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The Xiahou family, a pillar of Jiangdong and one of the Four Great Families, suppressed the Divine Weapon Zhu Xie. Their martial arts were based on Qin sound, and the current patriarch had reached the Upper Three Ranks. His Qin resonance was clear and serene. In his youth, he was a fierce warrior who fought and snatched women while carrying his famous Qin, Jiao Wei. Those who were once sighed at by his son Xiahou Xuan often ended up unable to even cry, only able to wail.

But after he was defeated by that Thirteenth Young Master, his father squatted in front of him, grunting and struggling for a long time. Seeing that he could barely keep up the pretense, he tentatively said:

'How about... we just let it go?'

At that moment, he understood. This guy was different from before. His own father couldn't defeat the other's father.

He was a tough nut to crack, a handful.

As he grew older and his intelligence developed, he understood more and more how monstrous that person was. So monstrous that even now, he could only sigh "invincible" and had no other thoughts. After all, as a person, one must have dignity and not compare oneself to a monster, lest they bring trouble upon themselves.

The black-clothed youth in front of him heard the word "invincible," tilted his head back, and swallowed a mouthful of wine. His expression grew even more dejected.

Wang Anfeng's eyes lit up slightly, and his heart was filled with three more parts of shock towards the yet-unseen Thirteenth Young Master. Yet, there was also a sense of eagerness he couldn't quite understand.

Xiahou Xuan's internal energy cultivation had already astonished him. Although the black-clothed youth before him sat lazily against the redwood pillar, he felt more like a crouching tiger. An indescribable aura of deterrence caused the internal energy within him to accelerate by two parts.

These two already made him feel inferior, yet there were still peers who could defeat both of them, making them sincerely admit defeat and sigh "invincible."

What kind of demeanor and bearing could one imagine?

Transcendent and detached, standing alone from the world? Or as Uncle Li said, looking down on all mountains, lonely and proud?

My fist techniques, in front of such a person, how much are they worth?

The youth's eyes were bright. He knew he was definitely not as good as that Thirteenth Young Master, but his heart still held a desire and a flame to challenge him. Young people are always like this, like newborn calves, unafraid, with the courage to continue challenging the ceiling. The black-clothed youth beside him paused slightly, looking at the familiar expression in Wang Anfeng's eyes, and exclaimed with a teasing tone:

"Little brother, you seemed a bit familiar just now."

Xiahou Xuan glanced at Wang Anfeng, rolled his eyes, and thought Wang Anfeng was acquainted with his friend. He said unceremoniously:

"What's familiar? That kid's eyes are exactly the same as when you heard about the Thirteenth Young Master."

"So that's how it is. No wonder you look so much handsomer now."

The youth clapped his hands and laughed. Xiahou Xuan sneered beside him, saying:

"That's right, equally foolish."

"Just looking at that expression, I'm sure he wants to go fight that Thirteenth Young Master."

Wang Anfeng was inexplicably criticized, but he just smiled: "That's right... I know my strength isn't enough, but I still want to have a fight with this invincible Thirteenth Young Master."

Xiahou Xuan sneered: "Showing off in front of a master carpenter, asking for humiliation."

"If I don't do this, how will I know how far I am from that master carpenter?"

Wang Anfeng replied calmly, then scratched his head, frowning and sighing: "I just don't know how to get him to fight me. And... he's so famous, there will definitely be many challengers. Will it trouble him?"

Just as the black-clothed youth was about to speak, a light laugh suddenly came from nearby:

"No trouble, no trouble at all. If you can share some of that wine with me, I don't mind fighting you for a day and a night."

As the voice fell, Xiahou Xuan was slightly startled, while the black-clothed youth sprang up from the pavilion like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. His eyes instantly became clear and sharp. He looked outside twice, his fists crossed, and a mountain-like imposing aura surged from him, making Wang Anfeng's scalp tingle instantly. His body felt exposed under the gaze of a fierce tiger, unable to move. But the youth just shouted:

"Xue Thirteen, come out! Stop playing tricks!"

"I'm not playing tricks. It's just that your skills aren't good enough to discover me."

The voice chuckled again. A voice suddenly came from above the pavilion. The youth's eyes lit up, and he fiercely turned his fist, his power vigorous and his stance steady. Even though the situation was sudden, to Wang Anfeng, who also practiced fist techniques, it could only be described in eight words.

Strict in method, flawless!

He suddenly punched out from his waist, his energy condensed like a mountain. Where the fist wind whistled, there were faint sounds of dragons roaring and tigers growling. He accurately struck the flying black shadow. But all that was heard was a crack, and the extremely enticing aroma of wine instantly filled the surroundings.

Crystal clear wine spilled down, his robes fluttering. A figure lightly stepped on the wine, the liquid visibly hovering for a moment. The person then took advantage of the momentum, and as their folding fan descended, they lightly swept it, like an immortal plucking a flower, with a casual demeanor. They scooped up a handful of wine and casually sent it out like a hidden weapon, straight towards the youth, effortlessly breaking his fist technique.

The wine, taking advantage of the momentum, entered the youth's throat, causing him to cough violently and appear quite disheveled. Wang Anfeng, who had been pinned by the fist technique and unable to move, finally felt his body return to his control, his back covered in cold sweat.

At the same time, the youth had already landed lightly beside Wang Anfeng like an immortal. With a snap, he opened his folding fan, which surprisingly had not a single drop of wine on it. He was handsome and refined, gently fanning himself, and said with a smile:

"Huangfu Xiong, I invited you for a drink. If you don't appreciate it, fine, but why smash it?"

"Cough, cough, cough, you... you..."

Huangfu Xiong coughed violently, and after a long while, gritted his teeth and said:

"I hate it the most when people sit on my head. No matter who you are, I'll beat you up!"

"Then I have to apologize."

Xue Thirteen chuckled and cupped his hands. His gaze then fell upon Wang Anfeng beside him. He was slightly taken aback, looked him up and down, and then slowly nodded:

"Little brother Wang, it's only been a few days, but your demeanor has become even more remarkable than before."

Xiahou Xuan's sword-like eyebrows slightly raised. Although he had just called Wang Anfeng and Huangfu Xiong foolish, he wasn't any better at this moment. He immediately sneered: "In just a few days, I wonder if brother Wang has gained or lost a few pounds? So, the Thirteenth Young Master of the Xue family is just a commoner, only knowing insincere pleasantries?"

"No, it's truly not just pleasantries."

Xue Thirteen retracted his smile, recalling the youth's composure when they first met, that sense of centeredness and peace as if immersed in his own world. Looking at the clearly different temperament now, he thought for a moment and said:

"At first, like fallen flowers in front of the courtyard, leisurely and content, standing alone from the world."

Xiahou Xuan sneered: "And now?"

"Now?"

Before Xue Thirteen could answer, Huangfu Xiong stopped coughing, managed to steady his breath, and glanced at Wang Anfeng, who also practiced fist techniques. A slight smirk played on his lips:

"Like a cub at the foot of the mountain now, sharpening its teeth, awaiting a bloodbath!"

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