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Feng Feng Feng's expression darkened as he snorted and said: "What you say sounds better than singing. Don't you want to bully the weak? Will you be waiting for us here?"

After being exposed, Li Xueyi could no longer care about his face. He became angry from embarrassment, and the Essence in his body surged. The aura of a Grade 5 Warrior was released, and even Hu Zi felt a deep threat.

"Brother Feng, you go first."

Hu Zi ignored the threat and stood in front of the peak to let it leave first.

Hu Zi believed that his cultivation was higher than his peak. With the power of his bloodline, he could go head to head with his opponent. On the other hand, Hu Zi believed that his cultivation was much higher than his opponent's.

He looked in the direction of the drill grounds and shouted, "No, you have to hurry up and participate in the competition. Otherwise, it'll be too late."

Hu Zi stubbornly said, "Even if I give up, I won't stand by and watch you get bullied."

Chu Feng looked at Li Xueyi and gave a cold laugh. "Isn't it just a fifth rank warrior? He can't do anything to me."

As he finished speaking, his figure moved, and the aura around him increased dramatically. An invisible pressure was pressing down, causing even Li Xueyi's pupils to constrict. The foot that he was about to take a step forward suddenly stopped as he looked at Feng Feiyun in shock and asked: "You hid your cultivation?"

"There is no need for me to hide my cultivation. I am just a third rank Fighter." Feng Feng Jian lightly said.

"Impossible." Li Jun's round, eagle-like eyes stared at the peak as she said in puzzlement, "It's impossible for a mere Third Grade Warrior to emit such a terrifying aura."

"That's because you're afraid of death." Tsui Tsui said sarcastically.

It was not only Li Jun, but everyone under the Martial Master realm felt a sense of danger from the peak. They looked at him in shock and did not understand the fear they would feel when facing someone with a lower cultivation level.

As for those Martial Masters and above, including the Martial Kings, they were very interested in the strong aura radiating from the peak of the mountain. Logically speaking, no matter how strong a Fighter's aura was, it shouldn't be able to directly crush a Fighter.

A young warrior asked an elderly man beside him, "Master, what's going on?"

The old man stroked his beard and pondered for a moment. He said, "His aura is very violent. It should be because he often hunts magical beasts and is tainted with the grudges of magical beasts before they die."

"Bro, what a brilliant idea!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, someone else immediately echoed him.

Hu Zi also felt a sense of danger from Feng Feiyun and asked in disbelief: "Brother Feng, are you really a third rank warrior?"

Feng Feng was afraid that Hu Zi might be unwilling to participate in the competition, so he turned around and said to Hu Zi in a low voice, "I lied to him. I'm not afraid that Hu Zi might be unwilling to participate in the competition, so he turned back and said to Hu Zi in a low voice," I lied to him.

Hu Zi didn't see that Feng Ji was lying and thought that he was only a third grade Warrior while he himself was only a first grade Warrior. Even if he stayed, he wouldn't be able to help, so he said to him, "Be careful then. I'm going to participate in the competition."

"No one is allowed to leave."

Fatty Dun Li roared and ran in front of Hu Zi in an attempt to stop him. Fatty Li knew that he could not stop him, so he delayed for a while to let him lose his qualifications to compete and disgust him.

Boom! *

Without holding back, Hu Zi kicked towards Fatty Dun Li. There was no time for Fatty Dun to dodge. He let out a scream, and like a giant ball kicked by a tiger, he fell into a ditch by the side of the road.

Sewage splashed everywhere, and a foul stench instantly filled the air.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Li Jun looked at her brother's miserable appearance. A trace of killing intent flashed across her eyes. She walked quickly towards Hu Zi as if she was chasing after him.

"Your opponent is me."

Feng Feng Feng shouted and turned into several afterimages. In the blink of an eye, he was behind Li Jun as he punched towards her.

Li Jun felt the fierce fist wind behind her. She had no choice but to give up chasing Hu Zi. She stopped and turned around to give him a punch. Although he was the weakest of the fifth rank warriors, his opponent was only a third rank warrior. He did not believe that his fist could not beat his opponent.

Boom! *

The two fists collided, causing the air to vibrate. Both of them were pushed back several steps.

Li Xuejian steadied his feet and looked at the peak in disbelief. The peak had actually steadied its footing before him and was two steps behind him.

After that, Li Xueyi hysterically shouted, "Bastard, you lied to me. You are hiding your cultivation. You are not a third grade warrior, but a third grade warrior."

Chu Feng looked at his swollen fist and asked nonchalantly, "Why do you say that?"

"Because... "Because …" Li Jun's face turned red. After a moment of hesitation, she said inwardly, "Only a powerful third rank warrior could force me to take two steps back."

After all, it was a shameful thing for a Fifth Rank Warrior to be unable to defeat a Third Rank Warrior. Li Xueyi did not want to say it, but in order to convince himself and his opponent, he had to say it.

This was on the main street. The moment the two sides started fighting, it immediately attracted the attention of many spectators. One of them carried a broadsword on his back; he was the Palace Master of Clear River Palace, Lin Wannian.

Lin Wannian was drinking in a nearby restaurant. He was initially not interested in this sort of hooligan brawl, but when he saw that the person on one side was dressed in a very well-concealed robe with the word 'Xiaoxiang' at the corner, he became a bit more interested.

As Lin Wannian walked out of the restaurant, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when he saw the scene of Li Xueyi turning around to block Lin Yemao's fist.

In the Xuan Wu Continent, an additional rank one cultivation would increase one's strength by one fold, and an additional large cultivation realm would increase one's strength by twenty times. According to this explanation, Feng Feiyun definitely wouldn't be able to resist the opponent's powerful force. If he didn't die, he would still have to walk to the gates of hell.

What made him even more surprised was that the young man in front of him seemed to be fine. Could it be that he was not a third ranked warrior, but a third ranked warrior?

But he was, after all, a Martial Emperor, and even if he was blind, he could tell the difference between a Grade Three Martial Disciple and a Grade Three Martial Warrior. This young man was indeed a Grade Three Martial Disciple, but his tyrannical body was comparable to that of a Grade Three Martial Warrior, or even more so than that of a Grade Three Martial Warrior.

Now that things had progressed to this point, he had a bit of interest in the young man in front of him. Besides having a strong physique, he didn't know if he could defeat his opponent.

Chu Feng swept a glance over the crowd and said mockingly to Li Xueyi, "Don't find excuses for your incompetence. You are deliberately slandering me, don't you have face when you lose?"

"I will lose. I am a proper warrior of the fifth rank who has lost to a small third rank warrior. This is the biggest joke I've heard this year."

After saying that, Li Xue-mei couldn't help but burst out laughing. His laughter was earth-shattering, scaring the crowd to the point that they hurriedly covered their ears with their fingers.