Confrontation!

One day, As Fēi Lóng Tiān entered Crimson Flame City, a bustling metropolis filled with life and activity, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. His newfound cultivation allowed him to sense the prying eyes of someone tailing him. Swiftly, he maneuvered through the crowded streets, attempting to lose his pursuer amidst the sea of people.

However, fate seemed to have a different plan for him. The pursuit led him into a dead-end alleyway, and as he turned around, his heart sank. Three figures were closing in on him with malicious intent. At the center of the trio stood Chen Qiang, the same ugly youth who had mocked and insulted him during the qualification exam. To his surprise, the other two figures were also youths who had joined in taunting him that day.

Chen Qiang's eyes bore a ruthless glint, and if people who knew him saw this they would recall that even at a young age, this youth harbored a merciless and vindictive nature. The slightest grievance seemed enough to fuel his hatred, and after the humiliation at the qualification exam, that feeling had festered within him like a rotten wound.

As the memories of the past few months flashed before Fēi Lóng Tiān's eyes and he quickly thought about the situation he was in "I am at the 2nd level Qi Condensation right now, and Chen Qiang is at the 3rd level he is stronger than me, but if I use my movement technique than it's possible to bridge the gap" he thought to himself as he sensed the seething hatred Chen Qiang had nursed for him. Now, standing before him, the ugly smile on Chen Qiang's face made it clear that he was here to settle the score. "The only problem is his two lackeys, I would assume that since they are willing to follow Chen Qiang they are most likely lower than him in cultivation so they must both be at the 2nd level Qi Condensation as well" "if I can get rid of them with a surprise attack it may be possible to get out of this in one piece" he thought

"So, it really is you, Trash," Chen Qiang sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. The words struck Fēi Lóng Tiān like a thunderbolt, breaking him from his thoughts.

With clenched fists in anger but quickly steeled himself, "trash? You'll regret underestimating me" Fēi Lóng Tiān said with a slight smile

Chen Qiang's surprise was quickly replaced by a menacing glare. "Ah, I see," he sneered, "the trash is seeking his own death. Unfortunately for you, I relish the opportunity to make you suffer. I'll cripple your Dantian and make you beg for death like the pathetic wretch you are!"

"Guess it's true, dogs really do never get tired of barking" Fēi Lóng Tiān said back with a laugh

The atmosphere around them crackled with tension as the three youths brandished their sabers, ready to strike. The narrow alleyway confined them, leaving no room for escape. Fēi Lóng Tiān knew that he had to stand his ground and face the impending battle with all the strength he had gained through his diligent cultivation.

As Fēi Lóng Tiān faced the three youths in the narrow alleyway, he could feel the odds stacked against him. Despite his newfound strength, the reality of facing three opponents at once weighed heavily on him. Their sabers gleamed ominously in the dim light, and he could hear the malicious laughter echoing in the enclosed space.

With a deep breath, Fēi Lóng Tiān steadied himself and focused his Qi. As the first attack came, he tried to evade, but one of the blades grazed his arm, drawing blood. Ignoring the pain, he retaliated with a quick kick, but his opponent was too fast and parried the blow, landing another strike on Fēi Lóng Tiān's side.

The pain intensified, but Fēi Lóng Tiān gritted his teeth and pressed on. His movement technique allowed him to evade some of the attacks, but he couldn't dodge them all. Each grazing blow stung like a hot iron, and he could feel his strength waning.

For a moment, doubt crept into his mind, but he quickly shook it off. He couldn't afford to doubt himself now. His eyes narrowed with determination, and he pushed forward, focusing on the patterns of his opponents' movements. Slowly, he began to anticipate their strikes and find openings to counter.

With a burst of energy, Fēi Lóng Tiān lunged forward, delivering a powerful punch that sent one of the youths staggering back. He used the momentary distraction to duck and twist, narrowly avoiding another saber swing that would have surely been fatal.

Despite the pain and fatigue, Fēi Lóng Tiān refused to back down. He fought with a cold resolve, knowing that his life was on the line. Blood trickled down his arm, but he pushed the pain aside, channeling his anger into every strike.

As the battle raged on, Fēi Lóng Tiān's movements became more fluid, and his strikes grew more precise. He felt a surge of strength welling up from within him, like a roaring fire that refused to be extinguished.

With a fierce battle cry, Fēi Lóng Tiān unleashed a series of rapid attacks, catching his opponents off guard. He weaved through their strikes with renewed agility, landing blows that knocked them back one by one.

Chen Qiang's eyes widened in disbelief as he saw his lackeys falling before Fēi Lóng Tiān's onslaught. Fear began to replace the confidence he had earlier displayed. But instead of retreating, Chen Qiang's hatred only burned brighter.

Summoning all his remaining strength, Fēi Lóng Tiān delivered a final powerful strike, knocking Chen Qiang's saber out of his hand. With his enemy disarmed and his lackeys defeated, Fēi Lóng Tiān's cold and indifferent expression sent a chilling message.

"I'm not trash," he said in a voice that echoed with determination.

The fight was far from over, but in that moment, Fēi Lóng Tiān knew he had gained the upper hand.

As Fēi Lóng Tiān vanished into the bustling crowd, Chen Qiang stood there, seething with rage and frustration. His plan to humiliate the so-called "trash" had backfired spectacularly. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he struggled to contain his anger.

"That filthy vermin!" Chen Qiang seethed in his mind, his thoughts consumed by indignation. "How dare he defy me like this? I won't let him get away with it."

His heart pounded with the burning desire for revenge. The memory of Fēi Lóng Tiān's confident expression fueled his fury. He had never been so humiliated before, and it was all because of that wretched youth who had always been beneath him in his eyes.

"I'll make him pay dearly for this!" Chen Qiang vowed to himself, his jaw clenching with determination. "I'll crush him in the Youth Martial Tournament. I'll make sure he suffers so much that he'll beg for mercy!"

The thought of facing Fēi Lóng Tiān in the tournament filled him with both fear and anticipation. He knew he had to become stronger, stronger than he had ever been before. He needed to wipe that smug look off Fēi Lóng Tiān's face and prove once and for all that he was the superior one.

With every step he took away from the alley, Chen Qiang's mind was consumed with thoughts of vengeance. He couldn't shake off the humiliation he had experienced, and it fueled his determination to surpass Fēi Lóng Tiān. The fire of hatred burned within him, driving him to train harder and become the best.