After sensing the disturbance of Xi Youmeng moving away, Lu Feng no longer concealed his strength. Extreme Yang Qi surged forth openly, resisting the Mist Shroud that continued to erode him from all sides.
His gaze fell upon Hu Buzui, whose entire body was covered in the scent of alcohol. To his astonishment, the wine vapor shrouding him actually repelled the surrounding Mist Shroud. It was likely some exceedingly precious top-grade spiritual wine or medicinal wine.
Coupled with the array deliberately avoiding him, Hu Buzui barely needed to expend any strength to resist the terrifying Mist Shroud.
The instant Hu Buzui's aura rose, he charged at Lu Feng once more.
His steps clearly looked staggered, as though he might topple over at any moment, yet he moved incredibly fast. Every step landed beyond expectation, like a drunken man charging recklessly downhill without any pattern, carrying a mad and savage force.
Lu Feng knew of strange techniques such as the Drunken Sword and Drunken Fist. The movement technique Hu Buzui was using now was likely something akin to Drunken Steps.
After a brief moment of shock, Lu Feng immediately steadied his mind and faced Hu Buzui's incoming fist attacks head-on.
The fist wind howled. Every punch carried the fierce abandon and wildness of wine. Though they appeared dazzling and chaotic, they concealed profound intricacies, mingling feints with substance—ferocious yet tricky.
Every punch was impossible to guard against.
Had Lu Feng not possessed an absolute advantage in strength, and had he not been deeply versed in the way of the Drunken Sword himself, it truly would not have been easy to deal with Hu Buzui's tricky attacks while also resisting the Mist Shroud and the array.
After being suppressed for a short while, Lu Feng swiftly reclaimed the initiative. With a casual