, only to see Han Feng gasping for breath, the Fierce Tiger Fist unceasingly striking out, repeatedly chasing, but still unable to touch the slightest bit of Wang Chen's hair.
The fifth-rank Refining Body Han Feng used all his strength to attack for a long time without being able to even touch the opponent.
What was going on?
The crowd looked at each other, puzzled. Wang Chen's seemingly simple footwork, but he was always able to dodge the attack at the critical moment, which was somewhat unimaginable.
Wang Chen, who originally thought that he would not even be able to hold on for three seconds, actually held on until now. In the blink of an eye, Han Feng had already blasted out hundreds of fists, and all of them were actually dodged?
Boom …
After a short period of silence, the crowd erupted, staring at the expressionless youth with wide eyes, the onlookers were boiling.
How could this be, how could this waste be unharmed under the full attack of the fifth-rank Refining Body Han Feng?
Looking carefully, some of the sharp-eyed people had already seen the problem, the seemingly simple footwork actually contained profound mysteries, incomparably mysterious.
"How could this be!" Han Jin, who was the closest, was the first to discover the problem, his complexion changed, and he could not help but mutter to himself.
In the distance, the girl who was originally worried, at this moment, also noticed something, her eyebrows gradually relaxed, and the corner of her mouth revealed a trace of a smile.
"Damn little waste, if you have the ability then don't dodge for me!" His attacks continuously missed, causing Han Feng's heart to be filled with anger. Every time he attacked, it was as if he had sunk into a sponge, feeling uncomfortable all over.
Gradually, the impetuous Han Feng stopped his attacks, panting as he roared at Wang Chen.
This series of attacks really consumed a lot of his True Essence. Fifth-rank Refining Body, True Essence was originally not much, and in the blink of an eye, half of it was consumed, without the slightest result, making Han Feng somewhat mad.
"Idiot, don't tell me you want me to stand here and let you hit me?" With a sneer, Wang Chen looked at Han Feng with contempt.
"Good, very good, if you have the ability then come face to face with me, what kind of man are you to keep dodging!" In a fit of anger, Han Feng roared like a hoodlum.
Suddenly, there was a burst of whispers from all around, as well as some unconcealable laughter.
Battle was like this, dodging was just a form of defense, and being able to dodge was a kind of ability. Han Feng's words made people feel that Wang Chen was right, he seemed to be an idiot, and the way they looked at him suddenly changed.
"Little waste, what? Don't dare, if you have the ability then come face to face, I will fight you with only one hand! " The whispers from all around made Han Feng feel even more humiliated, and he directed all his anger onto Wang Chen as he asked provocatively.
"You can't even deal with me with two hands, and you still want to rely on one hand to win?" Curling his lips, Wang Chen coldly ridiculed.
Once again, it caused some laughter from the surrounding people.
Han Feng's face had already turned the color of a pig's liver. Panting, he stared fiercely at Wang Chen, his eyes red.
Behind him, Han Yu's face was also ashen. He originally wanted to let Han Feng show off, but who knew that this would be the result. When did that damn little waste learn this kind of footwork?
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