Many a ti, there are those who spoil the scenery, especially in such soulful monts. It was then that a detestable voice sounded from not too far: "Yo, yo, yo, what a cosy couple. But how does such a beauty deserve such a fool? It’s truly a cri against nature."
You did not get angry, truly.
You just held Zi Yi close and slowly stood up. A handso gentleman descended from the sky, standing on a Green Flying Sword, quickly coming into view. This person looked sowhat familiar to you, but he couldn’t rember where he had seen him.
"Who are you?" You did not act rashly, for you felt a strong hostility and murderous intent emanating from the newcor.
"Who am I? Ha ha ha, it seems that Changsun Zhongkang really did cripple you," the handso man first laughed wantonly, then his handso face twisted with anger, "You, you coward, don’t think that by pretending not to recognize , I will let you off! I’m telling you, how you treated back then, I Zhang Chunfeng will repay you a hundredfold today!"
With a furious shout, Zhang Chunfeng struck at you with a palm from the air, sending a dark green palm print flying rapidly towards you.
"My husband!" Zi Yi wanted to block it for you, but you moved first, opening the "Open, Rest, Life" gates and bravely puffed out your chest to block it.
"Puh!" The palm strike pushed you back more than ten steps, creating a sunken palm print on your chest, and you spurted a mouthful of blood.
"My husband!" Zi Yi rushed to your side, her beautiful face filled with pain and sympathy.
"It’s alright. Your husband isn’t so frail," you spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and said to the handso man, "Friend, I, Luo Yun, have always been upright and honest. When I say I have lost my mory, it ans I have lost my mory. I can’t rember the past events. It seems we had a grudge before, why don’t you speak of it first? Even if you want to die, at least let die understanding why."
Seeing your sincere expression, the handso man opened up: "Alright, since that’s the case, I will tell you!"
According to the handso man, Zhang Chunfeng, he too ca from a family of officials and was the center of everyone’s attention growing up, until your sudden rise nearly overshadowed all his glory.
In truth, he was just jealous of you back then, so at the age of twelve, he challenged you. At that ti, Zhang Chunfeng had just been noticed by Sword Pavilion and before entering Immortal Sect, Zhang Chunfeng fought you in a duel and lost miserably, and was further humiliated by you. Anguished, he entered the Immortal Sect and devoted himself to rigorous cultivation.
However, what Zhang Chunfeng had not anticipated was when he descended the mountain prepared to redeem his earlier humiliation, he heard the cruel truth of you being crippled. Zhang Chunfeng returned to Chang’an and found Changsun Zhongkang, son of Changsun Wuji, who told him of your past four years. Still, Zhang Chunfeng couldn’t accept this fact, and saw you rushing past holding Zi Yi on his way to Luo Mansion, which made him seriously doubt the truth of your being crippled, hence the scene just now.
"So that’s it! If that’s the case, why not settle this with a fight right now?" you wiped the fresh blood from your mouth and a confident smile spread across your increasingly rugged square face.
"No, you are far from my match right now," Zhang Chunfeng said honestly—his judgent clear that you were still in the First Phase of Martial Realm, and he only needed to slightly intensify his punch to shatter your physical body.
"How do you know if you don’t try? And can’t you suppress your own strength to match mine in the Martial Path Realm, so we can decide the outco through fist and foot, without using magic weapons. How about that?"
Zhang Chunfeng seed tempted but hesitant as well, for he had never attempted such a duel.
"If you’re a man, agree to it, stop hesitating!"
Provoked by your words, Zhang Chunfeng imdiately agreed: "Alright, if you wish to die, I will oblige!"
"My husband!" Concern painted Zi Yi’s face, but you rely shook your head with a smile, reassuring her: "Don’t worry, your husband isn’t fated to die young. I won’t die so easily."
Afterward, you sent Zi Yi to watch from a distance while you and Zhang Chunfeng stood on level ground, ready in positions about ten ters apart.
"It’s said your powers were completely depleted when soone defeated you three years ago. Even with high talent, rely three years of effort won’t allow you to beat ."
"Hehe, whether I can win doesn’t matter, young master here just wants a good fight. Mr. Zhang, do you dare?"
"Let’s take it to the end!"
There ca the Wudang Long Fist!
You, never having learned any profound martial arts techniques and fully opening the three gates, threw a straight punch directly. As you did, Zhang Chunfeng’s pupils dilated, catching all your movents. He received your fist with one hand, while his right fist struck directly at your abdon.
"Bang!"
Your body shook violently, feeling like it had been hit by a giant vehicle in the abdon, then your entire being flew through the air.
After landing, you slid on the ground for about seven or eight ters before coming to a halt. As you stood up, Zi Yi, watching from afar, couldn’t help but let out a cry, hot tears rolling down as your once plain square face was now rendered unrecognizable by the gravel on the ground, with fresh blood nearly covering your entire face.
"Strong enough, hehe."
You stomped the ground fiercely, leaving only an afterimage in Zhang Chunfeng’s view!
As Zhang Chunfeng turned his head, your fist weighing over a thousand pounds smashed against his left cheek, sending him flying just like you were before, tumbling dozens of tis before stopping. However, when he stood up, there were no obvious wounds on his body; clearly, his Protective True Qi had offset much of your force, leaving only a bright red fist mark on his left cheek.
"What strong power, such speed, how did you train to this level?" Most cultivators do not overly train their bodies; they care more about their souls because for them, even if their bodies are destroyed, as long as their souls are preserved, they can be revived. Zhang Chunfeng, like most cultivators, focused on strengthening his soul and refining magic weapons during his standard cultivation.
"No other way, just breaking through limits ti and again." You squeezed your sowhat painful and numb fist—although you had hit Zhang Chunfeng’s left cheek, his Protective True Qi had still sowhat injured your right hand. You seed to like this rampaging power, your feet stomped again, and your body vanished in an instant!
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