Chen Feng silently shielded Chen Changsheng and Guan Ping behind him.
Watching Lu Mingyu throw punches with all his strength, the sword on Chen Feng's back gave a faint hum.
"Sir, is this all of his strength?"
Chen Feng asked, eager to try his hand. Chen Changsheng said calmly, "This is only his full strength, not all of his strength."
"Everyone fights differently. Lu Mingyu is the type who grows braver the longer he fights."
"Only in battle does he unleash his true potential."
"When that time comes, he can display strength several times greater than his own."
Having received that answer, the battle intent in Chen Feng's eyes was already difficult to suppress.
"Will any battle do?"
"Of course not. Only when facing an opponent stronger than himself will Lu Mingyu erupt with that potential."
"Because opponents who cannot even withstand Lu Mingyu's full strength are not worthy of making him surpass his limits to deal with them. Do you understand what I mean?"
Hearing Chen Changsheng's words, Chen Feng pursed his lips. "So that's how it is. Then these hundred thousand years must have been far too lonely for him."
"Looking across the world, there are not even enough people who can be his opponent to count on one hand."
"What a regret that must be!"
Chen Feng's lament made Xuan Huo, who was watching the Giant Cauldron's condition, twitch at the corner of his eye.
"Kid, we're only a little older. We're not dead yet."
"Do you really see us as so utterly incapable of withstanding a single blow?"
Faced with Xuan Huo's displeasure, Chen Feng merely gave him a calm glance before continuing to observe Lu Mingyu's boxing technique.
"What does that look mean?"
"If you're not convinced, how about we have a match!"
Perhaps unwilling