Chapter 133: Trampling Feng Conglong Without Mercy

“Heh. Take revenge? You think you’re capable of that?” Zhang Xiaofan regarded Mu Bai with cool disdain. Since the other man wanted to show off, why shouldn’t he do the same? And if he was going to put on an act, he might as well make it a grand one…

With his current strength, apart from the freaks of Dragon Soul Hall, there was truly no one in the capital whom Zhang Xiaofan feared.

More importantly, he possessed absolute confidence in himself. Even among the people of Dragon Soul Hall, there were probably very few who could match his present strength at his age.

“You’re arrogant! Let me see what gives you the right to be so confident!”

The instant his voice fell, his figure had already appeared before Zhang Xiaofan. He drove a straight punch toward him.

Zhang Xiaofan sneered. Did Mu Bai really think a punch like that could hurt him?

There was no fluctuation of spiritual power in the blow, but Zhang Xiaofan could already tell that Mu Bai was a martial cultivator who had entered the Spirit Awakening Realm. Since he had not used spiritual power, he was clearly testing him.

Then I’ll play along…

Zhang Xiaofan likewise threw a straightforward punch, without any unnecessary flourish.

Mu Bai sneered. Although he had not employed spiritual power, his punch contained six layers of hidden force. And when he sensed that Zhang Xiaofan’s punch was also devoid of spiritual power, his disdain only deepened.

He was confident that a punch containing six layers of hidden force was something this young man—who was probably not even twenty—could never withstand.

So what if you’ve entered the Spirit Awakening Realm? Once this punch injures you, I’ll unleash my spiritual power and cripple you in an instant.

Mu Bai’s thoughts were beautiful. Reality, however, was cruel.

When their fists collided, a confident smile still lingered on Mu Bai’s face.

But when the third layer of hidden force was canceled out, his expression shifted slightly. When the fourth layer was neutralized, his face grew darker. When the fifth layer was dispelled, his expression had become downright ugly.

And when the final layer was canceled out, shock appeared in his eyes.

The other man could actually unleash six layers of hidden force as well!

Yet in the next second, Mu Bai felt two more layers of hidden force surge toward him like a raging tide. At that instant, overwhelming horror appeared on his face.

This brat could unleash eight layers of hidden force!

Amid his astonishment, Mu Bai felt as though his arm no longer belonged to him. His body staggered backward uncontrollably, and a burning sensation rose in his throat before he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhang Xiaofan smiled, but he did not stop moving. He exploded forward from where he stood and launched another punch. This time, it contained spiritual power.

He knew that Mu Bai would surely counterattack with spiritual power next.

It was not difficult to guess that Mu Bai had intended to first defeat him with a punch containing eight layers of hidden force, then use the sharp power of his spiritual energy to crush him completely.

What Mu Bai could never have imagined was that Zhang Xiaofan could unleash eight layers of hidden force as well.

In almost the blink of an eye, Zhang Xiaofan had swept to Mu Bai’s side. His mighty fist, infused with spiritual power, slammed directly into Mu Bai’s chest.

Mu Bai was utterly horrified. He could feel the immense spiritual power contained in that punch—and it was even denser than his own!

He was shocked once again. How could this young man possess such terrifying strength?

But now, faced with a blow powerful enough to severely injure him, Mu Bai had no time to think. Spiritual power surged through both his arms as he raised them to block the attack.

“Bang!”

At the instant their attacks collided, a visible wave of air swept outward from between them. At the same time, Mu Bai felt an irresistible force crash over him.

His body was sent flying backward once more, and he vomited blood three times in midair.

By the time he landed on the ground, his face was deathly pale.

He had lost—lost completely.

Just like his junior brother.

Feng Conglong’s expression changed dramatically as well. This man was actually that strong? Mu Bai had not even been able to fight back. And his own strength was inferior to Mu Bai’s…

If he had attacked Zhang Xiaofan just now, wouldn’t he be the one lying on the ground?

Liu Susu was completely stunned. Shihan had told her that Zhang Xiaofan was good in a fight, but she had never imagined he could be this formidable.

She knew that Mu Bai, who stood beside Feng Conglong, had rarely encountered an opponent. Yet now, he had not even been given a chance to retaliate. He had been crushed utterly and one-sidedly.

The other people in the hall were equally shocked. The strongest person at Young Master Feng’s side had actually been beaten into such a miserable state.

“Do you still want to fight?”

Zhang Xiaofan walked over, crouched down, and looked calmly at Mu Bai. That final punch had left Mu Bai with virtually no strength to continue fighting.

“You… you…”

Mu Bai’s face flushed as he glared at Zhang Xiaofan, but he could not manage to say anything coherent. He was furious, yet even more terrified by Zhang Xiaofan’s overwhelming strength.

“Remember this. From now on, keep your head down when you see me, understand?” Zhang Xiaofan patted his cheek lightly, then rose and walked toward Feng Conglong.

With a provocative tone, he said, “Now let’s settle your debt. Your mouth is practically begging to be slapped, you know that? Should I do it, or will you slap yourself?”

Everyone around them, including Liu Susu, stared at Zhang Xiaofan in utter disbelief, their mouths hanging open.

That was outrageously arrogant—far more arrogant than before.

Even though he had defeated Mu Bai, Mu Bai was Mu Bai, and Feng Conglong was Feng Conglong. Feng Conglong was the eldest young master of the Feng family, a tyrant of the northern district of the capital.

Was Zhang Xiaofan not afraid of offending the Feng family?

After all, how could one person possibly stand against an entire clan?

Liu Susu felt that Zhang Xiaofan had gone too far. He was openly humiliating Feng Conglong. If he slapped Feng Conglong in front of all these people, it would be no different from brutally slapping the Feng family in the face.

After suffering such humiliation, the Feng family would surely retaliate at any cost.

“Brat, you’re really damn arrogant. Do you think being able to fight means you can do whatever you want? At first, I only meant to teach you a lesson. But now, I’m going to kill you!” Feng Conglong’s expression turned cold and grim.

“Heh. I’ll be waiting. But for now, I’ll ask you the same thing: should I do it, or will you slap yourself?” Zhang Xiaofan smiled faintly. He had not been frightened into submission.

“I’ll slap you myself!”

How could Feng Conglong back down in front of so many people? He immediately swung his palm toward Zhang Xiaofan’s face.

“Since that’s how you want it, don’t blame me…”

Zhang Xiaofan gave a cold laugh. His body flashed forward like a ghost, and Feng Conglong’s palm struck empty air.

“Smack!”

A resounding slap rang through the hall. Zhang Xiaofan had already struck Feng Conglong hard across the face.

He had dodged the first attack because he had underestimated Feng Conglong’s strength.

Now that he knew exactly how strong Feng Conglong was, how could he possibly allow him to evade this slap?

The blow did not carry much force, but it was extraordinarily loud. Feng Conglong’s body did not even retreat.

He covered half his face with one hand, overwhelmed by humiliation.

From childhood until now, who had ever dared to slap him?

Yet someone had actually struck him—some obscure nobody had struck him!

“I will kill you! I definitely will!” Feng Conglong growled coldly.

“You’re welcome to try at any time. But let me remind you of one thing: if you come after me, don’t send any useless drunkards or wastrels. Otherwise, they’ll end up as corpses.” Zhang Xiaofan spoke indifferently.

“Big brother…”

At that moment, Feng Conghu approached from somewhere and came to Feng Conglong’s side.

“Endure it for now. He’ll kill you…”

“Get lost! I want to see how he’s going to kill me today!” Feng Conglong shoved Feng Conghu aside, then roared at Zhang Xiaofan, “You bastard, just wait! If I don’t kill you, I’ll stop using the Feng name!”

“Your mouth really is begging to be slapped. Looks like the last one didn’t hurt enough…” Zhang Xiaofan said coldly.

He swung his hand again. This slap landed solidly, and this time he used far more force.

The blow sent Feng Conglong sprawling to the floor. Zhang Xiaofan was enraged now, and he planted one foot directly on Feng Conglong’s face.

“Go on. Keep shouting.”

Feng Conglong’s face was pressed out of shape beneath the sole of Zhang Xiaofan’s foot. He struggled desperately and tried to continue cursing, but he could not utter a single word.

Perhaps the humiliation was simply too much to bear. He fainted from sheer fury.