Han Feng still looked pleased with himself, as if he had already begun to fantasize about the feeling of stepping on Wang Chens foot next.

  Wang Chens performance was unexpected by many people. He didnt show a tense expression, but instead looked very relaxed.

  On the other side, Han Yu Xuan looked at this young man with a complex gaze, todays Wang Chen seemed to have let her see the spirited and proud young man from two years ago before the fall of the Wang family.

  Does he really want to compete with Han Feng? Doesnt he know the gap between them, doesnt he know that Han Feng is going to make him lose face? Or does he really have confidence?

  At this moment, Han Yu Xuans thoughts were a thousand miles away, and she stared at the young man in a daze.

  "You... really want to try?" She finally asked softly as Wang Chen walked past her, revealing a hint of concern.

  "Lets start from here!" Taking a deep breath, Wang Chens figure paused for a moment before he said in a low voice.

  That glance made the girl lose her mind for a long time, as if she had traversed the vast expanse of ancient times, experienced the vicissitudes of thousands of years, like an ancient and rustic long sword, captivating peoples hearts.

  Until Wang Chen walked past her, the girl didnt react until then. She turned around and looked at that figure, watching him take steady steps towards the center of the field with determination. For some reason, her heart felt a pang of pain at this moment. Was it because she owed him something? Or was it because of something else? Thinking back to what happened in the past, the girls expression turned somewhat melancholy.

  The crowd was abuzz with discussion, looking at the two people in the arena, and many of them showed a playful expression.

  "That little trash dares to challenge others? Asking for death!"

  "Its not like that, but others just love to ask for trouble, hehe, lets take a good look, there must be a good show."

  "I say so too, losing face all over Qingfeng City is still not enough, now you still want to seek death yourself, truly dont know life or death!"

  The sound of discussion, every word entered his ears, and each sentence was heard by Wang Chen as clear as day.

  The smile on Han Fengs face grew brighter and brighter, while Wang Chen was silent, a deathly silence, coldly staring at the people around him, with a hint of a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

  "You can still admit defeat now!" Han Jin said, walking into the arena and looking at Wang Chen.

  Although he didnt have much to do with Wang Chen on a daily basis, and even looked down on him as a waste, at this moment, he couldnt help but feel a little sympathy, thinking of the young mans experience, and felt a twinge of pity.

  For such a gaze, Wang Chen had some disgust, he didnt need pity, he believed he could prove everything.

  "Im telling you, kid, everyones waiting to see your joke, give me a good beating, beat this guy to death! Who does he think he is? When I recover, with just one finger, I can take care of these little rascals. Does he really think hes someone important?" In Wang Chens jade pendant, Ling Zhan clearly saw everything outside, humming in dissatisfaction.

  "Lets begin!" Wang Chen said firmly, taking a deep breath.

  The true yuan force in his body slowly stirred, and the next moment, it was like a raging river that began to go wild.

  The aura surged in an instant, stunning the people around him. But immediately after that, these people simply took it as their own illusion - how could this little waste have such a powerful aura?

  "Hmph, kid, since youre asking for it, dont blame me for not being polite!" Han Feng sneered, seeing that he didnt run away.

  "Less nonsense, if were going to fight, then lets fight!" King Chen said in a deep voice, furrowing his brow.

  At present, he is in the fifth stage of refining his body and has not come into contact with any martial arts. Unlike ordinary people, after entering the fourth stage of refining their bodies and condensing their true yuan, they will begin to learn some basic martial arts. He didnt, his only martial art was footwork.

  But Wang Chen believed that with this set of steps, it was already enough to defeat Han Feng today.

  "Mighty Tiger Fist!" As expected, Han Feng, eager for victory, let out a loud roar and launched his attack first.

  Meng Hu Quan, one of the ancestral martial arts of the Han family, belongs to the primary level of Huang Jie. It imitates the posture of a fierce tiger when it attacks and hunts.

  This fist is opened and closed in a grand manner, full of vigor and ferocity, with an unstoppable momentum that follows the path of boldness and bravery.

  In an instant, Han Fengs fists came and went in a flurry of punches, continuously blasting forward, his feet taking large strides to close the distance, pressing in with an intimidating aura.

  This set of fist techniques is understood by everyone present, one of the most basic sets of fist techniques in the Han family, and can be practiced as soon as they enter the fourth stage of physical training.

  "This kid..." Han Jin muttered to himself, furrowing his brow slightly.

  Meng Hu Quan, although its just a yellow-level beginners fist method, its power is even more fierce than ordinary fist methods. From the start, it seems that Han Feng wants to recreate Wang Chen.

  Looking at the boxing match in the sky, the crowd around had already shown schadenfreude, guessing that Wang Chen would not last three seconds under such a fierce attack and would be beaten to a pulp.

  In the rear, seeing Han Fengs movements, a hint of coldness also flashed in Han Yu Xuans eyes, and her eyebrows revealed a hint of solemnity, with some concern on her face.

  "Let me see how far youve practiced this set of fist techniques!" Looking at Han Feng who pounced on him, Wang Chen coldly said with a slight hum, without showing any signs of panic.

  His voice fell, and his feet grew lotus flowers, as if the clear wind was fleeting and uncertain. The ghost step was unfolded in this moment, after half a month of practice, Wang Chen had mastered the skin and hair of the ghost step, and could apply it freely in such a battle, which was enough to deal with Han Feng.

  Before his eyes, fists were flying everywhere, as if all the escape routes had been blocked. The sound of fists whizzing by his ears was deafening! However, at this moment, Wang Chens heart was calm and peaceful, his true energy surging into his legs, constantly moving his feet, always managing to dodge the punches just in time.

  He seemed to have entered his own world, where everything outside was irrelevant, his feet moved in a familiar rhythm, the Korean wind in front of him was as if it had been discarded, his world only had one person, in the cultivators set of footsteps.

  Gradually, people felt something was off. The originally noisy crowd gradually quieted down, their eyes wide with wonder. They saw Han Feng panting heavily, his fists flying out in a flurry of punches, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldnt even graze Wang Chens skin.

  Han Feng, who had reached the fifth stage of Body Refining, was exerting his full strength but still couldnt break through, and hadnt even touched his opponent once.

  Whats going on?

  Everyone looked at each other in dismay, unable to understand, Wang Chens seemingly simple footwork, but he always managed to dodge the attack at critical moments, leaving people with some unexplained thoughts.

  I thought Wang Chen couldnt even last three seconds, but hes actually managed to hold on until now. In the blink of an eye, Han Feng has unleashed hundreds of punches, and yet somehow theyve all been dodged?

  Rumble...

  After a brief silence, the crowd erupted, staring with wide eyes at the expressionless young man, and the onlookers were in an uproar.

  How is this possible? How can this trash emerge unscathed from Han Fengs full-force attack at the fifth stage of Body Refining?

  Carefully looking at it, some insightful people have already seen the problem, that seemingly simple step, is actually full of mystery and wonder.

  "How could this be!" Han Jin, who was on one side and closest to the scene, was the first to discover the problem. His face turned pale as he muttered to himself.

  In the distance, the girl who was still worried at first also sensed something and her eyebrows slowly relaxed, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

  "You damned little trash, if you have the ability, dont dodge from me!" The continuous attacks that hit nothing made Han Fengs anger pent up in his heart. Every time he launched an attack, it felt as if he was stuck in a sponge, making him feel extremely uncomfortable all over.

  Gradually, he stopped his attack with a fluttering heart and panted towards Wang Chen.

  The most aggressive attack had indeed consumed a lot of his true yuan force. As a fifth-stage body cultivator, he didnt have much true yuan force to begin with. In the blink of an eye, half of it was gone, without any results, making Han Feng feel a bit frantic.

  "Idiot, are you asking me to stand here and fight you?" A cold laugh, Wang Chen looked at Han Feng with disdain.

  "Fine, youre really something, come on and face me head-on, what kind of man are you always hiding?" Han Feng yelled out in a fit of rage.

  Suddenly, whispers and stifled laughter could be heard from around.

  Fighting is like this, dodging is just a kind of defense, being able to dodge is a skill, Han Fengs words made people feel that Wang Chen was right, he seemed to be an idiot, and his eyes changed suddenly.

  "You little scum, whats wrong? Not dare to come straight on? Ill let you have one hand! The surrounding whispers made Han Feng feel completely humiliated, and he put all his anger on Wang Chens body, provokingly asking."

  "With both hands, you still cant defeat me? You think you can win with just one hand?" Wang Chen sneered coldly.

  Again, it brought laughter from some people around.

  Han Fengs face had turned a deep crimson color, and he was panting heavily as he waited for Wang Chen, his eyes blazing with anger.

  In the rear, Han Yus face was also a sheet of iron blue. He had originally thought about letting Han Feng show off, but he didnt expect it to be such a result. When did that damned little waste learn such footwork?

  At the same time, its also a feeling of shame and embarrassment towards Hallyus unbecoming and foolish words and actions.