As Sage Feili departed, tonight's stream more or less came to an end. After agreeing with the viewers to stream tomorrow's match, Ji Feng turned off the broadcast.
The night deepened. Sage Yan Suxin had arranged a place for him to rest tonight as well. After washing up, he fell into a deep sleep.
Nothing happened that night.
Early the next morning, before dawn had even broken, the disciple he had taken in last night woke him up. The night had passed especially quickly...
As the morning mist was brushed away by the rising sun, apron-clad Pandaren laughed and chatted as they carried buckets toward the creek at the village entrance. Roosters crowed from time to time in the village. Squinting, Ji Feng walked through the streets of Whispering Cloud Village and felt exceptionally at ease.
Peace was the loftiest ideal. It was Ji Feng's pursuit, and the pursuit of the Pandaren.
Filled with this ideal and conviction, his heart was brimming with strength.
The sun rose over the mountaintop. The village entrance was packed with people, and today's match had drawn extraordinary attention.
By the time Ji Feng and his group arrived at the village entrance, over a thousand people had likely gathered there.
"Hey, little brother, I heard the Shadowwind Clan saved you yesterday. Were the people who rescued you really that strong?"
"I never thought a slave would challenge a Sage. I've lived most of my life, and this is the first time I've seen something like this... I heard this slave possesses some kind of Ancestral Legacy..."
"Living in constant fear every day, I've had enough of this life. If there really is some Ancestral Legacy, I want to join Ji Shadowwind's school and become his disciple too."
Countless Whispering Cloud Village residents discussed the matter at the village entrance. If Ji Feng won this battle, the benefits he gained would be considerable. Most people now supported him.
On the other side, Sage Feili and his two disciples were also discussing Ji Feng. Clearly, however, the people of Feili Village looked down on Ji Feng's martial arts.
"Sage, Feili Village's ancestors were protectors of the White Tiger Celestial. The celestial power we command is not something lowborn slaves can understand. Sage, I estimate you won't need even a quarter hour to defeat that lowly slave Ji Shadowwind..."
At that moment, Sage Feili's disciple looked toward the village entrance and sneered.
"Haha... of course. What I hold now is Xue Nu's Spear, a divine artifact blessed by the Celestials. Though it cannot compare to the legendary Cloak of Xue Nu's Power, it is more than enough to deal with a mere slave."
Sage Feili held a platinum-colored spear. Its two sides resembled tiger claws. This was a gift from the supreme Celestials.
Every Sage possessed a Celestial Weapon. It also had another name: the Sage Token. This was precisely what Ji Feng wanted to obtain.
"Sage, they're here."
Just then, Sage Feili's other disciple spoke. In the distance, Ji Feng had arrived with the other Sages.
Seeing Ji Feng arrive, Sage Feili snorted coldly, picked up Xue Nu's Spear, and walked over. At that moment, Ji Feng also started his stream.
"The brawl at the village entrance is finally starting?"
"Brother Feng, I'm drinking milk while watching the stream. I've been replenishing my nutrition every day lately. When are you going to stream some driving?"
"It's finally the National Day Golden Week. Brother Feng, I didn't even go into town to arrange a run today. I'm staying home to watch your stream, so don't disappoint me..."
"Countryside aristocrat Feng? Fuck... it really is a brawl at the village entrance. What the hell is this guy wearing? Why does Sage Feili look like a lump of something indescribable?"
As Ji Feng and his group gradually approached Sage Feili, the viewers finally got a clear look at Sage Feili's outfit. The chat exploded. Sage Feili's appearance today was truly amusing: a thick, broad red cloth belt around his waist, paired with a fishnet outfit, a leather jacket over it, and heavy patterns painted across his face. To the viewers, it was pure rustic fashion.
"Did he get that hair permed by Master Wang at the village entrance last night?"
"The Black Wolf Family checking in..."
"Sage Shampoo-Cut-Blowdry, seriously..."
In truth, Sage Feili's "see-through fishnet outfit" was Blackrock Iron Armor, while the patterns painted on his face were a tradition of Feili Village.
"Ji Shadowwind, you falsely claim to have obtained the Ancestral Legacy. Today, I will see exactly what this Ancestral Legacy is. If you lose, you are never to mention the Ancestral Legacy again..." Sage Feili did not think he looked ridiculous. On the contrary, he thought himself immensely heroic. He stepped forward and shouted.
A clown. To Ji Feng and the viewers, Sage Feili was a clown.
"Haha... I said I obtained the Ancestral Legacy because I obtained the Ancestral Legacy. If you don't accept that, then come fight."
Ji Feng had been somewhat apprehensive before, but looking at Sage Feili now, he no longer felt the slightest fear. He only wanted to hit someone. Sage Feili's outfit was simply an assault on the eyes...
"Fine. Then let me witness this so-called ancestral martial art of yours."
Gripping Xue Nu's Spear, Sage Feili roared and walked toward Ji Feng.
Imitation Xue Nu's Spear, polearm, combat power +463, 182–273 damage, +35 Agility, +53 Stamina, +23 Mastery, +23 Critical Strike, requires level 65. Blackrock Iron Armor, armor, +202 Armor, +19 Agility, +12 Stamina, +12 Critical Strike, requires level 51.
Before coming here, Ji Feng had estimated Sage Feili's combat power, but only after hearing the system prompt did he realize he had misjudged him. He was currently level 61, while Sage Feili was around the same level. In other words, this would be a contest of equipment. Whoever had better gear would win.
Sage Feili's current equipment provided at least 600 combat power. Without a weapon equipped, Ji Feng's combat power was far inferior to Sage Feili's. Even if he drank elixirs, potions, and consumed food, then wielded the Wind Sword, this battle would still be difficult for him.
Ji Feng had not yet activated the Talent System, and his base combat power was only 50. Even if he ate food—Red Bean Bun, which increased combat power by 30 for one hour—drank a Draenor Potent Agility Elixir, which increased combat power by 25 for one hour, and a Draenor Agility Potion, which increased combat power by 100 for 25 seconds, his combat power would only reach 205.
Thunderfury, Blessed Blade of the Windseeker: attacks enemies with the power of lightning, reducing their Nature resistance by 25%. It increased combat power by 180, and melee attacks had a certain chance of increasing combat power by 215 for ten seconds. Even with the Wind Sword equipped, his maximum combat power would only be (205 + 180 + 215) 600.
Strictly speaking, this battle would not merely be difficult. He might even lose.
Ji Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and played some music on the stream. He did not want the viewers to notice his unease.
At that moment, he also stepped into the dueling ground.
(Back in the Pandaren version 5.4, attributes became overinflated, so Blizzard later greatly compressed the attributes of all equipment. I wrote this according to the current attributes, not those from version 5.4. Also, the protagonist can directly equip good gear he obtains. The system will automatically compress its attributes, just like when we run Timewalking dungeons—level 110 equipment gets compressed to level 70, 80, or 90 attributes.)
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