Martial Arts Overlord

The private room instantly fell into an eerie silence. Both the Shopkeeper and the waiter looked as pale as ghosts.

This was the first time they had seen anyone dare to openly curse Gu Yufeng!

Yang Wen, Yang Tao, and Hu Caiyun looked at Liu Feihong with somewhat strange expressions.

In their impressions, Liu Feihong had never been this bold.

Only Luo Feng remained as calm as ever, sitting motionless in his seat from beginning to end.

Gu Yufeng's face darkened. "No one has ever dared to curse me, Gu Yufeng, in Wind Howl City. You have some guts!" he said coldly.

Turning his gaze towards Luo Feng, he uttered in a deep voice, "You're Luo Feng, right? Wind Howl City isn't some backwater. Students on the Hidden Dragon List of the Purple Sun School might be wary of you, but I'm not! If you cause trouble here, don't expect to walk away unscathed!"

Liu Feihong witnessed this, his mouth curling into a cold, smug smile.

At this moment, Luo Feng's voice rang out, "Injustices have their perpetrators, debts their debtors. Young Master Gu, the person who cursed you doesn't seem to be me."

Facing Gu Yufeng's menacing glare, Luo Feng idly turned the teacup on the table. A calm, somewhat amused expression played on his face as he looked at Liu Feihong across from him.

Gu Yufeng was taken aback. In his experience, students from the four great academies were all exceedingly arrogant; he hadn't expected Luo Feng to be so composed.

The small-eyed Martial Artist, observing the unfolding scene, narrowed his sharp gaze at Liu Feihong. "Kid, you were quite vocal with your curses earlier! Why so quiet now?"

As he spoke, he clenched his fists and walked over step by step.

Liu Feihong was stunned. He had never expected Luo Feng to remain so calm in the face of Gu Yufeng's provocation.

Watching the small-eyed Martial Artist approach, Liu Feihong was terrified. He lacked the courage to truly confront the Gu Family.

As if grasping at a final lifeline, Liu Feihong turned to Luo Feng. "Luo Feng, they're being so arrogant. How about we teach them a lesson together?"

Luo Feng touched his nose and looked away. "I don't believe we're acquainted."

PFFT!

Upon hearing this, Hu Caiyun couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Being quick-witted, she had already understood why Liu Feihong had suddenly insulted Gu Yufeng from his reaction.

Now, seeing Luo Feng's indifferent expression and recalling his words, I don't believe we're acquainted, she found him unexpectedly amusing and delightful to watch.

Yang Tao and Yang Wen remained still, coldly staring at Liu Feihong.

Liu Feihong's face went white. He hadn't expected his scheme to backfire so spectacularly!

His gaze darted around. Liu Feihong gritted his teeth, his entire body surging with Yuan Qi as he executed a Light Martial Arts technique. His figure shot towards the window as he muttered, "Luo Feng, you'll remember this!"

As Liu Feihong cursed and was about to leap out of the window, a cold voice suddenly echoed through the private room.

"Thinking of cursing someone and then just leaving? It's not that easy!"

Gu Yufeng's eyes flashed with an intimidating cold light. He took a step forward, instantly intercepting Liu Feihong, and thrust his palm out flatly.

BOOM!

The air seemed to compress until it was almost crystalline. The force of the wind generated by this simple movement caused all the furniture in the room to rattle violently, while the Shopkeeper and the waiter desperately clung to nearby solid objects to avoid being blown over.

PAK!

Luo Feng lightly placed his hand on the tabletop, and the violently shaking table immediately stilled.

SPURT!

Liu Feihong was thrown back three steps, blood spraying from his mouth.

"Young Master Gu, I didn't intend to insult you, I..."

Looking at Gu Yufeng in terror, Liu Feihong frantically stretched out his hand, attempting to explain.

Gu Yufeng sneered contemptuously, "Daring to act but not daring to admit it? You deserve to die!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Gu Yufeng launched another palm strike, even more powerful than the last.

"Shattered Crystal Palm!"

A crisp, shattering sound echoed in the air before Gu Yufeng, as if the very space within his palm was collapsing.

Liu Feihong's Cultivation was two levels below Gu Yufeng's, and he was already injured. He was no match at all. He coughed up a large mouthful of blood and was sent flying, rolling several times across the floor before skidding to a halt.

"Qin Li, drag him away. Since he dared to curse me, knock out all his teeth. Then, throw him into the Ghost Howl Forest and let him fend for himself," Gu Yufeng said calmly, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his hands.

"Yes, Young Master!"

A Martial Artist acknowledged with a cold grin and dragged Liu Feihong out of the private room by one leg, like a sack of trash.

Luo Feng watched the bloodied Liu Feihong being dragged away. A flicker of pity touched him, but he made no move to intervene. This man, over a mere verbal spat, had tried to use others to kill. His heart is truly venomous. Saving him would only invite future trouble.

"Alright, our Young Master has dealt with the eyesore. You can all leave now," the small-eyed Martial Artist said, waving dismissively at Luo Feng and his companions with an arrogant expression.

Luo Feng remained calmly seated, looked at the teacup in his hand, and said nonchalantly, "I believe it's you who should be leaving."

"Hm?"

Gu Yufeng's gaze fell on Luo Feng. "I advise you to leave. Anything I, Gu Yufeng, set my sights on, I don't relinquish to others!"

Luo Feng raised an eyebrow. "What a coincidence. My possessions are also never touched by others."

The small-eyed Martial Artist scoffed and shook his head. He had initially thought that after witnessing the previous scene, Luo Feng and his group would know to back down. Unexpectedly, they were so clueless and even dared to confront Gu Yufeng!

Gu Yufeng's brow twitched. With a SNAP, he closed his folding fan and said with sudden realization, "So, you're the Luo Feng who defeated Duanmu Yu. No wonder your name sounded familiar! However, this is Wind Howl City, not the Purple Sun School. Regardless of whether you're a Hidden Dragon or some Winged Tiger, you have no standing to act presumptuously here! If you don't leave today, don't blame me for being discourteous!"

"Oh? I'd like to see exactly how discourteous you can be."

Luo Feng stood up from his seat, his gaze as sharp as a blade. His aura seemed to subtly press down on Gu Yufeng's.

The brothers Yang Tao and Yang Wen also stood up.

The Shopkeeper's chubby face quivered with fear. If these people really start fighting here, they'll destroy the tavern! He hastily tried to placate Luo Feng and Gu Yufeng, saying with an appeasing smile, "Sirs, there's no need to argue. I'll arrange another private room for you immediately."

"He leaves! I want this room!" Luo Feng and Gu Yufeng spoke almost simultaneously.

Buddhas vie for a stick of incense; people strive for dignity. Naturally, Luo Feng wouldn't show weakness.

The small-eyed Martial Artist looked at Luo Feng and snorted coldly. "Kid, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! Our Young Master is the eldest son of Wind Howl City's Gu Family! Unless you're young masters from one of the six great families, you'd better scram on your own and not invite disaster!"

The six great families... Luo Feng subtly glanced at Hu Caiyun. She blinked her pretty eyes, feigning innocence, looking like a bystander enjoying the spectacle.

Shaking his head, Luo Feng hadn't intended for Hu Caiyun to resolve this. He looked at Gu Yufeng and chuckled. "Are you trying to flaunt your family background? Unfortunately for you, even Duanmu Yu means nothing to me. Compared to the Duanmu Family, the Gu Family seems to be somewhat lacking."

"Such arrogance!" The small-eyed Martial Artist's gaze turned icy. His five fingers clenched into a claw. With a swift leap, he instantly appeared before Luo Feng, his claw striking towards Luo Feng's shoulder.

Luo Feng snorted coldly, extended a finger, and flicked lightly.

PENG!

A sound like a beaten drum exploded in the private room. The Martial Artist's hand was struck by Luo Feng's flick, and his body was sent flying backward, spewing a large mouthful of fresh blood in mid-air.

SWOOSH!

Gu Yufeng reached out and caught the small-eyed Martial Artist.

"Young Master, he is an expert!" The small-eyed Martial Artist's right arm hung uselessly; he couldn't lift it. He looked at Luo Feng with dread and said to Gu Yufeng.

Gu Yufeng's brow rose. He knew the small-eyed Martial Artist's strength very well. Just half a month ago, he had stepped into the mid-stage of the Seventh Level of the Essence Storage Realm. His abilities were not weak, yet he had been defeated in a single move.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Gu Yufeng clapped his hands, looking at Luo Feng with a smile. "Good! Excellent! Truly worthy of being someone on the Hidden Dragon List of the Purple Sun School. Today, I, Gu Yufeng, want to experience your skills firsthand!"

As he spoke, Gu Yufeng's Yuan Qi surged around him, and his eyes glinted with a sharp, chilling light.

Luo Feng knew today's matter couldn't be settled amicably. He nodded. "Very well. On the True Martial Continent, strength is paramount. Whoever loses must leave immediately! How about it?"

Back on the plains, he had withstood the attacks of an expert at the Eighth Level of the Hell Realm, merely ending up at a slight disadvantage. Naturally, he didn't consider Gu Yufeng much of a threat.

Gu Yufeng was momentarily stunned, then his face hardened with displeasure. Luo Feng's words clearly implied that he, Gu Yufeng, was inferior!

Gu Yufeng took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and replied, "Fine! Shopkeeper, you will be our witness! Lest someone loses and refuses to admit it!"

"Luo Feng, are you really going to fight him? I've heard Gu Yufeng is a renowned genius in Wind Howl City. He reached the peak of the Seventh Level of the Essence Storage Realm a year ago..." Yang Wen, being a cautious person, was somewhat worried seeing Luo Feng prepare to fight Gu Yufeng.

Luo Feng's defeat of the Black Scale Leopard didn't reveal much of his strength. When Luo Feng repelled the expert from the Eighth Level of the Hell Realm, Yang Wen and the others were besieged by bandits and hadn't noticed. Therefore, none of them truly understood Luo Feng's actual strength. They only perceived him as a Martial Artist at the late stage of the Seventh Level of the Essence Storage Realm.

Luo Feng shook his head. "I have my own judgment."

Seeing Luo Feng's confidence, Yang Wen didn't try to dissuade him further. Even if Luo Feng loses, Hu Caiyun's status should be enough to stop Gu Yufeng.

"Begin!"

Gu Yufeng took a heavy step forward. A powerful gust of wind suddenly swirled through the room. His boundless, ferocious aura pressed down on Luo Feng, causing the black hair on Luo Feng's forehead to sway and the windows behind him to rattle violently.

The others retreated to the corner, clearing space for the two of them.

Luo Feng stood casually in place, yet his body seemed like an unshakeable mountain peak. His aura was profound and steady, as if it had stood firm for a thousand years, unmoved by any storm.

Gu Yufeng narrowed his eyes, his aura steadily climbing. Finally, a layer of Glaze-colored Gang Qi, resembling Crystal Stone, materialized on his right hand.

The expressions of Yang Wen, Yang Tao, and the others changed slightly. Gu Yufeng's Shattered Crystal Palm has reached an impressive level! Even from over ten steps away, we can feel a ferocious, seemingly irresistible force assaulting us!

Hu Caiyun's delicate brows furrowed slightly. She nervously clenched the hem of her dress, watching Luo Feng. A wave of regret washed over her for not revealing her identity earlier. If she had revealed her true identity, Gu Yufeng probably wouldn't have fought Luo Feng.

"Shattered Crystal Palm!"

At this instant, Gu Yufeng's aura surged to its peak. His palm no longer seemed to be made of flesh and blood but pulsed with a blinding white light.

RUMBLE!

As he struck out with his palm, the air in the entire room vibrated violently. The space before Gu Yufeng seemed to shatter into countless fragments, like a Crystal Stone disintegrating.

Luo Feng stood perfectly still. Only when the palm was about to strike did he abruptly open his eyes. A brilliant light flashed within them, sharp and deadly, like blades cutting through the air!