Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 881 - 879: A Challenge!

Chapter 881: Chapter 879: A Challenge!

The elder leader was thinking to himself, Feng, his grandson, if were to kneel in front of so many people, where would he put his face?

Therefore, at this moment, the elder leader’s face was as dark as the calm before the storm.

He could contain his anger, but Mr. Feng couldn’t hold back any longer, as the aura around his body erupted violently!

The few people around felt like their throats were being choked, unable to breathe.

"Ren Feifan, I didn’t act against you out of respect for my grandfather, but I didn’t expect you to push your luck! You’re courting death!"

Mr. Feng’s figure flickered, turning into a shadow that appeared in front of Ren Feifan in an instant, with his longsword thrusting towards Ren Feifan’s heart.

He wanted Ren Feifan to die immediately!

Just as the sword was about to fall, Ren Feifan showed no hint of panic and said indifferently, "If I’m not mistaken, the person from yesterday must have been sent by you."

Mr. Feng’s sword stopped abruptly, not advancing an inch further.

"I don’t understand what you’re talking about!"

Mr. Feng’s eyes darted around, instinctively looking at his grandfather. The grandfather had repeatedly warned him time and again. If his grandfather knew that he had secretly ordered an attack, he would surely be furious.

As expected, the elder leader’s gaze grew heavier.

He knew the outcome just by looking at his grandson’s expression.

Although he had repeated it so many times in his grandson’s ear, the boy still hadn’t listened.

Ren Feifan’s apparent strength was not to be feared, but there was definitely something extraordinary about him!

The elder leader had been extremely optimistic about Ren Feifan from the start precisely because he had once sought someone to personally calculate Ren Feifan’s destiny.

That person was one of the six great physiognomists who had founded the nation, with unrivaled skill.

Yet such a being, capable of calculating anyone’s fortune, received a terrifying backlash when he touched upon Ren Feifan’s destiny!

Not only was the person seriously injured, but his cultivation also fell as a consequence!

The ghastly mark of a mouthful of fresh blood is still on the wall of a mysterious room in Crouching Dragon Villa.

The words of that physiognomist often echoed in the elder leader’s mind: "This child is destined by heaven, empowered by earth, to tread a path through the heavens, to destroy the demons that obstruct earth! Unfathomable, unfathomable! Absolutely unfathomable!!!"

This was almost the highest praise the elder leader had ever heard from that physiognomist since he had known him.

Therefore, afterward, the elder leader had always intended to win over Ren Feifan, but Ren Feifan’s nature was too carefree, like a wild horse that had broken free and could not be controlled.

"Feng, is what Ren Feifan said true? Did you send someone to act yesterday?"

The young man naturally wouldn’t admit it, and spoke calmly, "Grandfather, you’ve warned me over and over again, how could I possibly make a move? I guess this guy wants to create something out of nothing, then find an opportunity to challenge me! Since that’s the case, I accept the challenge!"

He stepped forward, his longsword pointing straight at Ren Feifan’s eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Ren Feifan, I officially challenge you. If you’re a man, step out and fight, regardless of life or death, how about it!"

As this challenge was issued, the old timers at Crouching Dragon Villa could no longer remain calm.

The elder leader’s grandson was actually challenging Ren Feifan?

Ren Feifan had rich combat skills, his cultivation was not weak, and his methods were numerous. Among the young talents of Huaxia’s secular world, he was considered a genius and a master.

And Mr. Feng? He had always been in the Hidden Gate in recent years, somewhat unfamiliar to them, but certainly not weak in strength, after all, that was the Hidden Gate.

Even trash thrown into the Hidden Gate could become a piece of jade there.

Moreover, the elder leader’s grandson had shown strong talent since he was young, and it was said that those hidden old monsters in Huaxia liked this person very much.

The judgment of the old monsters in Huaxia was extremely sharp; they would not take a liking to a child without reason unless the child was extraordinarily talented.

It was the same in the cultivation world.

The elder leader initially wanted to speak, but then he thought about it and chose to remain silent.

At this moment, the situation around them was entirely under the control of those two old friends, so naturally there would be no casualties.

Good, the old leader wanted to see what his grandson had learned at the Hidden Gate.

He wondered how much difference there was between himself and this popular genius of Huaxia!

Thus, everyone’s gaze fell upon a young man, waiting for his final response.

Ren Feifan raised his head, looking toward Mr. Feng not far away, his voice lazy and drawling, "Are you sure you want to play with me?"

"Cut the crap, do you dare to accept my challenge, Capital City’s number one waste!"

Mr. Feng deliberately bit down hard on the last few words, intending to provoke the young man before him, for fear that the other party would not accept his challenge.

Although Shadow Raid had informed him that Ren Feifan was not weak, compared to his own Innate Realm, there should still be some difference.

How strong can a common young man from Huaxia truly be?

Half-step Heaven-level might well be the peak existence for the common youth, though the leap is substantial, it still can’t cross the insurmountable chasm compared to one’s own Innate Realm.

Ren Feifan stood up, stretched lazily, and said earnestly, "The thing I like most is to beat up those self-conceited dogs, since you’ve offered your face, I won’t let this opportunity pass."

"You—"

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Soon, the two arrived outside Crouching Dragon Villa, where Mr. Feng likewise produced a Formation Rune, visibly more advanced than the one thrown by the person yesterday.

The instant the Formation Rune hit the ground, a light flashed, and a giant stage swiftly rose from the ground, surrounded by layers of protective measures capable of blocking most of the lethal blows from a majority of experts.

With a light tap of his foot, Mr. Feng soared onto the stage with a nimble and elegant motion, which mildly astonished some spectators below.

It seemed this lad had indeed learned something at the Hidden Gate.

And Ren Feifan? He initially planned to fly up, but thinking it pointless to repeat what the other had done, he simply stretched out his hand to grab onto the stage and climbed up honestly.

Yes, the most straightforward method!

That’s how crude he wanted it to be!

A disdainful smile appeared on the lips of the young man on the stage, "Ren Feifan, that posture of yours really resembles the legendary ’dog-crawling’ style, haha."

"Haven’t you heard that the cooler you enter the stage, the more it hurts when you get knocked off?"

"I really want to see if your verbal skills are as impressive as your combat techniques."

A flash of light, and a longsword appeared in Mr. Feng’s hand; he had joined the Sword Dao Sect over a decade ago, cultivating both the sword and his spirit.

He was no novice in swordsmanship, and dealing with a commoner would be an absolute crush.

A sword slashed down, its Sword Qi like a bleak autumn breeze, sweeping across the land, sending waves of wind blades towards Ren Feifan!

Once it hit, there was no way Ren Feifan could still have a complete body left!

"Crack!"

The Sword Intent struck Ren Feifan’s body, silent as water, and dissipated completely.

Dead?

Everyone’s eyes widened, the speed was too fast, a one-hit kill?

But Mr. Feng swiftly noticed something was amiss, because the Sword Intent had actually struck an afterimage.

Where did the person go?

"Hey, are you looking for me?"