Su Yan

Chen Feng looked at Han Ming, who was struggling backward while frantically apologizing.

He walked up to him and said mercilessly:

"If apologies were enough, what would be the point of a life-and-death contract?"

There was no way he would forgive Han Ming.

The pitiful state of his two disciples that day was still fresh in his mind.

The existence of such scum was the greatest insult to Great Xia.

Chen Feng knew that in this world where strength ruled,

mercy would bring no good outcome.

Today, he had broken Han Ming’s legs.

If he let him go,

the moment Han Ming got another chance,

he would undoubtedly seek revenge.

As the saying goes: "If you cut the grass but don’t uproot it, your whole family will pay the price."

With a cold expression, Chen Feng struck down with his palm.

Han Ming let out a blood-curdling scream:

"No, please!"

"Ah!"

His cries echoed across the arena.

A puddle of filth spread beneath him as he lost control of his bladder.

Han Ming stared blankly at his dantian area,

now a mangled mess of flesh and blood.

His entire lower body had gone numb.

"I'm finished… my martial arts, my vitality, half a lifetime of effort…"

"I'm no longer a warrior… Why did it come to this?"

Han Ming wailed helplessly, unable to accept this cruel reality.

Though he wasn’t dead, he was now worse off than an ordinary person.

His lower body was completely paralyzed.

He had no idea how he would live the rest of his life.

Overwhelmed by despair, Han Ming spat out another mouthful of blood.

Outwardly, he looked pitiful, but inwardly, he felt a sliver of relief—

on a life-and-death arena, he had somehow survived.

But then, Chen Feng suddenly remarked:

"Oh, I almost forgot—we did sign a life-and-death contract, didn’t we?"

Han Ming froze, then looked up at Chen Feng in terror.

Only to see another palm descending upon him.

"No!"

"Spare me! I’ll never dare again!"

Chen Feng snorted coldly.

"Did you ever think of sparing me?"

With that final strike, Han Ming collapsed, blood streaming from his seven orifices, his heart filled with endless regret.

In his last moments of fading consciousness,

he could only lament why he had ever provoked such a monster.

Beside the arena,

Yang Honghui, who had been itching for action, was stunned.

Not only had he not been needed,

but Chen Feng’s strength was beyond anything he expected.

Even top-tier warriors couldn’t touch him.

High-level fighters stood no chance—they could only take a beating.

His thoughts drifted to the once-in-sixty-years opening of the Kunlun Forbidden Land.

The way he looked at Chen Feng grew increasingly fervent.

On various live-streaming platforms,

netizens watching the broadcast were equally shocked by the outcome.

"Chen Feng pulled off another counter-kill!"

"No wonder he’s Liu Weiwei’s master—those three kicks were insane!"

"Thank goodness he didn’t join the Warrior-Class Tournament, or I’d be out of luck."

"Isn’t he basically invincible at this level?"

"Not quite. The prodigies from the Sacred Capital are just as terrifying."

After this battle, all previous doubts vanished.

People had no choice but to admit—Chen Feng was indeed a freak of nature.

Even compared to the elite descendants of the Sacred Capital’s great clans, he was no less formidable.

With the life-and-death duel concluded,

Chen Feng walked out of the stadium with his two ecstatic disciples in tow.

But just as they reached the exit,

the grating voice of Xiao Ruohan’s mother, Xu Lan, reached his ears.

"Ugh, what’s this ugly freak doing here?"

"Get away from me—just looking at you makes me sick."

Chen Feng saw a hunched elderly woman in a gray dress,

leaning on a cane as she limped toward the exit.

Behind her were Xiao Ruohan and her mother, Xu Lan.

Already in a foul mood after failing to see Chen Feng beaten to death—and worse, watching him show off—

Xu Lan couldn’t hold back when the disabled woman blocked her path.

Her insults immediately drew the attention of bystanders.

The murmurs of the crowd made Xiao Ruohan’s face darken.

She tugged at Xu Lan’s arm, trying to steer her away and leave quickly,

before they embarrassed themselves further.

But Xu Lan snapped,

"Why are you pulling me?!"

"Nothing ever goes right these days."

"Even walking is a hassle with this old trash in the way."

Xiao Ruohan frowned.

"Can’t we just go around?"

Xu Lan shook her off.

"Go around? Why should we?!"

"A good dog doesn’t block the road—get out of my way!"

With that, she shoved the frail woman to the ground.

Some onlookers recorded the scene on their phones.

Others criticized Xu Lan.

A few simply watched for entertainment.

But no one stepped forward to help the fallen woman.

Chen Feng’s brow furrowed.

He despised this kind of cold, indifferent world.

It chilled the heart and bred despair.

Since the area was under stadium surveillance with plenty of cameras,

he wasn’t worried about being framed.

He strode forward and helped the woman up.

"Ma’am, are you alright?"

"If you’re hurt, I can call the police for you."

Meanwhile, Xiao Ruohan walked away alone.

Chen Feng’s affairs were already enough of a headache—she had no energy left to deal with her hopeless mother.

Xu Lan had barely stepped over the woman when, a few meters away,

she heard a familiar voice.

Turning, she saw—

of course—it was that damn Chen Feng.

"Well, well, who’s playing the hero now? Oh, it’s you."

"What, is this hag your mother or something?"

"Must be some disgusting disease she’s got."

"Tell her to stay home next time—she’s ruining the city’s image."

Xu Lan chuckled to herself,

feeling slightly better after venting.

But the crowd had heard enough.

"Your attitude is beyond disgusting."

"That’s too much—I can’t even listen to this."

"With a mouth like that, you’d better hope lightning doesn’t strike."

"I can’t believe I share a world with someone like you."

Under the barrage of scorn,

Xu Lan fired back defiantly before finally huffing and strutting away when the tide turned against her.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Little did Xu Lan know,

she had just narrowly escaped death.

The woman she had pushed merely glanced at her,

a flash of killing intent in her eyes.

If not for the crowd,

Xu Lan would already be a corpse.

"Out of all the vast Jiang City, this is the first time someone dares to bully me."

Su Yan smirked to herself, more amused than angry.

As the leader of the Devouring Sky Club,

she had no interest in crushing an ant like Xu Lan.

But the young man who had helped her up—

now he was intriguing.

"What a strange world."

Just earlier, her subordinates had been trying to kidnap this very Chen Feng.

Now here she was, experiencing his kindness firsthand.

Su Yan studied him curiously.

"Aren’t you repulsed by how ugly and disgusting I look?"

Out of politeness, Chen Feng only gave the elderly woman a brief glance.

But there was no denying it—her appearance was horrifying.

Her face was covered in swollen, festering sores, distorting her features.

Her hunched back and bloated body made it impossible to stand straight.

Even her hands were riddled with gruesome lesions.

"No wonder no one else dared to help."

After helping Su Yan pick up her cane, Chen Feng finally responded to her question:

"One must never be burdened by the beauty or flaws of their physical shell."

"Superficial aesthetics only bring false vanity."

"Otherwise, others will become your hell."

"True beauty exists everywhere—it’s just that everyone’s standards for it differ."