C77

Fear, anger, nervousness …

It wasn't a rare occurrence for disciples from other dojos to come and challenge the dojo. In the past, people from Chao Yang Martial Arts School had come, but they had never been as arrogant or as arrogant as Ji Xinghua.

"Senior Brother Nie!"

If anyone from Wan An Martial Arts School could stand up against Ji Xinghua, then Nie Feng would be the only one!

At this moment, even the disciples who had the least impression of Nie Feng wished that he could help them vent their anger.

Ji Xinghua's gaze turned sharp, like a sharp blade, as he fixed his gaze on Nie Feng.

He shouted in a deep voice, "What are you all standing around for?"

As if waking up from a dream, the group of apprentices hurried over to help their fellow sect members who had fallen to the ground.

Seeing this, Ji Xinghua coldly snorted. He did not try to stop them and continued to stand on his feet with a disdainful look on his face.

Nie Feng wiped the blood off the face on the small table and asked, "Who hit you?"

His voice was calm, but there was anger in it.

The little table timidly said, "When I opened the door just now, they suddenly broke in and bumped into me …"

Nie Feng nodded his head, then turned around and said to Ji Xinghua and the rest, "Who was it that crashed into the door just now?"

Ji Xinghua let out a "ha".

In his opinion, Nie Feng was just too ridiculous and ignorant!

A young man standing on Ji Xinghua's right stepped forward and proudly said, "So what if I bumped into it?"

"Then you …"

Nie Feng said, "Take my punch!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure was like an arrow that left the bowstring as he flashed towards his opponent, like a fierce tiger hunting its prey. In an instant, he swung his iron fist towards his opponent's chest!

Never in his wildest dreams had the young man ever imagined that Nie Feng's attack would come so suddenly. Although he was prepared for it, it wasn't until Nie Feng's fist was about to land on him that he snapped out of his daze.

"Ya!"

This disciple of the Chao Yang Martial School gave a strange cry and quickly crossed his arms in front of his body to defend against the incoming fist.

Ka-cha! *

Nie Feng's fist heavily landed on his left arm. With a crisp sound, he staggered backward and almost fell to the ground.

"Ah ~"

The immense pain brought about by the broken bones in his arms caused him to scream miserably. His flushed face was completely distorted, and his body was on the verge of collapsing.

The other Chao Yang disciple turned pale with fright and rushed over to help him.

Ji Xinghua's expression changed drastically as he fixed his eyes on Nie Feng. His eyes flickered with rage that would cause anyone who saw it to tremble!

Nie Feng retracted his fist and lightly said, "Next time, remember to knock on the door first."

"Senior Brother Nie is mighty!"

All of the surrounding disciples, including Chen Kai and a few other pro-disciples, raised their eyebrows and cheered loudly.

Nie Feng's punch was simply too satisfying. It was so satisfying!

Ji Xinghua coldly said, "So it turns out that the disciples of Wan An Martial Arts School only know how to launch sneak attacks?"

"A sneak attack?"

Nie Feng smiled contemptuously, pointed at the small table and said, "Speaking of sneak attacks, it was you, the members of the Rising Sun Martial School, who ambushed the little gatekeeper of the Wan An Martial School. How dare you!"

Chen Kai shouted, "Well said! The Chao Yang disciples are really shameless! They attacked our Wan An doorman!"

Not only did they injure the small table, but as Star Warriors, Ji Xinghua and the other two bullied the ordinary disciples of Wan An Martial Arts School shamelessly, because those who were practicing martial arts in the front courtyard were all ordinary warriors.

The other disciples righteously shouted together with Chen Kai, causing their momentum to skyrocket.

Ji Xinghua was instantly speechless.

Nie Feng looked disdainfully at Ji Xinghua. His gaze couldn't help turning Ji Xinghua into anger.

Ji Xinghua boasted that he was a genius. Previously, he did not put the disciples of the Myriad Martial School in his eyes. However, a proud and arrogant person like him could not tolerate the contempt of others.

He growled, "I'm not talking nonsense with you. I'm asking you, do you dare to fight me fairly?"

"If you want to fight, then fight!"

Without hesitation, Nie Feng replied, "As long as you lose, you don't have to cry!"

"Hahaha!"

When the disciples of Wan An Martial Arts School heard this, they couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You …"

Ji Xinghua was fuming with anger. He clenched his fists and was about to go up and fight Nie Feng to the death to wash away the humiliation from earlier.

"Junior apprentice-brother Ji …"

The Morning Sun disciple who was supporting his companion immediately pulled him and whispered a few words to him.

After Ji Xinghua finished listening, the excited expression on his face gradually disappeared as he revealed an expression of vigilance.

He stared at Nie Feng and asked in a deep voice, "You're the chief disciple of Wan An Martial Club, Nie Feng?"

Nie Feng lightly said, "If you're afraid, then it's not too late for you to get out. However, you have to apologize first."

A few more veins appeared on Ji Xinghua's forehead.

Even though his fellow disciples had just told him Nie Feng's identity and warned him not to fall for Nie Feng's schemes, hearing Nie Feng's sarcasm and ridicule, that nameless flame in his heart couldn't be suppressed.

Ji Xinghua clenched his fists tightly and shouted, "Cut the crap! Let's see who lies down and leaves this place today!"

Nie Feng waved his hand, and the surrounding disciples of the Ten Thousand An Sect all retreated, giving them enough space to get out of the way.

However, there were also some disciples who were secretly worried. Ji Xinghua was a High Level Black Iron Warrior and his cultivation base had steadily surpassed Nie Feng. Furthermore, his strength was not to be underestimated. He defeated Zhang Mo in ten moves.

"Senior Brother Nie, you've got to win!"

It was mixed with the crisp sound of a child's voice from a small table.

Nie Feng's expression was solemn as he cupped his fists towards Ji Xinghua and said, "Wan An, Nie Feng, please advise me!"

This was the basic etiquette of sparring. It meant that he had officially accepted Ji Xinghua's challenge. The two sides would fight to the death!

It was fine to humiliate your opponent no matter how much you humiliated him. However, this was a true competition, so he had to respect the rules.

It was this sudden change in serious attitude, coupled with the cheers from the surrounding dojo disciples, that allowed his fighting spirit to take full advantage of his home ground!

Ji Xinghua held his breath and almost vomited blood.

He glared hatefully at Nie Feng and swallowed his anger as he clasped his hands together and replied, "Ji Xinghua of the Morning Sun, please advise me!"

These few short words were all squeezed out from the gaps between Ji Xinghua's teeth.

Imperceptibly, his aura was weaker than Nie Feng's by another level.

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