Pandaren Were Born Free

"Pandaren were born free."

At the entrance to Whispering Cloud Village, countless Pandaren cried out in unison. At that moment, Ji Feng was like an unyielding banner standing tall in everyone's hearts.

As long as he won this battle, he would earn everyone's respect. With victory, his prestige would reach extraordinary heights.

"Ji Feng, you bastard... Celestial Martial Arts—Tiger Palm."

The more the surrounding Pandaren valued Ji Feng, the more humiliated Sage Feili felt. Unable to suppress the fury in his heart, he launched another attack.

"Way of the Monk—Tiger Palm."

Ji Feng and Feili used the same move.

When Feili possessed Xue Nu's Spear, he had been able to suppress Ji Feng. But without Xue Nu's Spear, his combat strength was now wholly inferior to Ji Feng's.

"Too slow."

Ji Feng dodged Feili's palm strike, then slammed his Tiger Palm fiercely into Feili's jaw, instantly knocking him backward.

Tiger Palm did not consume qi. The instant Sage Feili hit the ground, Ji Feng stepped forward and struck his chest with another palm. Clenching both hands into fists, Ji Feng rained punches down on Sage Feili like lightning.

Ji Feng still could not use the martial skill Thunderclap Strike, but his attacks now produced the same effect. For a time, Sage Feili was utterly unable to fight back.

"Bang!"

Using all his strength, the fallen Sage Feili suddenly raised one leg. His leg slipped through Ji Feng's arms and kicked him away. The moment he got back up, Ji Feng's fierce assault came at him once more.

Although Sage Feili wore Blackrock Iron Armor, it provided him with no protection at all. Ji Feng's fists and feet never struck the armor; instead, they repeatedly landed on his neck and head. After several exchanges, Sage Feili was completely suppressed.

"Way of the Monk—Fists of Fury."

Ji Feng ended the battle with a heavy kick. The instant Sage Feili threw a powerful punch, Ji Feng dodged its edge and spun sideways, driving a crushing kick directly into Sage Feili's face.

"Boom, boom..."

Perhaps this was the hardest blow Sage Feili had ever suffered. The instant his head collided with the ground, a terrifying dull crash rang out. The strike was so powerful that Sage Feili fainted on the spot.

"My Pandaren brothers and sisters, even without equipment or weapons, Pandaren can still fight the Mogu. The Way of the Monk means using our own hands and bodies to face every powerful enemy."

"I, Ji Shadowwind, have mastered the skills of our ancestors. I will teach these skills to every Pandaren—for freedom!"

After defeating Feili, Ji Feng looked around and shouted.

Though he was in a miserable state, no one laughed at him. A Sage—this was a man who had defeated a Sage with his bare hands, a warrior with powerful conviction. No one dared, nor would they ever dare, mock such an honorable Pandaren.

"Ji Shadowwind!"

"Ji Shadowwind..."

Countless Pandaren roared. Countless people shouted Ji Feng's name. Countless hands were raised in celebration. At that moment, every Pandaren had the same thought: this was what a Pandaren should be—a true Pandaren.

A Pandaren filled with honor and conviction, powerful and free.

"Using his fists to awaken unity among the clans... I've never seen such power, such a feeling before. Brother Feng, today's battle was truly spectacular."

"In the history of Azeroth, Kang, a slave, single-handedly rallied the entire Pandaren people. You could say he personally brought down the Mogu Empire at the height of its prosperity. Whenever I read that account, it felt unbelievable, but now I believe it. Freedom, conviction... even the Mogu Empire probably couldn't stop such power..."

"Every time I watched those ridiculous anti-Japanese war dramas, I found them boring. Basically, they were all trying to portray our unyielding spirit. But compared to Brother Feng's battle, those dramas are complete trash. An unyielding spirit is better shown through a bloody battle. Today's fight gets full marks from me..."

"Not going out was absolutely the right choice. I'm afraid I won't forget this livestream for an entire year. Exquisite..."

"I'm a fan now. Only with Brother Feng can you see someone leading an entire world forward. This inexplicable rush makes me want to let loose. I really want to experience what it feels like to stand at the forefront of an entire era."

"I've experienced making a lot of money, but I've never experienced leading an era forward. Maybe it feels like the entire world revolves around you!"

"Damn... No amount of money or power could possibly compare to how I feel right now. I feel like the whole world is me, and I am the world. Everyone is calling my name. This is absolutely explosive!"

The livestream continued playing the song "free-dom." On screen, Ji Feng stood silently amid earth-shaking cries, with everyone calling his name.

The lyrics had now reached their latter half. They sounded like voices from the depths of our hearts.

Oh, not giving up has always been hard, so hard. (Oh, don't give up; freedom has always been hard-won.)

But if I do things the easy way, I won't get far. (Going with the flow is just drawing a prison around yourself.)

Hmm, life hasn't been very kind to me lately. (Hmm, life has become difficult lately.)

Well, but I suppose it's a push for moving on. (Well, I suppose it's pushing me forward.)

Oh yeah, in time, the sun's gonna shine on me nicely one day, yeah. (One day, sunlight will shine gently upon me.)

Something tells me good things are coming, and I ain't gonna not believe. (I can hardly imagine that it is all right before my eyes.)

I'm looking for freedom, looking for freedom. (I am searching for freedom, searching for freedom.)

When you were exhausted to the limit, when you felt you could not accomplish something, yet you kept trying and trying until you finally succeeded—when you looked back on it, perhaps endless emotions would rise in your heart. All the pain had been worth it. The achievement after suffering—Ji Feng's livestream had achieved precisely that effect today.

Huaxia, Kyoto.

The elderly man who had watched Ji Feng's livestream last night was watching it again this morning. Although he could not understand the song playing in the livestream, he could see the translation beneath it.

Searching for freedom, searching for freedom...

At that moment, sunlight shone gently upon him through the window, and memories rose within him as well. He seemed to hear cries from 1945, cries filled with joy and freedom. A glimmer of tears appeared in his eyes.

"Brothers and sisters in the stream, were you satisfied with today's livestream? My face has practically been beaten swollen..."

As Ji Feng accepted the cheers, he chatted with his viewers.

"Brother Feng, I have nothing left to say about today's stream. Right now, I feel like I've made a date to go running with a goddess..."

"Same here."

"Other people only show off by themselves. I feel like even the world is helping Brother Feng show off. The sunlight is just right right now..."

"Winning this battle gave Brother Feng benefits beyond counting: Xue Nu's Spear, Whispering Cloud Village as an ally, the goodwill of the Sages from other villages, and a group of elite disciples. What a huge haul..."

"Brother Feng, stop bragging and pick up Xue Nu's Spear first. You know the rule: once a battle ends, collect the spoils immediately."

After chatting for a while, the viewers reminded Ji Feng. He stepped forward and pulled Xue Nu's Spear from the Lion's Heart Shield.