Impossibly steady.
It actually defended flawlessly.
Both in speed and in strength, it faintly overwhelmed Ouyang Muyi!
"Enough!"
Ouyang Xing shouted sternly:
"Fall back!"
"You are no match for him!"
Hearing this, Ouyang Muyi's expression shifted, and he pulled back to retreat.
Yun Feng's calm voice, driven by surging internal energy, echoed all around:
"You come as you please and leave as you please—what do you take me for?"
"Three moves have passed. Prepare to meet your maker!"
With that, Yun Feng lunged forward and slammed a punch straight toward the back of Ouyang Muyi's head!
Killing intent flashed suddenly in Ouyang Xing's eyes as he shouted coldly:
"What an arrogant, impudent brat! How dare you act so wildly?"
"Do you take me, Ouyang Xing, for a ghost?"
He leaped into the air, turning into a blurred afterimage as he moved to intervene and rescue his grandson.
Yet, just as Ouyang Xing made his move—
Immediately following it came a trace of an extremely obscure golden light, arising from nowhere, that tore through the air, piercing straight toward the space between Ouyang Xing's eyebrows!
Ouyang Xing's mind jolted as a sharp sense of impending danger spiked in his heart!
It was a golden needle!
With Ouyang Xing's Grandmaster level of cultivation, he realized instantly:
If he failed to defend against it, this single golden needle would take his life on the spot!
Without the slightest hesitation, Ouyang Xing abandoned his attempt to rescue Ouyang Muyi!
After all, he had many grandsons, but he only had one life!
Ouyang Xing swept his hand backward, snatching the golden needle out of the air.
As the needle entered his palm, Ouyang Xing felt a momentary sense of relief.
"The angle was tricky, but the power is nothing much."
Yet, the moment that thought arose—
Ouyang Xing suddenly felt as though the golden needle between his fingers had come to life, writhing within his palm!
The sharp tip of the needle instantly pierced the skin of Ouyang Xing's palm, drilling into his body like a nimble serpent!
"What?!" Ouyang Xing's expression twisted in horror!
What kind of demonic, god-given technique was this?!
As a dignified Grandmaster, he had never heard of it, never seen it, and couldn't even defend against it!
Almost at that exact same instant—
"Boom!" A dull explosion rang out not far away.
Yun Feng's fist had already landed solidly against the back of Ouyang Muyi's head!
In an instant, Ouyang Muyi's head exploded!
Bone fragments mixed with blood and brain matter formed a gruesome fan-shaped spray in front of Ouyang Muyi's headless corpse.
Yun Feng withdrew his fist and stood calmly, his expression entirely detached.
"Who's next?"
Absolute silence!
You could hear a pin drop!
The martial artists of Haicheng's various elite families stared dumbfounded at the bloody scene before them, unable to snap out of it for a long time.
Dead?
Ouyang Muyi had just died like that, beneath a single punch from Yun Feng?
And what about Ouyang Xing?
Why didn't he step in to save him?
Countless gazes snapped in unison toward Ouyang Xing.
Only to see that the old head of the Ouyang Family currently wore a face as dark as iron, his aged eyes flashing with a fierce, cold light as he locked his gaze onto Yun Feng.
Ouyang Xing was already using his Grandmaster internal energy to firmly trap the golden needle that had burrowed into his skin, locking it in place.
Otherwise, this seemingly living golden needle would have followed his bloodstream, surged upward, and pierced straight through his heart!
Such a vicious, venomous, and miraculous technique surely had to originate from the hands of another Grandmaster!
Who was it?
Ouyang Xing stared intently at Yun Feng not far away, shaking his head inwardly:
"No, it couldn't be him..."
"At his age—not even twenty years old—how could he possibly have attained the rank of Grandmaster?"
"Even less likely that he could stump this old man with a single needle..."
"It must be someone else..."
"Perhaps an old enemy of the Ouyang Family..."
"Or perhaps, the master standing behind this Yun Feng..."
Thinking this, Ouyang Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, muttering to himself:
"Yes, it's very likely Yun Feng's master."
"The techniques he displayed just now had reached the pinnacle of mastery; he must have a master with an extraordinary background."
"No wonder he dared to be so arrogant—he actually has a Grandmaster hiding in the shadows, backing him up."
Ouyang Xing said coldly:
"Brat, nice tricks."
"Earlier, this old man underestimated you."
The surrounding crowd started in unison.
Judging by Grandmaster Ouyang's words, Yun Feng's speed with that last punch had actually been too fast for him to react?
That shouldn't be...
While everyone was lost in silence—
A figure suddenly stepped out from the crowd, laughing wildly:
"Grandmaster Ouyang is getting old!"
"He couldn't even protect his own grandson!"
"The elite families of Haicheng have always shared a common breath and branch. Since that's the case, Nephew Muyi's vengeance—I, Wang Zhendong, will collect on behalf of the Ouyang Family!"
Chapter 21: Today, You Will Surely Die!
At these words, everyone turned to look at the laughing man.
Zhou Ling stood behind Yun Feng and said in a low voice:
"The Wang Family is also one of the most powerful elite families in Haicheng."
"They have always been at odds with the Ouyang Family."
"Wang Zhendong belongs to the second generation of the Wang Family, one generation higher than Ouyang Muyi, but his martial arts cultivation has long been stuck below the Ninth Stage, and he probably has no hope left of breaking through."
"Yet his actual combat strength is higher than Ouyang Muyi, who only recently stepped into the Eighth Stage."
Yun Feng nodded slightly, just as he was preparing for battle—
When he suddenly noticed that Wang Zhendong had not come alone.
There were two others with him.
The remaining two shared facial features similar to Wang Zhendong's and appeared to be around the same age.
The three Wang brothers wore cold sneers as they formed a triangular formation, completely surrounding Yun Feng.
"You arrogant wretch, your hands are stained with countless lives."
"Today, we three Wang brothers shall act on behalf of heaven and earth to take your dog's life!"
"By the way, we'll also avenge Nephew Muyi's murder for Grandmaster Ouyang!"
The corners of Ouyang Xing's eyes twitched.
Though Wang Zhendong kept claiming he was avenging Ouyang Muyi, every single word was a slap to the face of the Ouyang Family.
Ouyang Xing cast a deep look at Wang Zhendong, a cold, unfathomable sneer hanging at the corner of his mouth.
This brat Yun Feng had a Grandmaster behind him.
Even if the three of them could defeat Yun Feng through a coordinated gang attack, once they provoked the person backing Yun Feng, they would still be dead men walking.
In the crowd, someone spat quietly on the ground.
"Bah... The Wang brothers are ganging up on people again..."
Although they stood on opposing sides to Yun Feng, that didn't stop a portion of the crowd from still looking down on Wang Zhendong's gang tactics.
Yun Feng let out a nonchalant laugh and nodded:
"This is getting interesting."
"Come on, then."
Wang Zhendong shouted sternly, launching the initial attack against Yun Feng!
The remaining two moved in unison, splitting to his left and right to assault Yun Feng's flanks simultaneously!
The moment they struck, their coordination was seamless—one could tell at a glance they had a wealth of experience in gang fights!
Had it been any ordinary martial artist, being besieged by three experienced Eighth-Stage Martial Artists would have caused them to instantly lose their footing.
Yet Yun Feng remained entirely indifferent, his eyes as calm as two deep pools of water.
Countless gazes, both in the open and hidden, focused entirely on Yun Feng.
Yet, to everyone's surprise, until Wang Zhendong's fist was right upon him, Yun Feng didn't even budge!
Someone exclaimed inwardly in shock:
"Why isn't this Yun Feng moving at all?"
"Could he be scared out of his wits?"
"Given the defensive techniques he showed earlier, he could at least block one of them."
"Why isn't he dodging?"
"Isn't this just waiting to die?"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
One punch and two kicks landed squarely on Yun Feng's face, chest, and lower abdomen respectively.
Three dull thuds rang out.
"Xiaofeng?!" Zhou Ling's terrified cry escaped from behind Yun Feng.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat.
Did they land clean hits?
Taking the attacks of three Eighth-Stage Martial Artists head-on like that—even an elephant would drop dead on the spot!
Just as everyone braced themselves to witness Yun Feng's wretched demise—
They looked over, and all froze in unison.
Yun Feng was still standing firmly in his original spot, as imposing as a mountain peak, as if the three strikes that had just landed on his body didn't exist at all!
"What?!"
"He's actually completely fine?!"
Someone cried out in disbelief.
Ouyang Xing widened his eyes in astonishment as well, muttering under his breath:
"Good grief, could he actually be a Ninth-Stage Martial Artist?"
To shrug off the attacks of three Eighth-Stage Martial Artists with such casual ease—
This could no longer be described by the word "technique."
It was an absolute suppression of cultivation realms.
It was the embodiment of pure, unmatched strength!
"A Ninth-Stage Martial Artist at eighteen years old... How many years has it been since one last appeared?"
Ouyang Xing cursed under his breath:
"City Lord of Haicheng, you've really screwed me over this time..."
Killing intent grew fiercer in Ouyang Xing's eyes.
"Today, we have already made an enemy of Yun Feng."
"If we let this eighteen-year-old Ninth-Stage Martial Artist escape alive—"
"He will surely become a grave threat in the future!"
"No, today, both this Yun Feng and the Grandmaster lurking behind him must die!"
"Ahhh!!!"
Three consecutive screams suddenly erupted from directly in front of Yun Feng.
This instantly pulled everyone from their extreme shock back to reality.
It turned out that Yun Feng had reached out, casually tapping the Wang brothers' wrists and ankles with his fingertips.
Crisp sounds of bones cracking and tendons snapping echoed from Yun Feng's fingertips.
The skin on the hands and feet of the three Wang brothers remained intact, but the bones and tendons within were shattered inch by inch!
Instantly, their limbs turned as limp as cloth, dangling downward!
Wang Zhendong clutched his wrist, his face drained of color as he cried out in terror:
"You... you..."
"How dare you cripple me?"
Yun Feng broke into a bright smile: "Crippled? More than that."
Before his voice even faded, he threw a punch!
Wang Zhendong's entire body flew backward like a tattered sack!
He sailed across the entire street and smashed into the wall of another villa dozens of meters away.
When he slid down to the ground, he was already a corpse!
The remaining two Wang brothers shrieked in terror, scrambling frantically across the ground using all fours.
Without the slightest mercy, Yun Feng took two steps forward and stomped down on the backs of their hearts.
Blood leaked from their seven orifices as they dropped dead on the spot!
"Who's next?" Yun Feng's cold, indifferent voice echoed across the entire scene once more.
Looking at the several corpses sprawled on the ground, everyone fell into a heavy silence.
This Yun Feng possessed immense cultivation and ruthless methods; he was far beyond what the Haicheng City Lord had casually described on the phone last night as a mere "Eighth-Stage Martial Artist"!
By this point, the vast majority of people realized in their hearts that they had simply been used as pawns by the City Lord of Haicheng!
Yet, having reached this stage, they were riding a tiger and could no longer dismount.
"Seeing as your methods are this vicious, you must be a man who repays every grievance."
"Things have reached this point—today, you must die!"
An old man dressed in a bright yellow mandarin jacket hummed coldly:
"Wang Hua, you make a move and teach this ignorant, heaven-defying brat a lesson!"
This old man was also one of the Grandmasters who had arrived. Judging by where he stood, he should be a Grandmaster from the Wang Family.
"Understood!" A middle-aged man with a gloomy, sinister expression stepped out from behind the Wang Family Grandmaster.
A formidable aura suddenly erupted from him, releasing a heavy pressure that caused the surrounding martial artists of lesser realms to instinctively take two steps back.
Before he even struck, the terrifying might of a Ninth-Stage powerhouse was already fully displayed!
Zhou Ling said in a low voice:
"Xiaofeng, be careful."
"This is the younger brother of the current head of the Wang Family."
"He is of the same generation as Wang Zhendong."
"Only, his martial arts talent is simply incomparable."
"This Wang Hua is even younger than Wang Zhendong, yet his realm has already reached the Upper Ninth Stage."
"He is hailed as the martial artist in all of Haicheng with the greatest hope of becoming the next Grandmaster."
"He is one of the true backbone pillars of the Wang Family."
Seeing Wang Hua step forward, everyone felt a chill strike their hearts!
The Wang Family was taking this seriously!
If Wang Zhendong's move still left room for maneuver, then Wang Hua stepping up meant a situation where only death would end it!
...
On the rooftop, the Haicheng City Lord slapped his plump thigh and cheered:
"With Wang Hua's strength, this round will definitely crush Yun Feng!"
"It'll force out the Grandmaster behind him!"
"Once that Grandmaster makes a move..."
The Haicheng City Lord narrowed his eyes and sneered:
"These family Grandmasters certainly won't just sit by and watch either!"
"By then, both this Yun Feng and the person behind him will be left without a place to be buried!"
Chapter 22: Bring Out the Grandmaster Behind You!
Yun Feng looked Wang Hua up and down.
This man had strong tendons and robust bones, his Qi and Blood Power overflowing. Though over fifty years old, he showed no signs of decline whatsoever, and his eyes gleamed with internalized light. At a glance, he was clearly a martial arts expert who had trained both internally and externally.
Give him time, and stepping into the Grandmaster realm would be no empty promise.
Yet in Yun Feng's eyes...
"Hmph, nothing more than an ant."
Yun Feng said indifferently:
"Make your move."
A sinister flash of killing intent crossed Wang Hua's eyes as he spoke with chilling malice:
"Good, very good! How many years has it been since this old man saw a young punk as arrogant as you?"
"You actually dare to call this old man an ant?"
"If I don't kill you today, the entire Haicheng will point fingers at the Wang Family's spine and mock us for having no men left!"
Before his voice finished trailing off, Wang Hua stomped a single foot into the ground, his figure shooting forward like a ghostly afterimage to instantly slaughter his way toward Yun Feng!
Surrounding martial artists cast sidelong glances, praising in awe:
"As expected of the cunning Second Uncle of the Wang Family."
"Truly extraordinary."
"When other martial artists strike, their fist wind is fierce and their footsteps shake the ground, but the moment Wang Hua moves, it's completely silent."
"This is the result of strength being completely condensed and internalized."
"That is the mark of an expert who trains both internally and externally! Those of us who only focus on external skills ultimately fall into a lower tier..."
"So this is the Grandmaster's path... something we can only look up to..."
"This kid Yun Feng can force someone of Wang Hua's caliber—among the top tier of Haicheng—to use his martial arts, so he can already be proud of himself."
"Wang Hua's methods are equally vicious; he likely won't let the kid Yun Feng die easily. There's bound to be another round of agonizing torture..."
"Sigh... This Yun Feng can also be considered a stunningly brilliant prodigy, only to be snuffed out by an older-generation powerhouse like this... This old man can't help feeling a twinge of pity for his talent..."
"If only he were a junior of my own clan, how wonderful that would be?"
Amidst the murmuring crowd, Wang Hua had already materialized before Yun Feng like a descending ghost!
He clawed forward like an evil dragon emerging from the abyss, aiming straight for Yun Feng's eyes!
This move was exceptionally vicious and chillingly fierce!
Once successful, it would instantly cripple Yun Feng.
Following that would be the cat-and-mouse game of playful torture and slaughter!
It was the cruel signature technique that had made Wang Hua famous!
"Brat! Repent!"
A cruel smile tugged at the corner of Wang Hua's mouth.
"The more sincere your repentance, the faster I'll let you die!"
"Otherwise, infinite torment is all you have to look forward to!"
Before he could even finish speaking, Wang Hua's peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of a dusty gray blur.
It was a fist moving at a speed that defied comprehension!
Faster than the wind!
Faster than lightning!
Faster even than Wang Hua's own thoughts!
Just as Wang Hua realized what it was, before he even had time to figure out whose fist it belonged to—
The punch had already landed with absolute precision right on Wang Hua's temple!
Crack!
A sharp explosion!
Wang Hua vomited blood from all seven orifices as his entire body spun wildly like a top, hurled backward through the air.
The speed at which he was knocked backward was even two shades faster than the speed with which he had charged at Yun Feng!
By the time Wang Hua's corpse hit the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust—
Not a single person in the arena had yet processed what had just happened.
Everything was simply too fast!
Martial artists of slightly lower realms hadn't even seen what hit Wang Hua!
Only the three Grandmasters faintly caught the shadow of a phantom fist!
Whose... fist was that?
At that moment, cold sweat poured down from the foreheads and cheeks of the three Grandmasters in beads!
They finally realized that the situation seemed to have completely slipped out of their control!
Someone was helping Yun Feng!
This punch was definitely not something an under-twenty-year-old youth could throw!
On the rooftop, the Haicheng City Lord held up his binoculars and said in bewildered shock:
"Did the Grandmaster behind Yun Feng make a move?"
"And he killed Wang Hua with a single strike?"
"How is that even possible?"
"Didn't Master Qing say that the person behind Yun Feng was a medical Grandmaster?"
"Even if it were an established expert like the Wang Family Grandmaster or the Ouyang Family Grandmaster, wouldn't it still take a fair amount of effort to kill a robust Upper Ninth-Stage powerhouse like Wang Hua?"
"A medical Grandmaster—even if they stepped into martial arts through medicine—shouldn't possess such terrifying lethality, right?"
Down below, the martial artist retainers of the various elite families stared at Wang Hua's corpse on the ground—its head battered completely out of shape—and each fell into a long, inescapable silence.
It was too terrifying!
"What... what kind of technique is this?"
"He twisted the head of the Wang Family's Second Uncle clean off with a single punch?"
"A Grandmaster, that is definitely a Grandmaster!"
"Yun Feng?"
"Is... is it Yun Feng?"
"Could it be... that Yun Feng is the legendary teenage Grandmaster?"
"No... impossible... How could someone attain the Grandmaster realm at eighteen? I don't believe it!"
Ouyang Xing was the first to snap back to his senses, shouting coldly:
"Of course it's not Yun Feng!"
"There is a Grandmaster hiding in the shadows."
"Show yourself!"
"Hiding your head and tail—what kind of Grandmaster are you?"
The Wang Family Grandmaster also hummed coldly, the terrifying aura belonging to the Grandmaster realm instantly sweeping outward in a violent wave!
Wind and clouds churned all around him!
Surging, scorching currents of air erupted from the Wang Family Grandmaster's body!
That was the terrifying Qi and Blood Power, coursing through his body endlessly like a rushing river!
The Wang Family Grandmaster shouted harshly:
"Just who is it that is helping this jinx Yun Feng?"
"Step out and let this old man witness what kind of grace someone who can kill Wang Hua with a single punch actually possesses!"
The surrounding martial artists suddenly understood, murmuring amongst themselves in realization:
"So there was a Grandmaster interfering from the shadows..."
"With a Grandmaster's realm, it's indeed possible to deceive our eyes..."
"But they couldn't fool Grandmaster Ouyang and Grandmaster Wang!"
Zhou Ling was also stunned, staring at Yun Feng's back.
Someone was helping Xiaofeng?
For real?
Who could it be...
Could it be... that some senior teacher from the Yaochi Sect followed him down the mountain?
Zhou Ling felt a jolt of alarm, her pretty face instantly flushing bright red.
Doesn't that mean...
Last night, when I hugged Xiaofeng to sleep naked, my master and martial uncles... saw it all?!
The Haicheng City Lord slapped his thigh, raised his binoculars, and nodded repeatedly:
"We're about to see the true face of this medical Grandmaster!"
"I refuse to believe that three Grandmasters joining forces still can't force out a hiding medical Grandmaster?"
Yun Feng stood with his hands behind his back, shaking his head with a faint smile:
"You're all talking nonsense."