Chapter Twenty-Five Revenge

  Yuan Ye slapped his forehead in disappointment, a troublemaker who only knew how to cause trouble, a simple girl who couldn't even lie, Yuan Ye felt that his life had completely failed.

  "Hey kid, don't try to cheat. One look and I can tell this little thing is yours." A store clerk pointed at Yuan Ye loudly, and the surrounding people also gathered around.

  Yuan Ye said loudly, "Damn it, this little rascal has been following me all the way, snatching my treasure, and now that he's gotten into trouble, I'm supposed to take responsibility? Is something wrong with this?"

  "Good, it's not yours, is it? Then I'll take it away. It should be worth a lot of money judging from its appearance." A shop assistant seemed to be threatening Yuan Ye.

  "Alright, go ahead and catch then." Yuan Ye stepped aside, with a "whatever" attitude.

  The shop assistant's face turned red with anger, and he suddenly pounced on it, but the little demon flashed and transformed into a white light that disappeared directly. The speed was much faster than before, and it was too ridiculous for an ordinary person to catch a Wu Jun-level demon.

  The faces of the three shop assistants suddenly turned ashen.

  "Alright, forget it. I'm not going to bother with you guys anymore," Yuan Ye said, tossing a silver coin worth 1,000 yuan to the three shop assistants, which was enough to cover the cost. Immediately after that, Yuan Ye pointed at the little demon beast that had already run to the rooftop and roared: "You little rascal, if you dare cause any more trouble for me, I'll eat you!"

  The little monster on the rooftop stuck out its tongue and made a mischievous face, instantly astonishing the people around it.

  "I'm speechless, the whole world has been deceived by this little scoundrel's appearance." Yuan Ye turned around disdainfully and pulled Rui Xi away, the little demon suddenly jumped down and jumped into Rui Xi's arms.

  "It's getting so heavy." Stroking the little one in her arms, Rui Xi had a brilliant smile on her face.

  "Xiao Xi, let this little rascal accompany you tonight, I'll go out for a while and come back soon, don't run around." Yuan Ye suddenly turned his head to instruct.

  "Gege, don't leave me alone." Rui Xi immediately looked at Yuan Ye.

  "Don't worry, just leave for a little while. Listen."

  ……

  It was already evening, the bright moon was in the sky, and a soft moonlight shone down. On this night, the breeze was cool, and the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, making it a perfect weather for appreciating the moon. In the northern part of Kada City, Feng Wanji was leisurely drinking tea and admiring the moon in his own backyard garden. The entire north city had no other mansion as luxurious as his, for no other reason than that he was about to become the champion of the Hundred Heroes among the young generation. Perhaps his strength wasn't the strongest, but among the younger generation, he was absolutely invincible, which meant that his future would surpass everyone else's. At least, Feng Wanji thought so.

  Feng Wanjī's life was too smooth, from a young age he was treated as the apple of his family's eye, at thirteen he was valued by the top general of the Wu Kingdom, Liao Chengzhong, and taken in as a godson to be taught with great care. From young to old, his cultivation had always been so smooth, never losing a fight among his peers. This completely contrasted with Yuán Yè who from a young age was looked down upon by those around him.

  Growing up in a sea of praise, Feng Wanjichao was extremely arrogant and had never put any peer in his eyes.

  "Ade, what's the odds for this Bai Jie Youth War outside?" asked Feng Wanji with his eyes slightly closed.

  After Feng Wanji's body was taken away, a middle-aged steward immediately bowed and said: "Sir, your odds are the highest, one to three. Stone Kang and Jiang Yuan's odds are also one to four. The others are all above one to ten, not worth worrying about."

  "Shi Kang is a defeated general, and Jiang Yuan, although also a sixth-level Wu Hou peak, has poor skills, not worth worrying about. Neither of them are worth worrying about." Feng Wanji said with a smile, lying comfortably in the armchair, "Help me prepare, after we win the championship, we'll go to Luo State to participate in the state-level top 100 competition."

  The steward bowed and said carefully: "Sir, isn't it a bit early? According to the rules, after becoming one of the top 100 in the county, you have to wait half a year before competing for the state level. Are you going now?"

  Feng Wanji suddenly gave him a cold glance.

  "Boom!"

  The butler was directly punched and flew out.

  "From now on, you'd better not have any doubts or hesitations about what I say, got it?"

  "Yes, yes, yes," the butler hastily knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

  "Get out." Feng Wanji flicked his hand and didn't look at the housekeeper again.

  When the housekeeper left, Feng Wanjī took another sip of tea and gazed far into the direction of Húnluó Prefecture. "A mere prefecture can't contain me. Within the prefectural capital, there must be dragons and tigers hidden, someone who can match my shoulder. Fighting those masters will surely make my strength progress faster. In less than a hundred years, I'll trample everyone underfoot." Feng Wanjī curled his lip and continued, "I've been stuck at Martial Marquis for nearly three years now. 'Three levels, one small hurdle; six levels, one great hurdle; nine levels, transcend the heavenly chasm' - this famous saying of the martial way is indeed piercing. Even I'm stuck at the sixth level for three years without a breakthrough. Although I'm invincible under Martial Emperor, I still can't defeat a seventh-level Martial King. The gap between Martial Marquis and Martial King is just too vast; even with the powerful techniques Father taught me, it's no use."

  Feng Wanjun clearly knew that he could handle ordinary martial marquises, and even two of them would not be a challenge. However, facing a single martial king was a completely different story, with no chance of winning whatsoever. Not to mention the martial king's speed, strength, footwork, and defensive power were far superior to those of a martial marquis, just the martial king's law power alone was enough to give one a headache.

  Humans above Seventh Level Martial King can utilize the power of laws, this power of laws is absolutely not something that a Sixth Level Martial Marquis can resist.

  Suddenly, Feng Wanji's heart skipped a beat as he felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.

  A lithe figure suddenly appeared from outside the wall and jumped in, it was Yuan Ye wearing a green long shirt.

  "Feng Wanjī, you seem to be very confident and invincible in Qǐzǐ County."

  "Are you... that trash?" A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Feng Wanji's mouth, and he suddenly remembered a person who had been easily trampled under his feet. There were too many people who had been trampled by him, but this one made him think for a moment.

  Yuan Ye nodded, coldly smiling: "Yes, yes, if you're defeated by a useless person, then you're not even as good as a useless person. Think about how to play with you... Ah, sever your meridians, strip you naked and throw you into the room of the Duke's wife. This idea isn't bad, right? I heard you're the Duke's adopted son. If you and your adoptive mother do something so scandalous, I believe your reputation will definitely become even more notorious. How about it? Don't you feel a surge of admiration and gratitude towards me?"

  "Bastard!" Feng Wanjun was originally in a good mood and didn't take Yuan Ye seriously at all, but he was suddenly enraged by Yuan Ye's extremely vicious words.

  "Whoosh!" Feng Wanji's left hand shot out like an eagle's claw, suddenly grabbing towards Yuan Ye's throat.

  "Whoosh!" Yuan Ye dodged to the right, his speed in no way inferior to Feng Wanjun's.

  "Huh?" Feng Wan's eyebrows furrowed in surprise as he looked at Yuan Ye.

  Yuan Yan's eyebrows rose, and he said proudly: "Don't say I didn't warn you, quickly draw your sword, or else you won't have the chance."

  "Hmph, dodging one of my blows and thinking you can challenge me? You're dead for sure!" Feng Wanji threw off his coat at the same time, his body suddenly charging forward.

  "Drink!" Yuan Ye and Feng Wanjun rushed up at the same time. The two instantly clashed together.

  "Knock knock knock..."

  A series of explosions erupted, and the duel between the two quickly attracted a team of guards.

  "Boom!"

  A loud crash, Yuan Ye and Feng Wanjun suddenly separated. At this time, a deep scratch appeared on Yuan Ye's chest, and fresh blood flowed out. While Feng Wanjun was panting heavily, he didn't seem to be injured.

  "Don't move, can't you see he's not my match? I love killing top-notch fighters." Feng Wanji licked his lips and sneered: "You've made quite some progress, but unfortunately your fists are no match for my Blood Claw."