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Shengdu City, Wei Corporation.

"Young Master, we just received news from the Martial Arts Guild—the people from the Devouring Sky Club failed."

"And five of them were captured alive."

The young man referred to as "Young Master" frowned in displeasure.

"A bunch of useless fools! They couldn’t even handle a mere Martial Disciple."

"Tell the leader of the Devouring Sky Club to give me a proper explanation."

After speaking, the young man turned his attention back to the video in his hand.

His expression darkened further.

The men he had sent had turned Jiangcheng City’s Chosen Martial Arts School upside down, yet they hadn’t found anything of value.

Meanwhile, at Jiangcheng City Airport.

A middle-aged woman with a face covered in toxic sores stared at her phone, confusion flickering in her eyes.

Her fingers swiftly typed out a message.

Leader: "Leave Chen Feng’s matter to me."

Leader: "I’m in Jiangcheng right now. I’ll go see for myself."

Elder Liu: "Such a trivial matter isn’t worth your attention."

Elder Cai: "There was something strange about the last incident. Let’s have our subordinates test the waters first."

Admin: "I can send another team to handle it. This time, there won’t be any mistakes."

Senior Member: "I volunteer for the mission. I guarantee success."

Leader: "Focus on dealing with Wei Corporation’s people instead."

Admin: "Understood!"

...

The seemingly insignificant chat group’s leader was none other than the mastermind behind the Devouring Sky Club.

Now, as she stared at Chen Feng’s profile on her phone, she fell into deep thought.

"How did a mere Martial Disciple take down four Martial Artists and one Advanced Martial Artist?"

"Did someone help him?"

"How intriguing… heh."

Jiangcheng City outskirts.

Chen Feng surveyed the state of his small courtyard, his expression darkening.

The place no longer resembled a home—it looked like freshly plowed farmland.

The entire yard had been dug up.

Inside the house, the situation was even worse.

Not only had the floor tiles been ripped out, but even the walls had been stripped bare.

Jin Youxi stormed out of the bathroom, furious.

"These bastards went too far—they even tore apart the toilet!"

Chen Feng frowned slightly, quickly piecing together what they had been searching for.

They must have been after his martial arts techniques.

Since they hadn’t found anything, their next move would likely be targeting people.

Or perhaps they already had.

He thought back to what had happened in the provincial capital.

The Devouring Sky Club wouldn’t let this go so easily.

Chen Feng knew this suburban home was no longer safe.

Staying here would only invite danger.

He needed to find a more secure place to live.

Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei’s skills were too weak—living in such an exposed location was far too risky.

Fortunately, the loan only required an initial interest payment, and the rest could be repaid gradually.

For now, funds weren’t an issue.

The five captured Devouring Sky Club members had brought in a bounty—10,000 per Martial Artist and 100,000 for the Advanced Martial Artist.

Combined with the reward from the Martial Arts Guild, Chen Feng didn’t have to worry about money for the time being.

In the end, prioritizing safety, Chen Feng chose a new home in a residential area near the Martial Arts Guild.

He rented a three-bedroom apartment.

The only inconvenience was training.

His practice sessions were relocated to a small park within the complex.

Since the neighborhood was close to the Martial Arts Guild, many of its residents were guild members.

Even Yang Honghui, the branch head of Jiangcheng City’s Martial Arts Guild, lived there.

However, the place did have one drawback.

That was the Martial Arts Association members, who would start their morning training punctually at 6 AM next door.

Their shouts shook the heavens.

It was so loud that it was nearly impossible to sleep in.

So those who loved sleeping in generally didn’t live here.

And because of that, Chen Feng was able to rent this place without any trouble.

Meanwhile, as Liu Weiwei’s provincial competition went viral,

all the past incidents involving "One-Kick Superman" were dug up.

Unsurprisingly, the War God Martial Arts School took the hit.

"Poaching talent, kicking people to the curb after using them—War God is truly a sweatshop of a martial arts school."

"Trading disciples only to get utterly humiliated? Karma’s a bitch!"

"They even have a bottom-ranked elimination system? They’re trying to grind people to death."

"There’s someone named Sha Heming who supposedly knows tons of dirt on War God."

"Liu Weiwei escaped that hellhole, but Xiao Ruohan just jumped into the fire—no wonder her techniques got leaked online."

...

Xiang Jingpeng’s face turned livid as he scrolled through the flood of scandals about War God Martial Arts School online.

"That damn bastard—I should’ve finished him off back then!"

Especially when he saw Sha Heming, the guy Chen Feng had crippled,

now playing the victim online to gain clout while exposing War God’s shady dealings.

The most damaging revelation? The school’s predatory contracts.

And the twisted deals between instructors.

Because of this, Xiang Jingpeng even got summoned by the Martial Arts Association for questioning.

Yang Honghui stared coldly at Xiang Jingpeng and said,

"War God Martial Arts School is banned from recruiting new students for a year."

"Only after passing inspection and making proper reforms can you resume operations."

"If you fail, your school’s license will be revoked."

To save the school, the first thing Xiang Jingpeng did was fire Han Ming—Xiao Ruohan’s instructor.

Han Ming had also been Liu Weiwei’s teacher before.

And aside from Xiang Jingpeng himself, Han Ming was the most vilified online.

Xiang Jingpeng seized the chance to pin everything on him.

Of course, to keep Han Ming from talking, he paid a hefty sum in hush money.

But this wasn’t something Xiang Jingpeng could just let slide.

He redirected the blame squarely at Chen Feng.

He had the now-fired Han Ming publicly challenge Chen Feng online.

At the Chosen Martial Arts School, Jin Youxi—the most phone-addicted of the three disciples—was the first to spot someone openly trash-talking Chen Feng.

"Master, look—this guy’s insulting you."

Chen Feng took the phone, frowning.

He didn’t recognize the man at all.

"Chen Feng, you coward, fight me one-on-one if you’ve got the guts."

"All you do is stir up drama online—what kind of man are you?"

"Don’t think I don’t know—you’re the one behind all this."

"As the head of a martial arts school, do you dare accept my challenge?"

"I’m Han Ming, the one you screwed over and got fired!"

...

Beside him, Liu Weiwei frowned and said,

"Han Ming was my instructor back at War God."

"I didn’t expect him to get kicked out."

"I remember his rank was Advanced Martial Artist."

Advanced Martial Artist?

Chen Feng wasn’t worried.

He just didn’t feel like wasting time on duels.

If he accepted every challenge, he’d be exhausted.

Plus, the Devouring Sky Club was still watching him.

The more he revealed, the more danger he’d be in later.

Meanwhile, Han Ming took Chen Feng’s silence as fear.

In his mind, Chen Feng was just some low-level martial disciple.

After all, just three months ago, his vitality level had barely reached 100 points.

With only a little over three months having passed since then, there couldn't have been much of an increase.