Assistance

"Who! Who is it!"

The Youth shouted angrily, turning his head to find out who dared to sneak attack him.

The Thugs also turned around fiercely, looking in the direction from which the "Hidden Weapon" was thrown.

They saw Chen Feng holding a few books, with a shy smile: "Sorry, these books are mine."

That kind and shy smile made the Thugs feel suspicious—what was this kid here for? Was there a misunderstanding?

Then, under the incredulous gazes of everyone, Chen Feng squeezed into the encirclement of Yicheng Hall.

He wanted to snatch back the Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon from the Youth.

"I threw it wrong, I threw it wrong, this one is more expensive..."

The Youth almost couldn't catch his breath after hearing this. So he threw the wrong book, not the wrong person.

"You're so audacious!"

The Youth held the book tightly, his eyes wide with anger.

But Chen Feng's strength was greater. He snatched the book back in one go, and frowned:

"You fellow, I already said the book is mine, why don't you understand how to return it."

The Youth couldn't believe it. He pointed a finger at Chen Feng's nose, trembling, and couldn't speak for a long time.

Until his face finally turned red, he angrily cursed: "Break his legs for me!"

The Thugs reacted belatedly, their faces showing ferocity as they lunged at Chen Feng.

"How dare you toy with us! You're looking for death!"

For a moment, all the attention was drawn to Chen Feng. The people from Yicheng Hall forgot about attacking Meng Zhiwei.

They only thought about killing Chen Feng first.

"Quick! Quickly go help him!" Meng Zhiwei's face turned pale, feeling that Chen Feng was surrounded and beaten by so many people, his life was probably in danger.

However.

Chen Feng picked up the books in his hands and swung them at the faces of the two closest Thugs.

"Slap! Slap!"

Another two crisp sounds.

The two thugs didn't even touch Chen Feng's clothes before they were sent spinning, stars in their eyes and buzzing in their heads, almost collapsing to the ground.

Then, Chen Feng dodged a few more thugs' attacks, turning to look at the youth who had fallen to the ground.

Youth: "!!!"

Seeing Chen Feng walk towards him, the youth hurriedly shouted, "Quick! Stop him!"

[See injustice and draw sword to help...]

[Experience +1000]

Chen Feng let out an "Oh ho," his eyes shining with surprise. He hadn't expected this bonus.

Afterward.

He ignored the youth and focused on dealing with the thugs, unleashing several more "Power of Knowledge" attacks.

This left several more thugs with swollen faces and temporarily unconscious.

As a Martial Artist in the Bone Forging Realm, dealing with these small fries was incredibly easy.

In just a few breaths.

Several strong men lay on the ground outside the Pastry Shop.

His clean and decisive fighting style made everyone wary of Chen Feng, making them suspect if there was something hidden inside that book.

Otherwise, why would it hurt more than a slap?

"What? Still want a taste of my hand?"

Chen Feng looked coldly at the thugs from Yicheng Hall, patting the book he had just bought, as if worried about getting it dirty.

Meng Zhiwei and the others watched Chen Feng, dumbfounded, their mouths slightly agape, forgetting to close.

"You! Who are you!"

The youth looked at Chen Feng in terror, realizing he was a tough character, that so many people couldn't take him down.

He must be a Martial Artist.

"You don't recognize me?"

Chen Feng frowned.

He had been a Personal Disciple of the Dragon Walk Martial Arts School for so long, his reputation should have spread by now.

Yicheng Hall was a gang Faction that managed to survive in the Inner City, so their information should be even more up-to-date.

Wait...

Chen Feng suddenly remembered that he was supposed to make appearances at the various factions in Pingcheng, but Senior Brother Yao took him shopping instead.

Then, within a few days, he urgently went out on an escort mission to earn money, basically not showing his face much in public.

So, most of the factions in Pingcheng now...

Only knew that Zhou Bingzhong had accepted a new personal disciple named Chen Feng. As for what Chen Feng looked like...

They didn't know.

Alright... Chen Feng felt a little disheartened. He had wanted to see everyone recognize his identity and then be greatly shocked.

In the end, he could only rely on his fists... oh no, rely on his books to speak. It was quite boring.

Seeing Chen Feng so casual.

"You die!"

The Youth roared, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes as he lunged at Chen Feng.

He had already discarded his folding fan and was now clenching his fist, mobilizing all the strength in his body.

Instantly, his Qi Blood surged, his Blood Refining Realm cultivation laid bare.

He was the strongest among this group!

The Youth had observed for a long time, waiting for this opportunity to ambush. He was determined to kill Chen Feng with a single punch right here!

"Careful!"

Meng Zhiwei shouted a warning.

However...

"Hahaha! You will pay for your arrogance!"

The Youth sneered, his eyes already seeing the future of Chen Feng spitting blood and falling.

His fist, carrying Blood Qi, smashed towards Chen Feng.

Bang!

A loud noise.

Chen Feng, holding a book in one hand, used his free hand to firmly grasp the Youth's fist. The immense recoil force caused the Youth to endure pain, his face contorting.

"You, you're in the Bone Forging Realm!"

The Youth's eyes revealed terror.

But Chen Feng wouldn't let him off so easily.

With a "crack," he twisted.

The Youth's wrist bent at a terrifying angle that defied human anatomy.

Then Chen Feng kicked out again.

The Youth flew backward.

After a scream in mid-air, he heavily slammed into the Thugs behind him. The immense inertia sent a whole group of them falling like straw.

A whole row collapsed neatly.

Seeing this scene.

Meng Zhiwei and the others froze in place. The voices reminding him seemed superfluous.

"Ahhh!"

The Youth clutched his bent wrist in pain, cold sweat streaming down his face, his complexion ashen.

Before long, he was in so much pain that he fainted!

The other Thugs looked at Chen Feng with eyes full of fear.

They had clearly heard their young master's words. This person before them was actually a Bone Forging Martial Artist!

Someone as talented as their young master.

Had been defeated with ease.

This person before them was even much younger than their young master!

Who in the world was he!

The Thugs couldn't help but feel a desire to retreat, but they were also afraid Chen Feng would continue to attack. Their group was no match for a Bone Forging Martial Artist.

Chen Feng's gaze swept over the Thugs, and he shouted:

"Scram!"

The Yicheng Hall Thugs then helped up the Youth who had fallen to the ground and was unconscious, fleeing as if Chen Feng were a flood or a ferocious beast.

Before leaving, a few Thugs didn't forget to leave behind harsh words: "You just wait!"

But in reality, they fled without even daring to ask Chen Feng's name.

Chen Feng watched the thugs scatter and flee, lightly weighing the medical book in his hands and sighing at its perfect feel.

Indeed, knowledge is power.

If knowledge were paired with strength, the effect would be even better.

Meng Zhiwei watched the thugs who had fled far away in mere moments, her mood complex.

The problem that had given them immense headaches.

Had been easily resolved by the youth before her.

Judging by his appearance, he wasn't even twenty years old...

"Thank you for your assistance, Sir."

Meng Zhiwei dared not delay, stepping forward to bow to Chen Feng, while also inquiring about his identity.

"May I know how to address you, Sir? I have a token of gratitude here, please accept it."

"No need. I am friends with Meng Zhaowu. It was a small effort, no need to be so polite."

Chen Feng cupped his hands in response.

He wasn't here to make money, he had just heard it was the Fuxing Merchant Association and casually came to help.

Thus, Chen Feng did not linger. After responding, he hugged his book and hurried away.

A flicker of light flashed in Meng Zhiwei's eyes. Her beautiful eyes widened slightly, her lips parted, and for a moment, she was speechless.

She had no idea when her younger brother had befriended such a person.

When she recovered her senses.

Chen Feng had already disappeared into the crowd.