Open up and break into another world

Although Luo Feng was arrogant, he wasn't stupid.

His palm strike might have seemed wild and casual, but in reality, he had already earnestly used eighty percent of his strength.

“Let me experience just how powerful a mid-stage Innate Realm martial artist from the Desolate Sect is!” Luo Feng had specifically inquired about Number Two's strength last night, knowing that the other party had recently broken through to the mid-stage Innate Realm, his cultivation level matching his own.

“Hmph!”

Number Two didn't show any weakness either.

Both being at the mid-stage Innate Realm, and Number Two hailing from a sect, he wasn't afraid of the other party at all.

The two exchanged blows, probing each other, and neither could gain an advantage.

“Hmm? Is this Number Two so powerful?” Luo Feng immediately abandoned his underestimation, but he was puzzled in his heart, “With such strength, why would he be sent flying by Xu Ming's slap?”

After several rounds of fighting, Luo Feng realized that this fight didn't seem so easy; this Number Two also didn't seem to be the pushover he had imagined!

“This slap… seems a bit difficult to land!”

But yesterday, Luo Feng had publicly declared that he would send Number Two flying with a slap, just like Xu Ming did. Now that the words were out, he couldn't just let them go like a fart, could he?

Even if it was difficult, he had to land the slap!

“No, I must send him flying!” Luo Feng pondered the tactics for a moment, “I'll suppress him with all my strength first, and when he reveals an opening, I'll immediately deliver a slap! — Yes, that's how I'll do it!”

Thinking this, Luo Feng suddenly erupted, his aura fierce.

“Suppress you! Suppress you! Suppress you!” Luo Feng's fists attacked Number Two like a storm.

But… Luo Feng could erupt, so wouldn't Number Two also erupt?

Number Two also followed closely, erupting at the same time, and neither side could do anything to the other.

Oh, no, to be precise —

“Old Chen, the two sides seem evenly matched!” Song Jiahan, who was watching from the audience, said.

“If they're evenly matched, then Luo Feng has lost!” Chen Wansong said, “The Desolate Sect's techniques are more profound, and Er Hao's profound energy is definitely more abundant and can last longer than Luo Feng's!”

In fact, Luo Feng on the stage quickly realized this problem — he couldn't suppress Number Two at all; on the contrary, as time went on, his physical strength gradually became insufficient, and Number Two turned the tables and suppressed him.

“This…” Luo Feng was also drunk, “This Number Two is so powerful, why was he sent flying by Xu Ming's slap in the first place?”

Luo Feng really couldn't understand.

At this point in the fight, Luo Feng no longer hoped to humiliate Number Two with a slap; he only wanted to win this battle — after all, he had initially said that he would send Number Two flying with a slap, but if he ended up losing to Number Two, he would really become a laughingstock.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Feeling his physical strength gradually failing, Luo Feng's attacks became even more frantic.

“Luo Feng, concede!” Chen Wansong's firm voice came from the audience.

Concede?

Luo Feng certainly trusted Old Chen's judgment. If Old Chen told him to concede, it meant that he had no chance of winning this battle!

But concede?

With Luo Feng's competitive nature, how could he bring himself to concede?

“No, I won't concede! Even if I'm defeated, I won't concede!” Luo Feng gritted his teeth and persevered.

However…

*Slap!*

Luo Feng lost his focus, and Number Two's slap landed on his face.

“I… I…” Being sent flying off the martial arts stage, Luo Feng still couldn't believe it, “I was slapped by him?”

I… was slapped by him?

Luo Feng was stunned.

He couldn't accept it — wasn't it supposed to be him slapping the other guy? How did it turn around, and he was the one who got slapped?

What was going on!?

“I… I… I!” Luo Feng flew into a rage out of humiliation and was about to rush back onto the martial arts stage.

Chen Wansong grabbed him: “Xiao Feng, losing is losing, you have to be able to accept it!”

On the path of martial arts, winning and losing are normal; no one can achieve perpetual victory. Therefore, losing isn't scary; what's scary is — not being able to afford to lose!

A person who can't afford to lose will find it difficult to go far on the path of martial arts.

Xu Ming was truly the most talented genius Number Two had ever seen or heard of in his life!

“Him?” Luo Feng sneered, “I lost to you, but him? I'm not convinced! — I don't know what means he used to launch a sneak attack and give you a slap…”

“Sneak attack?” Number Two shook his head and smiled, with awe in his eyes, “I'm not qualified for him to sneak attack me — it was a frontal crush! I had no power to resist!”

“I don't believe it!” Luo Feng said, “If he can crush you head-on, wouldn't that also mean he can crush me head-on? — I don't believe that among people of the same age as me, there is anyone who can crush me head-on!”

This was the unyielding pride of Luo Feng, the peerless genius of the Martial God Kingdom.

“Don't believe it? Then just watch!” Number Two looked towards the martial arts stage.

At this time, on the martial arts stage, Wu Jun also happened to look over at him: “Er Hao, this time, it can be considered that you didn't embarrass us old disciples! — You just watch carefully, next, I will help you win back the face you lost in the Flying Cloud Kingdom!”

“Just you?” Number Two shook his head with a sneer — truly, he was foolish to a terrifying degree!

Even Hu Zhenyu, who was at the Perfect Innate Realm, had secretly been defeated by Xu Ming; so what was Wu Jun? — Xu Ming hadn't even looked at you properly, okay?

The reason you have the opportunity to stand on the martial arts stage with Xu Ming is entirely because Xu Ming felt the need to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, so as not to be constantly harassed by you jumping clowns, so he gave you an opportunity to be abused, okay!

Wu Jun then turned his ignorant gaze to Xu Ming: “I heard that you used some means to sneak attack Er Hao, and even stepped on him to achieve the name of 'God of Slaps'?”

Xu Ming didn't speak.

“Although I don't think much of Er Hao, he is, after all, an old disciple of our Desolate Sect; if he loses face, I will also be disgraced — therefore, I have to get this slap back for him!” Wu Jun said with great seriousness, “Tell me, do you want to be slapped on the left cheek, or do you want to be slapped on the right cheek? Tell me, and I will satisfy you!”

“Can we start?” Although Xu Ming was idle, his time wasn't for playing around with these jumping clowns. With this time, he might as well go flirt with Gu Hanmo!

“Heh, it seems you're eager to be slapped! Alright, I'll satisfy you, let's start now!”

“It's starting, huh?” Xu Ming looked at Wu Jun deeply.

Wu Jun's gaze was involuntarily drawn to Xu Ming's eyes. He saw that there seemed to be a storm brewing in Xu Ming's eyes.

“Why would there be a storm in his eyes?”

Before Wu Jun could figure it out, he saw that the surrounding world had darkened. The storm raged wildly around him, and the world seemed to tremble along with it; he was like a pitiful little grass, swaying helplessly in the storm.

Just that one look…

*Thud!*

Wu Jun fainted directly on the martial arts stage.

I'm not feeling well today and really can't hold on any longer; moreover, if I force myself, I won't be able to write quality. There will be one chapter tonight, and the two chapters I owe will be made up tomorrow. Please forgive me.