Chapter Twenty-Two: Tempering

  Mo Feng spoke for about an hour, and most of the young people felt that they had gained a lot, so they listened very carefully.

  "It's indeed true that a tiger father has no inferior son, Chengzhi. Feng'er has finally achieved success after hardships." Meng Hu said with emotion as he watched Mu Feng seriously imparting his experience.

  All these years, he watched Mu Feng grow up gradually and also praised this sensible and determined young man. However, he didn't know why this child practiced hard but couldn't enter the ranks of warriors for a long time, which was really puzzling and made people sigh that heaven was unfair.

  But now it seems that heaven has finally opened its sleepy eyes and is no longer making things difficult for this poor boy.

  "Yes, let my son Yang Zhan learn from Feng Er." Yang Sheng on the side also sighed, now Mu Feng's cultivation has caught up with Yang Zhan, and his strength is even higher than Yang Zhan.

  When Meng Hu and others were discussing, Mu Feng had already finished passing on his cultivation experience. Standing in front of so many people for the first time, Mu Feng was still a bit nervous, but last night's preparation was sufficient, and today's performance was not bad.

  "Everyone should take Mu Feng as an example, intensify their cultivation and strive to enter the Hua Qi realm as soon as possible. Alright, go practice now," Meng Hu said.

  "Wait."

  Just as the young men were about to disperse, the gloomy-faced youth suddenly spoke up.

  Hooray!

  As expected! Mu Feng gazed at Han Xing, his mouth twitched, and a chill suddenly emerged on his small face.

  "What's wrong?" A hint of puzzlement flashed across Meng Hu's eyes, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a trace of displeasure appeared on his face.

  "Master Meng, that day we didn't go to watch the competition, can you let Mu Feng show us his skills? I'd like to exchange and learn from Mu Feng."

  Han Xing's father was also a figure with head and face in Hong Feng Town, and he had always maintained a neutral attitude towards the dispute between Hong Feng Wuguan and Jiangjia. Even Meng Hu did not dare to offend him easily. So when faced with Meng Hu's displeasure, Han Xing did not show any signs of fear.

  But what Han Xing said made sense. Meng Hu was extremely strict with the young martial artists in the Wu Guan, and on that day, except for Yang Zhan who had obtained his father's tacit consent and sneaked out, all the other youngsters were practicing in the Wu Guan.

  Meng Hu was taken aback for a moment and cast his gaze at the young man beside him, seeking Mu Feng's opinion.

  Mo Feng hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement with Meng Hu.

  "Alright, remember, just a test of skills, don't go too far." Meng Hu said.

  The crowd of young people dispersed in all directions, clearing a space for Han Xing and Mu Feng.

  "Chengzhi, you seem to be not worried at all. Han Xing has already reached the middle stage of the Great Perfection of Body Refining for half a year, and his strength is even more formidable than Jiang Meng's." Yang Sheng asked strangely, looking at Mu Chengzhi's relaxed expression.

  "I have confidence in my son!" Mu Chengzhi looked at Mu Feng in the middle of the arena with a faint smile.

  Yang Zhan was also not worried about Mu Feng, as he had seen Mu Feng take down Jiang Yong's three moves on the Green Stone Stage, and believed that Mu Feng's strength was no weaker than Han Xing's.

  "Please advise." Mo Feng clenched his fists and slightly smiled at Han Xing.

  Han Xing gazed at Mu Feng, the young man before him was vastly different from his impression of Mu Feng. Although their faces were identical, that confidence was something his impression of Mu Feng had never possessed.

  He smiled coldly and didn't return the courtesy, simply saying: "Please advise."

  The crowd of young people watched the central stage, where a fierce battle was about to unfold, with excited expressions. Han Xing's strength among them was absolutely stable in the top three. They all knew some of the grievances between the two in the past, and this time Han Xing obviously wanted to make Mu Feng embarrassed.

  Han Xing's body shape was fierce and swift, in just a few steps he appeared in front of Mu Feng, his right hand with five fingers together, directly stabbing at the latter's chest, and faintly, there was a sudden gust of wind brought by the sleeves.

  What he used was the martial arts of Hong Feng Wu Guan, Iron Fist Palm, a mid-grade martial art that could cleave copper and cut iron when practiced to its peak, its power not to be underestimated.

  Staring at Han Xing's incoming palm, Mu Feng's face was cold and his fists burst out, colliding head-on with Han Xing.

  Bang!

  Fists and palms collided, producing a loud crash. However, what left everyone stunned was that Mu Feng's body only swayed slightly before stabilizing, while Han Xing retreated several steps before barely managing to stand still.

  "Awesome!"

  "Actually shook Han Xing back, Mu Feng's strength is indeed formidable!"

  ……

  Many young people looked at each other in dismay and began to whisper and discuss among themselves.

  Through a brief exchange of blows, Mu Feng had probed out Han Xing's true abilities. Although Han Xing had reached the mid-stage of Body Tempering Realm, his actual strength was only slightly stronger than Jiang Meng's.

  Han Xing also sensed the force transmitted by his opponent's double fists, which was beyond imagination. Although his cultivation was one small level lower than his own, he was in no way inferior to himself in terms of strength.

  "How is this possible? How can this kid's power be so great?" Han Xing's eyes were filled with an unbelievable expression.

  Han Xing didn't quite believe the rumors from outside. For someone who had always been considered a waste, could he really turn over a new leaf? Even if he did defeat Jiang Meng, it was definitely by using some underhanded tactics.

  But the exchange just now was a wake-up call for Han Xing. A master's move is recognizable at once. The Mu Feng in front of him was absolutely not to be underestimated.

  Han Xing suddenly let out a loud shout, and immediately rushed to the side of Mu Feng, his palm wind like a knife, fiercely slashing towards the latter's head. The momentum was extremely magnificent.

  Mo Feng looked at the sharp palm wind and immediately launched a willow-shaped fist.

  "Willow Fist, Wind Willow Dancing!"

  In the midst of that stormy palm wind, Mu Feng stood like a sturdy green pine, unwavering and unshakeable, no matter how Han Xing attacked, he couldn't budge him in the slightest.

  "My goodness, Mu Feng seems to have made quite a bit of progress in the past few days." Yang Zhan exclaimed as he watched Mu Feng's movements.

  Indeed, the recent days of cultivation have made Mu Feng's cultivation thoroughly stable in the middle stage of the Refining Body Realm, and compared to the time when he was fighting, it seems that his strength has increased by a lot.

  Han Xing had been attacking for a long time without success, and his heart was getting anxious. Suddenly, he took a fierce step forward, his body bursting forth as he struck out with one palm towards Mu Feng's neck.

  Staring at the palm rapidly enlarging in his pupils, Mu Feng's footsteps shifted lightly, and his figure flashed slightly to avoid Han Xing's attack. His right hand suddenly shot out, grasping Han Xing's wrist, then swiftly slid along Han Xing's arm. With a swift swing of his elbow, he fiercely struck Han Xing's chest.

  Mo Feng's series of counterattacks were completed in an instant, neat and decisive, leaving the surrounding young people staring with their eyes wide open.

  Without the trials in the Luoxia Mountains and the life-and-death battles with ferocious beasts, a fourteen-year-old youth would absolutely not have such skill.

  It seems that everything Mu Feng said today is true!

  Bang!

  Han Xing was caught off guard by Mo Feng's elbow and took several steps back, his chest heaving with rage, his face twisted in pain. He hadn't expected that using the Iron Fist Palm to its fullest extent would not only fail to gain him the upper hand, but also leave him at such a disadvantage.

  "Chengzhi, the wind is indeed fierce, no wonder you're not worried at all." Yang Sheng said with a smile, from the situation on the field, Mu Feng's advantage was not even a little bit, Han Xing's offense was fundamentally harmless to Mu Feng.

  Mu Chengzhi just smiled and didn't say a word. Mu Feng's strength was the result of his hard work and bitter training. If there wasn't this kind of return, then heaven really had no eyes.