Can't Take a Joke

The Yang Finger!

Another peerless technique of the Duan Family.

Jin Youxi’s palm strike was instantly shattered.

At the same time, the remaining force of the finger strikes shot straight toward Jin Youxi.

Chen Feng and Grandpa Jin acted simultaneously.

Hundreds of golden dragons roared forth, their cries echoing across the arena.

The remaining power of the Yang Finger was completely obliterated in an instant.

Grandpa Jin, meanwhile, unleashed a dark palm force that cracked the entire fighting platform in half.

Duan Yan’er’s bodyguards were instantly intimidated, no longer daring to make a move.

The insurmountable gap between the two sides was painfully clear.

However, Grandpa Jin felt his intervention might have been unnecessary.

Chen Feng alone could have handled it with ease.

Chen Feng then leaped onto the platform, glaring at the Duan Family’s bodyguards.

"Is this how the Duan Family handles defeat? With such poor sportsmanship?"

If he and Grandpa Jin hadn’t been present today,

his disciple would have either died or suffered severe injuries.

How could Chen Feng tolerate such a thing?

His martial domain expanded, a colossal phantom manifestation looming overhead.

Nirvana of the Tathagata!

With a single palm strike, he sent the bodyguards flying, blood spewing from their mouths.

Duan Yan’er’s assistant swiftly rushed forward,

blocking Chen Feng’s attack.

The assistant hastily pleaded,

"We sincerely apologize—it wasn’t intentional."

A mere "not intentional" could never quell Chen Feng’s fury.

Such reckless disregard for lives wasn’t something words could resolve.

"In that case, what happens next won’t be intentional either."

As he spoke, seven blood-red strings materialized before Chen Feng.

The assistant glanced warily at Grandpa Jin below the platform.

As a grandmaster, he had no fear of Chen Feng, a mere master-level fighter.

But with a martial sovereign standing guard nearby,

he knew there was no way to gain the upper hand today.

If he went all out and injured Chen Feng,

it would only provoke retaliation from the older generation.

For now, the assistant dared not unleash his full strength.

He could only shield Duan Yan’er and shout,

"Chen Feng, don’t push us too far!"

"Give the Duan Family some face—let this matter rest!"

"Give you face? Who’s giving me face?"

Chen Feng merged his techniques, plucking the blood-red strings.

The sound waves were deep and resonant, reverberating like the roars of ten thousand dragons.

Golden dragons surged toward the assistant.

Chen Feng could sense it—

the man had effortlessly blocked his Heaven-Man Unity palm strike earlier.

His strength was undoubtedly superior.

At the very least, his qi and blood cultivation surpassed Chen Feng’s.

So this time, Chen Feng held nothing back.

The assistant, who had intended to hold back, suddenly felt overwhelming danger.

He immediately drew the saber at his waist,

slashing out blade beams over ten meters long.

He barely managed to deflect Chen Feng’s sonic assault.

But though the attack was blocked, his heart was in turmoil.

"How is he this strong?!"

"I can’t even counterattack—I’m forced into pure defense!"

"A grandmaster like me, reduced to barely holding my ground?"

"This is absurd!"

Meanwhile, the spectators in the stands were electrified.

For just ninety bucks, they were getting an extra show.

"What a steal! Two fights for the price of one!"

"Chen Feng’s aura is insane!"

"What level is Duan Yan’er’s assistant? He’s actually holding his own against the Hero of Xia!"

"The Duan Family’s website lists him as a grandmaster! Can you believe it?"

Among the crowd, Li Kong stared at Chen Feng in shock.

"Such power rivals a grandmaster’s."

"At his age? Truly terrifying!"

Jin Youxi, not wanting to distract Chen Feng, had retreated off the platform.

Watching her master fight for her, she called out dreamily,

"Master looks so cool when he fights!"

"Go, Master!"

Grandpa Jin sighed in exasperation.

Chen Feng advanced step by step, his attacks unrelenting.

The assistant was drenched in sweat under the pressure.

But then, Duan Yan’er dealt him a verbal blow.

"Aren’t you a grandmaster? Why can’t you even handle Chen Feng?"

"I just checked his qi and blood value—it’s only sixteen hundred."

"Yours is double that!"

"How does a grandmaster lose to a mere master?"

The assistant was at a loss.

He even began doubting himself.

"Am I really this weak?"

Chen Feng’s legs moved with the power of the Crippled Foot technique,

each step leaving deep imprints on the platform.

He closed in on Duan Yan’er and her assistant,

the sonic dragons relentlessly battering them,

leaving no room for countermeasures.

By the time he was within ten meters,

the assistant was exhausted, sweat pouring down his face.

Then came the real horror—

he felt his qi and blood circulation faltering.

Strands of his energy were being siphoned away, drawn toward Chen Feng.

"Star-Stealing Skill!"

"But why does it feel different from the one I trained?"

Panicking, he raised his left hand,

attempting to counter with his own Star-Stealing Skill.

But instead of resisting Chen Feng’s North Sea Divine Art,

he only accelerated his own energy drain.

Not just his—Duan Yan’er’s qi and blood were also being rapidly sapped.

"My energy is leaking!"

"That bastard is secretly using the Star-Stealing Skill!"

"Do something, damn it!" Duan Yan’er shrieked.

The assistant’s veins bulged in frustration.

Realizing his technique was ineffective,

he abandoned the Star-Stealing Skill and fired a Yang Finger strike.

But the force was instantly shattered by the sonic waves.

It didn’t even faze Chen Feng.

Desperate, the assistant cried out,

"We surrender!"

"Please, Master Chen, show mercy!"

Duan Yan’er burned with humiliation.

To beg for mercy in front of so many people—

it was beyond disgraceful.

And with her energy draining away,

she was too terrified to utter another defiant word.

Chen Feng took one final step forward.

The assistant could no longer hold his ground,

forced to stagger backward.

Duan Yan’er scrambled away in a disheveled retreat.

With a final strike against the strings,

Chen Feng sent both of them flying off the platform.

The assistant’s face was a mask of disbelief.

He was a grandmaster—

yet he’d been completely suppressed by a mere master.

It defied all logic.

He couldn’t fathom how Chen Feng’s attacks carried such overwhelming force,

each clash leaving him utterly outmatched.

Once they were off the platform,

Chen Feng finally ceased his assault.

He cast a cold glance at Duan Yan’er and snorted.

"If you can’t handle losing, don’t play the game."

"Save yourself the embarrassment."