I'm Really Sorry

Chen Feng felt truly awkward.

He had just surrendered and admitted defeat, only to renege on his word after eating and drinking.

This was undeniably a rather dishonorable move.

But his vital energy had surged from 500 to 800.

His strength was now on an entirely different level.

Before, he could barely withstand Wei Guangming’s attacks.

Now, Chen Feng sensed he had the power to fight back.

After all, the gap between their vital energy levels had narrowed significantly.

His state of "Unity of Man and Heaven" could now unleash even greater might.

Surrendering like this would be a waste.

"A man shouldn’t be too rigid."

"A true man knows when to yield and when to stand firm."

"It’s time to stand firm."

"Wasn’t enduring humiliation earlier all for this moment?"

Once again, Chen Feng convinced himself.

Wei Guangming glared at Chen Feng with a dark expression.

"Are you messing with me?"

"In all my years, no one has ever dared to play me like this."

"Do you really think I won’t kill you?"

"You’ve lost your chance to surrender. This time, I’ll cripple your dantian."

...

Wei Guangming was now thoroughly enraged.

He felt utterly deceived by Chen Feng.

This time, he attacked with both hands moving in unison.

The sleeves of his suit jacket unraveled instantly.

Threads danced through the air as countless embroidery needles pierced through, emitting shrill, trembling shrieks.

For Wei Guangming,

only Chen Feng’s screams could quell the fury burning inside him.

Up on the mountain peak, the Kunlun descendants watching the spectacle were baffled.

A few of them began speculating.

"What’s the meaning of this?"

"Taking a break to eat before fighting again?"

"Zhang Bowen, do people in the outside world have such customs?"

The young man called Zhang Bowen wore a loose tracksuit,

a stark contrast to the ancient robes of his companions.

Zhang Bowen smiled faintly.

"The Great Xia doesn’t have such traditions."

"I haven’t left Kunlun in a long time. Maybe some bizarre new trend has emerged out there."

"Once they finish, I’ll go down and ask."

Below.

Seeing Wei Guangming launch an even fiercer assault,

Chen Feng didn’t dare slack off.

He activated the domain of the North Sea Divine Art.

Simultaneously, he unleashed the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms and the Tathagata Palm—

his strongest offensive techniques.

Through his profound comprehension of the Unity of Man and Heaven, he forcibly merged the two techniques, doubling their destructive power.

With both palms striking out, dozens of massive palm shadows surged forth, accompanied by golden dragon phantoms, their resonant chants and dragon roars filling the air.

The incoming needles were all repelled in an instant.

Wei Guangming’s martial techniques crumbled under the assault.

Even his supremely refined protective energy wavered.

He couldn’t help but wonder—

"How is this possible?"

"Why does he feel so much stronger now?"

"Was he holding back earlier?"

Wei Guangming controlled the threads with one hand while drawing his flexible sword with the other.

He attacked again.

From their earlier clash,

Chen Feng had gauged the extent of his current strength.

With just 500 units of vital energy, he had already been able to fight above his level thanks to his mastery of Unity of Man and Heaven.

But against an opponent like Wei Guangming, he could only barely defend.

Now, the gap between them had shrunk from double to just 200 units—

almost negligible.

At similar cultivation levels, his superior comprehension meant his attacks were undeniably stronger.

His speed was still a slight disadvantage,

but overwhelming force could compensate for technique.

Even if he relied solely on the North Sea Divine Art’s energy-draining ability,

just defending would eventually exhaust Wei Guangming.

Chen Feng was now confident of victory.

Though he was still injured,

he felt that if he faced the previous invaders again, he could take on ten at once.

Their next exchange proved it.

Chen Feng’s palm techniques were now in a league of their own.

He effortlessly blocked every one of Wei Guangming’s attacks.

The residual force of his strikes nearly shattered Wei Guangming’s protective energy multiple times.

All of Wei Guangming’s earlier advantages had vanished.

Staring at Chen Feng in shock, he found it hard to believe.

"How did he suddenly become so strong?"

"I could have crushed him easily before."

"Was he just too weak from hunger earlier?"

"Now that he’s eaten and drunk, he’s regained his strength?"

Wei Guangming couldn’t make sense of it.

He even sensed that Chen Feng’s vital energy felt denser than before.

If not for the ongoing battle, he would have pulled out his vital energy scanner to check.

But Wei Guangming refused to accept defeat.

At the same cultivation level, no one could possibly defeat him.

After all, he practiced the Wei family’s sacred-tier technique—

the Sunflower Manual!

The strongest martial art in the Great Xia.

Wei Guangming launched a frenzied offensive.

Half an hour later,

he made a horrifying discovery.

He couldn’t defeat Chen Feng.

Not only that, but Chen Feng’s techniques were overwhelmingly powerful.

Every attack forced Wei Guangming to expend vast amounts of vital energy just to maintain his defenses.

At this rate, the battle would become a war of attrition—

a test of who ran out of energy first.

Worse, Wei Guangming noticed something else.

Every time he attacked, Chen Feng siphoned off a portion of his vital energy.

A dreadful realization dawned on him.

He might actually lose this endurance battle.

Lose.

For Wei Guangming, that was unacceptable.

He poured more energy into his sword and needles, attacking with reckless abandon.

Yet no matter what he tried, Chen Feng blocked it all.

With their vital energy gap narrowed to 800 vs. 1000,

Chen Feng’s mastery of Unity of Man and Heaven gave him an ever-growing edge.

Another half hour passed.

Wei Guangming, after his relentless assault, began to falter.

Furious attacks meant faster energy depletion.

Chen Feng, though able to drain some energy through the North Sea Divine Art,

was also drenched in sweat from exhaustion.

His old injuries hadn’t fully healed—

otherwise, he would have already won.

Wei Guangming’s techniques were lethally precise.

Coupled with his terrifying speed, Chen Feng couldn’t afford even a moment’s carelessness.

Every second, he had to counter with his fused palm techniques to withstand the barrage.

Launching his own attacks was still too risky—it would leave openings.

Another hour passed.

Wei Guangming’s shirt was soaked through with sweat.

Never in his life had he been pushed this far.

But he would never admit defeat.

Chen Feng, too, was panting heavily, drenched in sweat.

He had to admit, this effeminate opponent had terrifying stamina.

To maintain such a high-intensity assault for so long was inhuman.

Up on the mountain, the Kunlun descendants were also puzzled.

"Why can’t the Sunflower Manual overpower that kid now?"

"What kind of technique is he using to withstand it?"

"Time’s almost up. I’ll go capture him."

"The intruders in the Four Symbols Chasm should have reached the Azure Dragon’s Tomb by now."

As they spoke,

Zhang Bowen leaped off the hundred-meter cliff.

In the midst of battle, Chen Feng suddenly felt a gust of wind whip around him.

Wei Guangming suddenly realized something was amiss.

He halted his fierce offensive and swiftly retreated.

At that moment, a voice came from behind Chen Feng.

"Good reflexes."

"At your age, I was just a measly Advanced Martial Artist."

"My mastery of techniques was also several levels below yours."