A Contest of Fists and Feet

Ouyang Feitian could not wait to teach Ye Luo, his rival in love, a lesson, so he urged him on impatiently. Ye Luo did not mind. After receiving Feng Chen's approval, he headed for the Feng Family's training ground under Breaking Waves Riding Wind and the others' lead, while Feng Chen and the other elders followed with great interest.

Feng Chen had served in the military and practiced martial arts, with a family tradition in the field. Thus, the Feng Family's martial arts training ground was quite large and well-equipped. Aside from various training equipment and instruments, many cold weapons were displayed there, including some rare ones. It was exceptionally well-stocked.

Ye Luo was an expert when it came to weapons. With a single glance, he could tell that these weapons had been forged from special materials, and their quality was likely not much worse than his twin blades.

"Wow, Uncle Feng's training ground is so high-end. It's even better than mine," Long Jieyu exclaimed.

Long Jieyu was not the only one amazed. Long Teng Tian Xia, God of Wine Dukang, and the others were as well.

"I had nothing better to do, so I put a little effort into it," Feng Chen said casually. Then he looked at Ouyang Feitian and Ye Luo. "You two can use any of these weapons as you please. Of course, you can simply compare fists and feet if you prefer."

Although Feng Chen had said that, Ouyang Feitian took it to mean that he did not want matters to escalate. He nodded readily. "Uncle Feng, let's compare fists and feet first."

Ye Luo had no objection. Without another word, he walked to the center of the training ground and stopped there, calmly looking at Ouyang Feitian. His meaning was obvious.

Ouyang Feitian followed