You're Not Zhao Jiu

Zhao Jiu's neck was clamped in Nan Feng's grip, and within seconds, his face had flushed bright red.

Heartless Iron Claw!

He roared inwardly and thrust his iron-clawed hand straight at Nan Feng's groin!

Nan Feng's expression changed instantly.

What a presumptuous bastard, using a dirty move like Monkey Steals Peach!?

With a flick of his wrist, Nan Feng sent Zhao Jiu flying into a large tree.

Crack.

The trunk snapped in half from the impact and crashed to the ground.

"Nan Feng, you've got some nerve!" Zhao Jiu rose to his feet with a venomous expression. "You won't be leaving here alive today."

He lowered into a horse stance and assumed a fighting posture that looked fairly convincing.

But Nan Feng still noticed something was off.

Back in Flowing Cloud City, he had fought alongside Zhao Jiu a few times. Zhao Jiu had not fought like this.

How had he even changed his combat habits after just a few months apart?

Zhao Jiu had no idea what Nan Feng was thinking. He shouted at his guards five hundred meters away, "Get him! Kill him!"

Then he watched as the Sakura Country Chosen Ones all turned and ran in unison.

Zhao Jiu: "?"

Nan Feng: "╮(╯▽╰)╭"

Little fool, did you not know how fierce I, Someone Nan, was?

Did you think this tournament's strongest(?) Chosen One title was a joke?

Would these little Sakura brats dare fight me?

Zhao Jiu's face turned ashen as he cursed, "You worthless trash! The family head would be better off raising dogs than raising the lot of you."

Well cursed!

Nan Feng could not help applauding Zhao Jiu. Then he said seriously, "You're not Zhao Jiu."

That was not a question, but a statement.

Zhao Jiu's expression stiffened.

Nan Feng could hear his heartbeat