"You actually managed to dodge that palm of mine. You've got some..."
The Black Robe Figure had barely begun to speak.
Chen Feng's gaze sharpened.
Whoever this man was, now that he had revealed his killing intent, there was no way they could settle things peacefully.
Chen Feng wasn't about to have a nice chat with someone who wanted him dead. As for who the man was, he'd find out after the fight...
While the Black Robe Figure was speaking,
Chen Feng's figure blurred.
He vanished from the spot in an instant.
"So fast!"
The Black Robe Figure saw a blur before his eyes.
Chen Feng's fist was already in front of him.
The Splitting Fist Style came down on the Black Robe Figure's head with unstoppable sharpness.
Like a giant axe,
ready to cleave him in two!
Bang!
The Black Robe Figure barely managed to raise his arm and block.
The tremendous force surging through his arm made his heart jolt. His forearm took a violent impact, and sudden, searing pain engulfed it.
He staggered back several steps.
It felt like his bones were about to crack.
"W-wait!"
The Black Robe Figure's eyes bulged.
The moment he realized he could barely block Chen Feng's punch, he knew something was wrong.
But Chen Feng didn't care about any of that.
You're trying to kill me. Why should I waste my breath on you?
He stomped his foot, sending dust billowing from the ground, then darted forward to press his advantage.
In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of the Black Robe Figure.
His right fist shot straight out, its wind exploding with a sharp crack.
"Charging Fist Style!"
The Black Robe Figure had no time to block.
He took Chen Feng's punch square in the chest.
"Ugh!"
The Black Robe Figure felt as if a flood had crashed into him.
A metallic sweetness surged up his throat. He spat blood and flew backward.
He slammed into a crumbling wall by the roadside.
A dull thud rang out.
"W-wait! I might have mistaken you for someone else!"
The Black Robe Figure's will to survive overcame his injuries.
He shouted at the top of his lungs.
Chen Feng frowned and halted his advance. What did he mean, mistaken him for someone else?
Seeing that Chen Feng was willing to hear him out, the Black Robe Figure's face brightened. He hurriedly explained:
"Brother, spare my life! The person I'm looking for is named Chen Feng! I was blind just now and mistook you for someone else. I'll definitely compensate you later!"
Chen Feng's mouth twitched.
He couldn't help finding it ridiculous.
By now, the Black Robe Figure was cursing Liu Dabiao's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.
According to the Lin Family's information, Chen Feng had practiced martial arts for barely a month and only had Zhong Xia Gen Gu. But the young man standing before him was terrifyingly strong.
Even with all his years of training, he could barely hold his own.
Liu Dabiao must have mistaken the man. He'd made him end up in this humiliating state.
Once he got back, he'd make Liu Dabiao pay.
Just then, Chen Feng caught sight of a figure hurrying up behind them.
It was Liu Dabiao.
Liu Dabiao had no idea what was going on. Seeing the Hall Master lying on the ground, he flashed a puzzled look.
But he hurried over to help him up.
At the same time, he pointed at Chen Feng and cursed, "You brat! You're as good as dead! Do you even know this is the Hall Master of our Black Tiger Gang?"
The Black Robe Figure responded by cursing him out:
"You f***ing blind or something? You got the wrong guy! Apologize to this young brother right now!"
The Black Robe Figure kicked Liu Dabiao in the knee, sending him down onto his knees with a thump.
Chen Feng watched the two of them with interest.
He'd already figured out the gist of it.
Liu Dabiao winced and let out a pained groan.
"My lord! I didn't get it wrong! This brat is Chen Feng!"
Chen Feng smiled and nodded.
"That's right. I'm Chen Feng."
The Black Robe Figure was struck as if by lightning.
A stampede of horses raced through his mind—
How could he be Chen Feng?
He wasn't supposed to be Chen Feng!
"You wanted to kill me?"
"A misunderstanding! It was a misunderstanding!"
The Black Robe Figure was quick to yield.
He knew that Chen Feng could kill him with ease.
And here in the Slums, no one cared if a person died.
Besides, Chen Feng was a young Martial Artist with a bright future. He'd at least left his status as a student behind and become a Formal Disciple of a martial arts school.
If that was the case, even the Gang Leader himself couldn't help!
One was a little gang that operated in the Slums. The other was the greatest martial arts school in the entire city. Anyone with half a brain could tell they couldn't afford to provoke him!
"But from what I heard you say, the person you wanted to kill was me, Chen Feng. How is that a misunderstanding?"
Chen Feng said with a pleasant smile.
The Black Robe Hall Master cursed the Lin Family in his heart:
Hadn't they said Chen Feng only had Zhong Xia Gen Gu, that he was a nobody no one at the martial arts school would pay attention to?
Damn, they were a pack of bastards who'd get people killed.
Though he was already cursing them until they were covered in blood, he didn't let any of it show on his face.
Instead, he plastered on a fawning smile:
"It was the Lin Family. They wanted to come after you. I was just momentarily blinded by greed and taken in by them."
"Otherwise, I'd have no reason to make an enemy of you! Isn't that right?"
The Black Robe Hall Master smiled ingratiatingly. Liu Dabiao understood the situation by now, so he simply stayed kneeling on the ground without saying a word.
"Give me one reason not to kill you."
Chen Feng was ready to ask for an outrageous price.
There was no point in killing the Black Robe Figure. Besides, today was the joyous occasion of his apprenticeship, and he didn't want to get blood on his hands.
He might as well take some compensation.
Then he could leave them to fight the Lin Family and enjoy some peace and quiet.
Seeing that he might be able to save his own skin, the Black Robe Figure immediately pulled a pile of things from his pocket and offered them up with both hands.
Chen Feng quickly glanced them over.
A few taels of silver, a bottle of pills, and a note.
The note listed a loan. It looked like they'd forced some household to sign it.
"Not enough,"
Chen Feng said in a low voice.
At once, the Black Robe Figure grew frantic. He kicked Liu Dabiao over and cursed, "You f***ing got no sense? Hand over all the silver you're carrying!"
Liu Dabiao's face went completely white.
His heart twisted in pain.
He was a cautious man, afraid of having a thief break into his house, so he always carried all his silver on him.
This was everything he owned!
With trembling hands, he reached inside his clothes and fumbled around, hesitating. If he handed it all over, he'd be...
"What the f*** are you standing there for?"
Seeing Liu Dabiao dragging his feet, the Black Robe Figure went over and kicked him again.
"Master Biao, what's wrong?"
Chen Feng smiled at Liu Dabiao, who was sprawled on the ground.
At this moment, the title "Master Biao" sounded especially grating. Liu Dabiao's eyes were filled with resentment.
The little nobody he'd once ordered around at will had become a lofty Martial Artist, and even a Hall Master was begging for mercy.
He could still remember how, half a month ago, this insignificant Chen Feng had been no more than an ant scraping out an existence at the very bottom.
Left or right,
the choice had depended on Liu Dabiao's mood.
The enormous reversal left Liu Dabiao nearly gasping for air.
Liu Dabiao lowered his head, his heart bleeding, and handed over every last bit of silver he owned, along with several IOUs.
Before he came, he'd thought he'd lose five taels.
After he arrived, he learned he wouldn't even have five copper coins left.
He really didn't have a single penny now...
Chen Feng accepted the silver with satisfaction.
"Oh, one more thing. I'm not staying in my house in the Slums anymore. Will your Black Tiger Gang buy it?"
"We will! Of course we will! We'll pay double!"
The Black Robe Hall Master nodded like a pecking chick.
"Brother, give me the address. We'll deliver the silver tomorrow."
The Black Robe Hall Master's eyes turned vicious. He was still wondering whether he should call a few more brothers to get even.
As long as they were careful, even if Chen Feng was a Formal Disciple...
The next second,
Chen Feng's words plunged both men into an icy abyss:
"Fine. Just send it to the Dragon Walk Martial Arts School. Tell them it's for Chen Feng, the sixth Personal Disciple under Master Zhou."
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