Chapter 2005: Being Fooled

Huan Jue came quickly and left even faster. Si Tu Reading

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He opened his mouth and spurted a burst of blood, and his body fell heavily. Fortunately, Qi Lao, who was standing beside him, reacted quickly enough and immediately stepped forward to lift Huan Jue up, thus saving him from the embarrassing situation of falling to the ground and groaning.

"Xiao Feng, when did you... advance to the level of Divine Bravery?!" Sha Shen Yue was surprised and excited, as if it was she who advanced instead of Ye Feng.

"Yes, just before, I was lucky to advance." Ye Feng smiled.

Sha Shen Yue didn't care, but she knew that the cultivation of the physical realm was completely different from the cultivation of the martial arts realm.

Every time the physical body breaks through a realm, the effort required will increase exponentially.

"Internal Strength" promotion to "Divine Bravery" requires great efforts and some sacrifices, which is why Sha Shen Yue was so cautious when she learned that Huan Jue broke through the Divine Bravery stage.

In the physical cultivation realm, every level is a breakthrough.

There is no such thing as luck.

Although Ye Feng said it easily, Sha Shenyue had guessed that he must have experienced at least one life-and-death struggle in the short one-month period since he left.

"Huan Jue, didn't you just say that you are the king here? How come the Tianjiao of Tiandao Sect is only capable of this?"

After learning that Ye Feng had advanced to the level of Godly Warrior, Sha Shenyue was happy, and his mind became active, and he took the initiative to provoke Huan Jue.

Just now, this guy repeatedly threatened and humiliated Ye Feng, which made Sha Shenyue feel angry. It was a good opportunity to release it.

Huan Jue was so angry that he trembled all over.

If it was Ye Feng who provoked him, he would not be so angry, but being humiliated by a beautiful and unparalleled beauty made him jealous and feel sour in his heart, as if he had drunk a jar of aged vinegar.

"Young Master, let me deal with this kid."

Old Qi's face straightened, and after feeling the anger in his young master's heart, he took the initiative to volunteer.

"No."

"This is a fair fight between him and me, you... must not interfere."

Huan Jue snorted coldly, reached out to wipe the blood from his mouth, stared at Ye Feng with a pair of cold eyes, and gritted his teeth and said: "Good boy, even this young master misjudged you. I didn't expect that you are also a physical cultivator. No wonder I didn't kill you."

"But... this is better. You and I will fight fairly. I want her to see with her own eyes what a real physical cultivator is."

"I also want to let her know that the man she likes is like a dead dog in my eyes."

As he said, Huan Jue reached out to take the iron pestle on his back and snorted coldly: "Show your weapons. If you are a man, don't back down."

The iron pestle in his hand made a "buzzing" sound of breaking through the air under the infusion of Yuanli, which was extremely provocative.

Seeing this, Ye Feng raised a smile on his face.

Of course, he knew Huan Jue's purpose.

In front of Shen Yue, he was just pretending to be generous.

However, this terrain isolated the operation of Yuanli, so what did he have to worry about?

Ye Feng flipped his palm, holding the Killing Blade in his hand, and sneered back: "In terms of martial arts cultivation, I may not be your opponent, but in terms of physical strength, Huan Jue, you are far behind."

This is not what Ye Feng said casually.

Just now, he and Huan Jue had a punch, and he felt that although Huan Jue had reached the "Divine Brave Stage" in terms of physical body cultivation, his strength was far inferior to his own.

The same result is enough to explain a problem.

This person must have been refined by some kind of body-hardening magic medicine before he was able to advance to the Divine Brave Stage, instead of being like himself, who slowly tempered himself with great perseverance.

Although both of them are Divine Brave, there is actually a big difference.

With absolute power, what is Ye Feng afraid of?

Boom.

The battle was about to break out, Ye Feng kicked his feet, his body was as fast as lightning, and he turned into a residual shadow and rushed straight to Huan Jue, but Huan Jue stood still after his face straightened.

Huan Jue was of course aware of his own weaknesses.

His physical strength was no match for Ye Feng, so he only defended but did not attack. Ye Feng held the Killing Blade in his hand, and his sword skills were open and closed, only attacking but not defending.

"Dang——"

The Killing Blade collided with the Iron Pestle, making a crisp sound.

After the two magic weapons collided, the huge recoil force generated shook Huan Jue's tiger mouth to pieces, and the Iron Pestle in his hand was almost unstable, and his body also stepped back.

On the other hand, Ye Feng seemed to be fine, not retreating but advancing, one knife after another.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

After three consecutive knives, Huan Jue's palm was already bleeding, but he still desperately held the Iron Pestle.

Every time Ye Feng chopped a knife, he took a step back. When he took the third step, he finally couldn't help but "wow" and spit out blood again.

Too strong.

Ye Feng's strength is indeed much stronger than Huan Jue's. The huge force in his knife directly caused Huan Jue to suffer internal injuries. If he chopped a few more times, even if the opponent did not admit defeat, he would not be able to fight again.

This is an absolute crushing of strength. The strength that is forcibly upgraded by drugs is not a little bit worse than the strength gained through actual practice.

"If you admit defeat, I can let you go."

Ye Feng held the knife in his hand and looked at Huan Jue indifferently.

This person is a direct descendant of the Huan family of the Tiandao Sect. He has the support of the Tiandao Sect behind him. His status is not comparable to that of ordinary warriors.

If he kills him himself, it will provoke the revenge of the Tiandao Sect in the future, affect the unity of the human race, and leave an opportunity for the demon race to take advantage of it.

Ye Feng will not kill him unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Let me admit defeat? How is it possible!"

Huan Jue straightened his chest, opened the corner of his mouth full of blood, smiled proudly, and said: "You... after all, you are just a piece of trash, and you are not worthy of this young master to admit defeat? Boy, you and I are not the same kind of people, with different backgrounds. If you want to fight again, why not take a look at the knife in your hand."

This surprised Ye Feng, and he looked down and frowned.

He saw that the blade of the Heaven-level spiritual weapon, the Killing Mang Knife in his hand, had cracked four times at some point.

He attacked with all his strength just now, but did not pay attention to the situation of the weapon in his hand.

"The spiritual weapon in my hand is called the Black Dragon Mace. But it is a holy weapon of my Huan family."

Huan Jue sneered and shook his arm.

Some black iron filings were thrown off the iron pestle in his hand. As these pieces of iron filings disappeared, a brand new black weapon was revealed.

Seeing this strange holy weapon, Ye Feng finally understood what happened.

The opponent's weapon was not an iron pestle, but a rare strange weapon-a mace.

The so-called mace is actually similar to a sword, but unlike a sword, a mace is an extremely heavy blunt weapon. This blunt weapon is very suitable for physical cultivators with strong physical strength. It can be said that it is specially made for physical cultivators.

The most important point is that the mace is the nemesis of all sharp weapons.

Any sharp weapon with a blade must have a thin edge, and as an unbladed mace, once it collides with a sharp weapon, it can easily break the sharp weapon.

Huan Jue disguised the Black Dragon mace as an ordinary iron pestle, which was obviously intentional. After all, in the Shenwu Continent, the weapons used by ordinary warriors are mostly swords and knives, which are sharp weapons and are restrained by maces.

"Now... your knife has cracked and is fragile. Maybe the next knife will break it. When you don't have a weapon in your hand, will you still be my opponent?"

"So, the one who has to admit defeat is not me, but you!"

Huan Jue grinned and laughed wildly, his face full of pride.