C7

The person who had come was none other than Feng Zhiling.

From the way he was dressed, it was clear that he was someone of the righteous path. He could not help but raise his eyebrows and question her sternly, "Your Excellency must be someone of the righteous path, do you know who she is? "She is …"

"I don't care who she is, and I don't care who she is. I only believe what I see. Each of you is bullying a weak girl, so I will be in charge of this matter."

Even though the masked woman was moved by Feng Feiyun's words and steam rose from her eyes, she couldn't help but complain when she thought about his cultivation. In her opinion, a first level Fighter being surrounded by several peak Fighter warriors was no different from courting death.

Seeing the tears in the masked woman's eyes, Feng Feiyun's heart was moved. He smiled and said: "Lady, don't worry. I have a way to protect myself."

"A trash, let's see how you will protect yourself!" "Watch my sword!" The round-faced man laughed in ridicule, then swung his sword to stab towards the peak, a fierce sword wind that had dense killing intent mixed within.

In the Black Tortoise Continent, the people of the world were obsessed with martial arts. Most people would awaken their Martial Spirit at the age of ten, becoming a First Martial Stage warrior at the age of fifteen, and those so-called geniuses would awaken their Martial Spirits even earlier, only around the age of eight. At the age of fifteen, they would step into the warrior realm, and these people in front of them would be considered as trash that anyone could trample on at the age of fifteen or even the strength of a First Martial Stage.

"It is not for you to decide whether I am trash or not. Rather, it is for my cultivation to decide."

Feng Feng was not angry. When he saw his opponent coming at him with a sword, he immediately used his sword to block.

Ka-cha! *

A crisp sound rang out. Feng Feiyun instinctively took a few steps back, and the clothes on his chest had been cut by the sharp tip of the sword, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

It turned out that the sword in his hand had been directly sliced apart by his opponent's sword, leaving behind only the blade of a meter or so. Fortunately, he dodged quickly, so his body was not injured.

After stabilizing his steps, Feng Feiyun looked at the remaining half of the treasured sword in his hand. Then, he looked up at the azure light shining from the sword in his hand and asked: "You're using a divine weapon?"

The handsome youth's sword was also a Royal Armament, but it was pushed back by Feng Feiyun unexpectedly. It was extremely displeased, and seeing that Feng Feiyun's weapon had been cut off by his companion, he could not help but mock him: "Trash is trash, humans are trash, and weapons are trash. It seems that not a single part of his body is not trash."

"Right, he's a piece of trash. A trash like you actually didn't know his own limits and wanted to be the hero in front of us to save our girls. Immediately, someone else joined in loudly.

"Hahahaha …" Immediately, waves of laughter filled with schadenfreude sounded out.

"Watch my sword!" In the midst of the taunting, Feng Jun's face darkened, and he gripped his broken sword tightly as he thrust it towards the round face.

The masked woman quickly grabbed Feng Feiyun's arm and advised him: "The weapon he uses is a Royal Armament, but the weapon you use is a universal weapon. You won't be able to fight him with weapons."

"I know," said Feng Feiyun as he looked back at the masked woman.

The masked woman could not help but exclaim in a low voice, "You know, you still..."

If it wasn't for the fact that the youth in front of them spoke with a different accent from them, the masked woman would have suspected that they were in the same group.

Feng Feiyun didn't pay attention to the masked woman's tone as he confidently said: "I have a lot of battle experience. Even if I didn't use my weapon, I could still beat him up until all his teeth fell on the ground."

After hearing Feng Feiyun's provocative words, the round face laughed out loud and looked at his companions, saying, "Brothers, did you hear what he said just now? He said that he could beat me to the ground without even using a weapon, do you guys believe him?"

"Unless the sun comes up from the west." Someone loudly echoed.

The masked woman saw that she had made up her mind, so she didn't try to persuade him anymore. But since he had saved her and caused her trouble, she would not ignore his safety.

The round-faced man looked at Feng Feiyun with disdain and said, "You actually didn't use a weapon? Then I won't use a weapon either. I want to see whether it's you who beat me to a pulp or me who beat you to a pulp."

The round-faced sword was sheathed and tossed to his companion. He walked proudly towards the peak.

Even if the peak had rich combat experience, so what? The path of martial cultivation relied on true skill and raw materials. Using opportunistic methods was useless. As far as he was concerned, combat experience was just an opportune moment.

With a wave of his hand, the broken sword flew like lightning towards a big tree ten meters away, directly penetrating through the bowl-sized tree trunk. Only the handle and the edge of the blade could be seen shining under the sunset.

When the round face saw this, it was slightly startled, but it quickly calmed down. No matter how much stronger one's physical body was, without talent for martial cultivation, one would still be a piece of trash. Moreover, his actions had already reached the peak of the Fighter realm, and the strength he had after using his Essence was not something a first stage martial artist could withstand. Thus, from his point of view, regardless of whether he was using his weapon or his bare hands, it would only take a few minutes for his opponent to find his teeth on the ground.

"Watch my punches!"

The round-faced man circulated his energy in his dantian and circulated his Essence. His entire body's strength was concentrated in his fists as he punched towards the peak with an unstoppable momentum.