After unleashing the eleventh kick, Liu Weiwei coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Her body collapsed straight onto the ground.
At this moment, her entire right leg was drenched in fresh blood.
Jin Youxi rushed over anxiously.
“Weiwei, what’s wrong with you?”
“Don’t scare me like that!”
“How could you possibly use the eleventh kick?”
“Master said that before the meridians fully recover, under no circumstances should the Heavenly Broken Kick be overused.”
Wang Hao hurried forward as well.
Chen Feng was his lifesaver.
Now, with his savior possibly perishing on Kunlun Mountain, he naturally wanted to help take care of Chen Feng’s disciple.
Medical staff who had been urgently summoned rushed into the ring to examine Liu Weiwei.
After the examination, they shook their heads regretfully.
“The meridians in her right leg are completely severed. It’s basically ruined.”
Upon hearing this, Jin Youxi immediately threw herself into Liu Weiwei’s arms, crying loudly.
“Weiwei, why were you so foolish?”
Wang Hao sighed deeply.
“To risk a lifetime’s future for a national champion at the martial arts student level.”
“Was it really worth it?”
Liu Weiwei gave a light cough, spitting out some blood foam.
But a smile appeared on her face.
“It was worth it!”
“Even if it costs me my life, I won’t lose to someone who humiliated my master.”
Wang Hao was taken aback.
Only now did he understand why this young girl was willing to fight so desperately.
It seemed that the youth from the Duan Family must have spoken disrespectfully to Chen Feng.
His admiration for Chen Feng grew even stronger.
“To have such a disciple, what more could a master ask for?”
“But it’s such a pity…”
Soon, Liu Weiwei was carried away.
Because both the champion and the runner-up were injured, at the awards ceremony, their medals were accepted by others.
The runner-up’s proxy was undoubtedly someone from the Duan Family.
But the champion’s proxy was unexpected by everyone.
It was Wang Hao from the Wang Family who went on stage to accept the award on her behalf.
This sparked endless questions from reporters.
“Mr. Wang, what is your relationship with the champion? Why are you accepting the trophy for her?”
Wang Hao ignored all the other gossip questions.
He only answered this one.
Facing the cameras, abandoning his usual nonchalant attitude, he spoke solemnly:
“Her master is my lifesaver.”
Then he left immediately.
This sentence sent a clear message.
Chen Feng’s two disciples were under the protection of the Wang Family.
……
Kunlun Mountain.
A few minutes earlier.
Chen Feng slowly came to, still groggy.
He had no idea how long he had been unconscious.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a young man in a sharp suit standing before him.
Noticing Chen Feng was awake, Wei Guangming turned around and looked down at Chen Feng, who was sitting on the ground leaning against a tree.
“You’re finally awake.”
He smiled faintly, with a hint of sly charm.
Chen Feng shook his heavy head.
His mind was still foggy.
Although the person in front of him was a young man, he heard a girl’s voice in his head.
“Who are you?”
Wei Guangming replied coldly:
“Who I am isn’t important.”
“What matters is whether you obediently hand over your martial arts manual to the Wei Family.”
“Or if I cripple you and take you back to the family for a slow interrogation.”
The Wei Family!
Chen Feng hadn’t expected the Wei Clan to still have backup plans.
“Persistent as ever.”
At this moment, Chen Feng was certain he hadn’t misheard.
The pretty boy in front of him spoke with a tone that was neither fully masculine nor feminine — a strange, unsettling mix.
But the young man before him was far too confident.
He didn’t even try to launch a sneak attack while Chen Feng was asleep.
The Kunlun Mountain’s blood and energy limit was only a thousand.
At his Tianren Unity realm, he had never feared anyone in a one-on-one fight.
Chen Feng leaned against a tree trunk and slowly stood up.
Looking straight at Wei Guangming, he spoke bluntly:
“Your Wei family has attacked me repeatedly.”
“If you want my martial technique, come and take it with your own skill!”
“I just didn’t expect the Wei family to send a sissy to catch me.”
After finishing, a massive shadow identical to him enveloped Chen Feng.
A golden dragon gradually took shape, coiling around the shadow.
Wei Guangming’s eyes narrowed slightly.
He slowly drew the soft sword hanging at his waist.
“You’ll be held accountable for your words.”
The Wei family despised anyone mocking their physical shortcomings above all else.
Chen Feng’s words had already angered him.
Since it was time to fight, Chen Feng didn’t hesitate for a moment.
His Heavenly Residue Kick activated, and he shot forward in an instant.
At the same time, both palms struck out together, the roar of a dragon and the chant of Buddhist mantras filling the air.
But in the next moment, the youth before him blurred into a series of afterimages, effortlessly evading his attack.
“So fast!”
Chen Feng was shocked.
He had never expected the other to be this quick.
The next instant, Wei Guangming’s soft sword stabbed forward.
Chen Feng immediately swung out a palm strike to block it.
He barely blocked one strike before another followed in quick succession.
The speed was so fast that Chen Feng didn’t even have time to blink.
“How can he be this fast!”
Since he began fighting, this was the first time Chen Feng had been suppressed in terms of technique.
At his Tianren Unity realm, facing the youth’s eerily fast swordsmanship, he found himself forced onto the defensive.
But it was only a moment.
Wei Guangming slashed seventy-two times in a row.
“Your realm is indeed very high.”
“Among those of the same level, few can withstand my Seventy-Two Path Demon-Slaying Sword Technique.”
Seventy-Two Path Demon-Slaying Sword Technique?
Chen Feng was slightly startled.
He had heard some rumors about the Wei family, one of the nine great clans and the most powerful among them.
He knew the family was extremely mysterious, rumored to harbor a hidden Martial Saint.
Their cultivated techniques were said to be legendary Saint-level skills.
Only the most talented core members were qualified to learn them.
They rarely displayed these skills publicly or participated in competitions.
The man before him seemed to be an even more core member than Wei Xu.
Just as Chen Feng was stunned, Wei Guangming continued:
“I’ll give you one chance. Kneel before me now, and it’s not too late.”
Chen Feng frowned, displeased.
“You little sissy, you talk too much.”
“Even if I die, I won’t surrender to a sissy like you.”
Calling him “sissy” repeatedly had completely enraged Wei Guangming.
The soft sword trembled, emitting a piercing, mournful sword cry.
Like a phantom, it stabbed at Chen Feng once again.
Although Chen Feng was forced to defend, he was noticeably more composed than the first time.
The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms fused with the Buddha’s Palm, when blocking the sword strikes, unleashed residual force that forced Wei Guangming to retreat.
For a moment, neither could gain the upper hand.
Far away on the mountaintop, a few members of the Kunlun remnants watched the battle below with curiosity.
A woman voiced her confusion:
“What kind of martial art is that bloody man using? I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Not only the martial art, but his realm is also very high.”
“The first time I’ve seen anyone besides our Kunlun descendants reach such a high level at such a young age.”
“The other person must be using the Bixie Sword Technique from the Sunflower Manual.”
“If he had fully mastered the Sunflower Manual, that other young man wouldn’t stand a chance.”
With those words spoken, the two combatants parted ways once more.
Wei Guangming hadn’t expected that the Bixie Sword Technique, which had always been unbeatable until now, would fail to take down his opponent this time.
“You truly are strong, and you have every reason to be confident.”
“But in front of me, that’s still not enough.”
As he spoke, Wei Guangming flicked his sleeve.
From the cuff of his suit jacket, countless tiny embroidered needles shot out.
Each needle was attached to a thin silk thread.
The threads stretched longer and longer.
Gradually, the cuff of his suit jacket began to unravel.
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