At the End of My Patience

Han Ming's actions were entirely orchestrated by Xiang Jingpeng.

It was also one of the conditions tied to the 500,000 hush money—meant to humiliate Chen Feng.

At the same time, it served to divert some of the online attention.

Naturally, countless netizens who loved stirring up drama egged it on.

"Begging Master Chen to step up and give him the full treatment!"

"Chen Feng is just a martial apprentice, but this guy is reportedly a genuine advanced martial artist."

"Who are you underestimating? If he can defeat a martial artist with one palm strike, maybe he can take down an advanced one too."

"Exactly, you won’t know unless they fight."

"Supporting the duel +1."

...

No matter how much the internet raged, Chen Feng acted as if he didn’t see it.

These days, he spent every moment training with Liu Weiwei.

Using his harmonized-with-nature experience, he helped his disciple elevate her Heavenly Crippled Kick.

He also had to supervise Jin Youxi’s training.

Otherwise, this disciple would spend all her free time scrolling through her phone.

Recently, Chen Feng had helped Jin Youxi unblock another acupoint.

Her qi-blood value had risen to 96 points—just a little shy of becoming a martial apprentice.

This made Jin Youxi even more hopeful for the future.

But this peaceful life didn’t last long.

Xiang Jingpeng’s plan worked.

Ever since Han Ming was arranged to challenge Chen Feng,

the online attention gradually shifted.

Han Ming even reaped unexpected benefits.

His self-media account’s followers skyrocketed to hundreds of thousands, all because he kept taunting Chen Feng.

He was even signed by a notorious influencer agency,

flooded with endless low-quality ad deals.

Recently, to further hype things up,

under his agency’s direction, he showed up at Chen Feng’s residential complex.

With a loudspeaker in hand, he shouted at the building where Chen Feng lived:

"Chen Feng, you coward, what kind of man are you?!"

"I worked diligently for decades, only to end up fired!"

"It’s all because of the rumors you spread online that ruined my life!"

...

His outburst instantly drew a crowd.

Elderly onlookers, unaware of the truth, eagerly gossiped:

"That Chen guy must be no good."

"Otherwise, he wouldn’t have driven someone to this point."

"Look at this young man—rosy lips, white teeth, gold-rimmed glasses. He seems like a decent fellow."

"If someone’s yelling at your door and you don’t even come out to defend yourself, you must be guilty."

...

In this day and age, once the elderly started talking, ruin wasn’t far behind.

Chen Feng heard it all.

Finally, he sighed in resignation.

"Guess I’ll have to reveal my strength."

"I’ll beat him until even his own mother won’t recognize him."

Originally, he hadn’t wanted to expose his abilities.

After all, the Devouring Sky Club was still lurking in the shadows,

waiting for the right moment to strike.

The more he revealed now, the greater the danger later.

But this despicable guy had gone too far.

If he didn’t act now, life would become unbearable.

Chen Feng opened his door and stepped into the living room, intending to tell his disciples about his decision to accept the challenge.

But no one was there.

He knocked on their bedroom doors—no response.

"Crap! Did they go downstairs already?"

The loudspeaker outside suddenly fell silent.

Chen Feng rushed to the window.

Sure enough, Jin Youxi stood below, hands on her hips, arguing with Han Ming.

Liu Weiwei was beside her.

Afraid his disciples would suffer, Chen Feng didn’t hesitate.

He bolted out the door and raced downstairs.

Down below, Jin Youxi was pointing at Han Ming and yelling:

"You’re shameless!"

"The War God Martial Arts Academy fired you—what does that have to do with my master?"

"If you’ve got guts, go shout outside their doors!"

Han Ming smirked.

He wasn’t here for logic—he was here to smear Chen Feng.

"Oh, who do we have here? Chen Feng’s little sweetheart."

"Everyone, take a look! These two claim to be his disciples, but we all know the truth."

"One man, two women, living together—how disgusting!"

Jin Youxi’s face flushed red with fury.

Liu Weiwei spoke up:

"Han Ming, I never thought you’d stoop this low."

Han Ming curled his lips.

"You, a traitor to the War God Martial Arts Academy, dare to question my character?"

"Now you’ve teamed up with the Chosen Martial Arts Academy to attack your own roots."

"Have you forgotten who your first teacher was?"

"Back then, you even tried to seduce me. Luckily, I’m a principled man."

His words drew scornful murmurs from the crowd.

Liu Weiwei retorted angrily:

"That’s a lie! I never did such a thing!"

But no one listened.

The crowd only cared about the drama, not the truth.

"I know they live on the 17th floor—sharing an apartment with some young guy."

"That guy looks barely twenty. Doesn’t seem like any ‘master.’"

"These two girls seem so innocent, but who knew they were such hypocrites?"

"Bet they’re being kept by that Chen Feng."

...

Han Ming was live-streaming the whole scene.

He pointed his phone camera at Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei:

"Look, folks! A 21-year-old ‘master’ with two female disciples around his age."

"Tell me—do you really believe there’s nothing shady going on?"

Jin Youxi snapped.

She lunged for his phone, wanting to smash it.

Han Ming gloated inwardly.

Perfect timing.

As Jin Youxi grabbed the phone and prepared to hurl it,

Han Ming suddenly shouted:

"What are you doing?!"

At the same time, he seized her wrist and flung her aside.

A girl who wasn’t even a martial apprentice stood no chance against an advanced martial artist.

In an instant, she was sent flying off her feet.

"Ahhh!" Jin Youxi screamed.

Liu Weiwei panicked.

"Let her go!"

Han Ming ignored her.

Desperate, Liu Weiwei unleashed her Heavenly Crippled Kick—

Triple World Annihilation!

Han Ming sneered.

With a forceful toss, he hurled Jin Youxi over ten meters away.

Then, he countered with his own technique—

Wind God’s Leg!

His legs became a blur of motion.

For the first time, Liu Weiwei realized her unstoppable Heavenly Crippled Kick

was nothing against a true expert.

He was an advanced martial artist.

She was just an apprentice.

Two whole realms apart.

Her kick shattered instantly.

Then, a brutal strike landed on her abdomen.

She was sent flying backward.

Just before she crashed into a wall,

a pair of warm hands caught her from behind.

"Weiwei, are you okay?"

Liu Weiwei looked up into a face that always made her feel safe.

Then, she coughed up blood, her vision darkened, and she passed out.

Meanwhile, Jin Youxi, battered and bleeding from her forehead and elbows,

struggled to her feet.

Limping toward Chen Feng, she sobbed:

"Master!"

"Wuuu…"

"He bullied us!"