The Most Terrifying Teammate

Originally, Duan Yu had come to support Qiao Feng. However, when he saw Wang Yuyan, dressed in white like snow, he was completely mesmerized, staring at her without being able to look away.

Wang Yuyan's pretty face turned slightly red as she shyly turned her head away, thinking to herself, "This man staring at me like this is truly rude."

However, seeing someone so admiring her beauty, Wang Yuyan wasn't really angry. Instead, she felt a sense of vanity being satisfied.

Qiao Feng's gaze swept over everyone and finally locked onto Xiao Feng. He sensed a threatening aura from Xiao Feng.

To the surprise of the onlookers, Qiao Feng suddenly cupped his hands towards Xiao Feng and said, "You must be Murong Fu, right?"

"Not at all! Not at all!"

Before Xiao Feng could respond, Bao Butong couldn't help but shout, "This yellow-haired kid hasn't even grown all his hair yet. How could he be my young master?"

"Qiao Feng, you misunderstand. I am Xiao Feng, also known as the 'Hundred Informed Student' in the martial world."

Xiao Feng cupped his fists in return, saying, "Just as this gentleman said, Murong Fu is indeed not qualified to compare with me."

"So you are Xiao Feng. Please..."

"Not at all! Not at all!"

Bao Butong interrupted Qiao Feng again, shouting with displeasure, "My young master is renowned in the martial world as 'Southern Murong and Northern Qiao Feng.' Who in the martial world doesn't know this? How can you, a so-called 'Hundred Informed Student,' compare to him?"

"Hahaha..."

Hearing Bao Butong's words, Xiao Feng didn't get angry. Instead, he laughed out loud.

Bao Butong looked puzzled and said, "Why are you laughing? Do you think you're laughable?"

"Wrong!"

Xiao Feng sneered, "I'm laughing at Murong Fu's misfortune for having such an unlucky subordinate like you! The Murong family has painstakingly built some reputation in the martial world, only to have it ruined by your foul mouth. With a pig teammate like you dragging him down, it's a wonder he could ever succeed in restoring his kingdom!"

"Restoring his kingdom?"

Everyone's face changed drastically upon hearing this.

Restoring his kingdom meant rebellion, which was a crime punishable by the extermination of one's entire family!

Even though martial artists weren't fond of the government, few dared to associate with rebellion.

"You...what nonsense are you spouting? Restoring the kingdom? How dare you slander my young master? You court death!!!"

Bao Butong was the first to react. He immediately leaped at Xiao Feng, aiming a punch at his head, intending to silence him.

Although Bao Butong couldn't understand how Xiao Feng knew about the Murong family's rebellion plans, solving the problem by eliminating the person who raised it was a good method!

Seeing Bao Butong trying to kill him to silence him, Xiao Feng's eyes flashed with disdain. His right hand moved as fast as lightning.

"Roar!!!"

With a low lion roar, a faint phantom of a blue lion head appeared in Xiao Feng's palm, slamming intoBao Butong's fist.

The moment their fists and palms collided, Bao Butong's face changed dramatically. He felt a violent force rushing at him, forcing him to retreat several steps, leaving clear footprints on the ground.

The onlookers were all surprised.

Bao Butong had fought with the Beggar Clan members just now. Although he wasn't among the top martial artists, he could hold his own against the elders of the Beggar Clan.

Yet, he couldn't even withstand one palm strike from Xiao Feng. Could this mean Xiao Feng's strength was comparable to the top martial artists in the world?

How was this possible?

After all, Xiao Feng looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. Even if he started training from the womb, he couldn't have such profound internal strength, right?

What they didn't know was that while Xiao Feng appeared calm, his entire right arm was numb, and he was actually forcing himself to stand.

Bao Butong's internal strength, while inferior to Xiao Feng's Dou Qi, had the advantage of being accumulated over many years.

The force of Bao Butong's punch just now was equivalent to a full-strength blow from a four or five-star Dou Practitioner.

Although Bao Butong was forced back by Xiao Feng's palm strike, he had used the opportunity to dissipate most of Xiao Feng's force, suffering only minor injuries.

Xiao Feng, standing still and appearing nonchalant, actually had a numb and sore right arm, with considerable internal injuries.

If it weren't for Xiao Feng's remarkable recovery ability, he would need at least half a month to recover.

Of course, this didn't mean Xiao Feng couldn't defeat Bao Butong. He could have used Phantom Step to dodge Bao Butong's full-strength blow and then used Storm Split Dance to finish him off.

Xiao Feng chose to clash head-on with Bao Butong only to gauge the strength of the martial artists in this world.

Bao Butong, a second-rate martial artist, had strength comparable to a four or five-star Dou Practitioner.

Therefore, first-rate martial artists like Murong Fu and Duan Yanqing should have strength reaching seven-star Dou Practitioner levels.

Top experts like Qiao Feng and Tianshan Tonglao would likely be comparable to Dou Masters.

As for the ultimate expert in the original work, "Shaolin monk," his strength would be at the high-star Dou Master or even Dou Grandmaster level.

"Good boy, let me challenge you!"

As the crowd was still stunned by Xiao Feng's performance, Feng Bo'e, who loved fighting, eagerly charged at him with a single knife.

To everyone's disbelief, Xiao Feng, who had just displayed his prowess, didn't resist at all and was slashed in half by Feng Bo'e's knife.

"Boom!!!"

Before the shock could fade from everyone's faces, the bisected Xiao Feng exploded into countless thumb-sized wind blades, shooting in all directions.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Feng Bo'e, taken by surprise, had to rapidly swing his knife to block, barely deflecting a few wind blades aimed at his vital points.

The remaining dozens of wind blades left numerous bloody wounds on Feng Bo'e's limbs and body.

Feng Bo'e, now looking particularly disheveled, resembled a beggar more than the Beggar Clan disciples with his tattered clothes.

Ignoring his injuries, Feng Bo'e glared at Xiao Feng several meters away and furiously shouted, "What kind of evil martial arts is this? Come and fight me head-on if you have the guts!"

"Annoying!"

Xiao Feng, visibly impatient, raised his hand, and a half-meter-long blue wind blade appeared out of thin air, shooting towards the suddenly pale Feng Bo'e.