Chapter 80: Bare-Handed Confrontation

This nine-year-old boy, Chu Feng, had naturally seen before—he was none other than the legendary Yuwen Feng, known as the King of Combat.

As for Mo Chen, Chu Feng felt no fondness toward him, believing he lacked even a shred of the composure of his elder brother, Mo Xuan. In the past, Chu Feng had received warnings from Liu Yantao, who told him that Mo Chen was a man of deep scheming and that he must be wary.

Chu Feng only offered Mo Chen a faint smile, saying nothing more. Judging from the current scene, Yuwen Feng had likely already been drawn into Mo Chen’s camp, or perhaps the two had known each other from before.

In fact, they did know each other. The Yuwen family was also one of the ten great human clans, and their family had long-standing ties with the Mo family.

“I truly did not expect that someone incapable of spirit transformation could become one of the strongest in the rookie camp. Has the rookie camp really no one left?” Mo Chen remarked coolly.

Chu Feng replied just as mildly, “There are many things you would never expect.”

“Is that so?” Mo Chen snorted coldly. “To be honest, to have my brother Feng ranked alongside someone like you is a disgrace to his name. My brother Feng is the King of Combat—even Wang Chengfei and the others are not worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as him, let alone you.”

Beside Mo Chen, Yuwen Feng remained silent, but his expression was haughty, clearly agreeing with Mo Chen’s words and regarding Chu Feng with complete disdain.

There was little to say to Mo Chen; Chu Feng simply thought him far too calculating, and Yuwen Feng seemed to thoroughly enjoy being used as a tool.

“I walk my own path, upright and honorable, with no need to stand beside others. Unlike certain people, who know nothing but petty tricks,” Chu Feng said indifferently, casting a glance at Mo Chen and Yuwen Feng before turning to leave.

Mo Chen’s face darkened slightly, a glint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. In truth, he very much wished to teach Chu Feng a lesson, but wary of Long Yue, he dared not act personally. So, upon learning Chu Feng had come to the Celestial Camp, he brought Yuwen Feng along, intending to borrow his hand.

“Chu Feng, stop right there!” Yuwen Feng’s cold voice called.

“What do you want?” Chu Feng turned back.

“You’re far too arrogant,” Yuwen Feng said.

Chu Feng smiled faintly. “You’re a rare prodigy indeed, so let me give you a word of advice—don’t let yourself be used by those with ulterior motives.”

“Such blatant arrogance!” In an instant, Yuwen Feng’s spiritual power surged as he transformed, gathering spirit energy to strike at Chu Feng with his palm.

Chu Feng’s expression grew grave. He had only come out for a stroll and had not brought his Domain-Suppressing Sword; after all, it was safe in the villa, protected by wards no outsider could breach.

In that moment, as Yuwen Feng’s attack came at lightning speed, Chu Feng didn’t hesitate—he met the blow with his fist.

Though he had no spirit energy, Chu Feng’s punch was tremendously powerful. At the instant fist met palm, the energy surging from Yuwen Feng’s hand exploded outward.

Yuwen Feng let out a muffled grunt, his blood boiling as he was forced back ten steps before barely managing to steady himself. Chu Feng, by contrast, was only pushed back a single step by the massive counterforce.

After this exchange, Yuwen Feng did not strike again. Both he and Mo Chen had a look of shock in their eyes—they had not anticipated Chu Feng’s strength to be so overwhelming.

Yuwen Feng realized he had underestimated his opponent and had been careless; his last strike had only gathered spirit energy, not unleashed any powerful secret arts, or he wouldn’t have suffered such a setback.

“I am the strongest. Sooner or later, I’ll trample all five of you beneath my feet!” Yuwen Feng thought to himself, glaring hatefully at Chu Feng. He had wanted to say this aloud, but, unable to bring himself to do so, only gave Mo Chen a look before leaving.

Mo Chen could not fathom why Yuwen Feng left so abruptly and, feeling rather vexed, shot Chu Feng a cold glance before following after him.

After walking some seven or eight yards, Yuwen Feng could hold back no longer and spat out a mouthful of blood.

At last, Mo Chen understood—their clash had actually left Yuwen Feng injured. He was all the more astonished; who would have thought that Chu Feng’s seemingly ordinary punch contained such devastating power?

Having spat out the blood, Yuwen Feng finally caught his breath. “I was careless this time. He’s much tougher than Sun Xuan. But next time, he won’t be so lucky.”

Once Yuwen Feng and Mo Chen had left, Chu Feng remained standing where he was. If one looked closely, they would notice his right arm trembling slightly.

It wasn’t that Chu Feng didn’t want to leave, but that he simply couldn’t move properly at the moment. The lightning power in Yuwen Feng’s spirit energy had coursed through his body via his arm, leaving him stiff all over. It was only thanks to his formidable constitution that he remained upright; any ordinary spirit warrior would have collapsed.

Moreover, this clash was the first time Chu Feng had matched a spirit warrior blow for blow with his bare body. Afterward, he could feel his arm bone had fractured—his forearm was completely numb.

In terms of raw strength, even with spirit techniques, Yuwen Feng could barely keep up with Chu Feng, let alone surpass him.

But the greater the force Chu Feng unleashed, the stronger the backlash he suffered—he had, in effect, injured himself with his own strength.

With the Domain-Suppressing Sword in hand, most of the backlash would be absorbed by the weapon; this time, his arm had to bear it all, and his body was simply not yet strong enough.

Still, Chu Feng knew that Yuwen Feng, even with spirit energy to protect him, could not have escaped unscathed. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have left so quickly. In this clash, neither man had come out ahead.

“The Spirit Body of Thunder is truly extraordinary. It seems I must break through the First Extreme soon—then my body will be as strong as a mid-grade Earth-tier spirit weapon, and I’ll have no fear of his lightning.” So mused Chu Feng. After a while, feeling his body recover, he finally set off, though the pain in his arm was now intense. His expression, however, remained calm; he did not even furrow his brow.

As night fell and lights shone everywhere, Chu Feng walked back as if strolling through a garden.

“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” In front of Villa 359, Sun Xuan stood with hands on her hips, her former arrogance replaced by a certain wildness.

Seeing her like this, Chu Feng smiled faintly. Dragon Yue had been just like this when she was little. “Nothing happened, I just went out for a walk.”

“Come on, it’s time to eat!” Sun Xuan, exasperated, walked over and grabbed Chu Feng’s hand to pull him along.

But as soon as she grabbed him, Sun Xuan was startled—it felt strange, as if his hand had no strength at all.

She turned and looked at his hand, shaking it a few more times. “What’s going on? Your hand feels so weird!”

Every shake sent waves of pain through Chu Feng’s arm, though he made no sound, his lips twitched involuntarily.

“Your arm bone is broken!” Sun Xuan suddenly cried, then, manipulating his limp arm a few more times, exclaimed, “It’s really broken!”

Chu Feng was inwardly frustrated—when had this girl become so clueless? Still, despite the pain, he remained calm. “Little one, if you know it’s broken, why are you still twisting it? Doesn’t it hurt? Want to try it for yourself?”

Sun Xuan looked at him, puzzled. “But why aren’t you screaming?”

“So you want me to scream for you?” Chu Feng said as he walked toward his villa. “How about you wait a moment—I’ll go put on some medicine first.”

“Truly impressive, so calm!” Sun Xuan thought, finding herself a little in awe of Chu Feng. She hurried after him. “Setting bones—I can do that.”

“Then I’ll trouble you,” Chu Feng replied.

Such injuries were really nothing—a little spirit ointment, a spirit pill, and he’d heal in a day or two. But the bone had to be set, or the arm would heal crooked.

Spirit ointment and spirit pills were things Chu Feng had in abundance. In the living room, after swallowing a pill, Sun Xuan set his bone, applied ointment, found two bamboo splints to secure the arm, and began wrapping a bandage.

As she wrapped, Chu Feng asked, “Is everyone here?”

“Everyone except Yuwen Feng,” Sun Xuan replied, a hint of anger in her voice at his mention.

It turned out that the others had all tried to contact Yuwen Feng, but he had coldly refused, leaving everyone quite displeased.

To them, Yuwen Feng, with his Spirit Body of Thunder, seemed to think himself invincible and wanted nothing to do with the group.

“So what if he has the Spirit Body of Thunder? I don’t believe he’s the best in the world,” Sun Xuan muttered.

“He probably won’t come,” Chu Feng said.

“By the way, how did you break your arm? Who did you fight?” Sun Xuan asked.

“Who else but Yuwen Feng? I didn’t have my sword, so I took a palm from him barehanded,” Chu Feng replied casually.

“Your body’s too tough!” Sun Xuan was genuinely shocked—she knew that if she took such a blow without spirit power, it wouldn’t just be a broken bone but a shattered arm.

“How did you end up fighting him?” she pressed.

“It’s a long story,” Chu Feng said.

She glanced at him but didn’t ask further, quickly finishing the bandaging.

“All done!” Sun Xuan said.

“I didn’t expect you to be so good at this. Thanks!” Chu Feng smiled, moving his arm slightly, then pulled down his long sleeve to cover it.

“We may be young, but we’re still geniuses. There’s nothing we can’t do,” Sun Xuan replied, giving him a glare with a hint of reproach.

Chu Feng smiled and nodded. “Indeed, you’re all not yet ten, and I’m almost eighteen—practically an adult. I hope there’s no generation gap between us?”

“Generation gaps are meant to be broken! Don’t judge us by our age—we know all your tricks,” Sun Xuan said, patting her little chest in pride.

Chu Feng looked sidelong at her, a trace of amusement on his face, shaking his head in disbelief. “Don’t be so sure. How much do you little ones really understand about the world? Take the Celestial Camp, for instance—it’s a dragon’s lair, a tiger’s den. Oh, and there’s something important you should know—there’s someone named Liu Yantao here. You’d best be careful.”

At that very moment, far away, Liu Yantao suddenly sneezed, rubbed his nose, and muttered, “What’s going on? Is someone talking about me behind my back?”