"Just you?"
Ouyang Feng swept him a disdainful glance, then burst into laughter. "Hehehe, fine, let's fight! That old bastard Hong Qigong must have used some underhanded trick just now—his Internal Energy suddenly surged. But now it's only you, a little brat. Do you think I'd be afraid of you?! Come!"
From beginning to end, he had never taken Chen Xiaofan seriously. He was only a seven- or eight-year-old child—what threat could he possibly pose?
As for what had happened earlier, Hong Qigong must have suddenly unleashed some other profound inner technique, which was why he had defeated him so thoroughly in one stroke!
"But wait a moment. I'm seriously injured; I need to take a pill to recover a little!" Ouyang Feng suddenly said.
As he spoke, he climbed up from the ground, pulled out a medicinal pill from his clothes, and swallowed it.
"Zzzzz..." The sound of his meridians repairing themselves came from within his body.
When their Internal Energies had collided just now, his chest had gone numb, as though it had exploded. For a while, he had not even been able to feel pain. Fortunately, it had not truly burst apart. With a pill and some time to recuperate, he should be fine.
Chen Xiaofan could not be bothered to say more. He quietly walked to one side and sat down.
Only after the time it took to drink a cup of tea did Ouyang Feng open his eyes.
He cried out in horror, "What is going on? What kind of inner technique did that old bastard use just now? Even the Heavenly Heart Pill can't heal me!"
The Heavenly Heart Pill was a precious medicinal pill, costing tens of thousands of taels of silver each. It was exceedingly valuable, a top-grade medicine for repairing internal