The Most Terrifying Kind of Teammate is a Pig

Duan Yu had originally come to lend Qiao Feng his support, but the moment he saw Wang Yuyan in her snow-white robes, he was utterly stunned. He stared at her blankly, unable to tear his gaze away.

Wang Yuyan's pretty face flushed slightly. Somewhat shyly, she turned her head aside and thought, This man keeps staring at me. How rude.

However, seeing someone so enamored with her beauty, Wang Yuyan was not truly angry. Instead, she felt a faint sense of vanity being satisfied.

Qiao Feng swept his gaze over the crowd before finally locking onto Xiao Feng. He sensed a threatening aura from him.

To everyone's surprise, Qiao Feng suddenly cupped his hands toward Xiao Feng and said, "You must be Murong Gongzi, I presume?"

"Not so! Not so!"

Before Xiao Feng could reply, Bao Butong could not help but shout, "How could this snot-nosed brat possibly be my young master?"

"Chief Qiao, you misunderstand. I am Xiao Feng, known in the jianghu as the Jianghu Encyclopedia."

Xiao Feng returned the salute with cupped hands. "Just as this gentleman said, Murong Fu truly is not qualified to be compared with me."

"So it is Young Master Xiao. Please—"

"Not so! Not so!"

Bao Butong directly cut Qiao Feng off, shouting with an unhappy expression, "My young master is renowned throughout the jianghu. Who has not heard of Southern Murong and Northern Qiao Feng? How could he possibly be compared to some damned Jianghu Encyclopedia like you?"

"Hahahaha..."

Rather than growing angry at Bao Butong's words, Xiao Feng burst out laughing.

Bao Butong looked puzzled. "What are you laughing at? Could it be that you think yourself ridiculous as well?"

"Wrong!"

Xiao Feng sneered. "I am laughing at how pitiful Murong Fu is, to have ended up with such an unlucky subordinate as you!

"The Murong Family had finally managed to build up some prestige in the jianghu, only for your foul mouth to ruin it all. With a pig teammate like you desperately dragging him down, he would be lucky if he ever succeeded in his Restoration!"

"Restoration?"

Everyone present underwent a drastic change in expression.

Wasn't Restoration simply another word for rebellion?

That was a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations!

Even if those of the jianghu were not particularly fond of the authorities, few dared to involve themselves with rebellion.

"Y-You... What nonsense are you spouting? What Restoration? You dare slander my young master? You're courting death!!!"

Bao Butong was the first to come to his senses. He immediately lunged at Xiao Feng, throwing a punch at his head, intending to silence him forever.

Although Bao Butong could not understand how Xiao Feng had learned that the Murong Family intended to rebel, when faced with a problem one could not solve, directly eliminating the person who raised it was not a bad solution!

Watching Bao Butong attempt to silence him, a trace of disdain flashed through Xiao Feng's eyes as his right hand lashed out like lightning.

Roar!!!

With a low lion's roar, an illusory azure lion head faintly emerged from Xiao Feng's palm and slammed viciously into Bao Butong's fist.

The instant fist and palm collided, Bao Butong's expression changed drastically. He only felt a violent, overwhelming force crash into him, forcing him back several steps and leaving several clear footprints in the ground.

The onlookers all revealed astonished expressions.

Bao Butong had already exchanged blows with members of the Beggar Clan earlier. Though he could not be considered one of the jianghu's top experts, he was still capable of holding his own against a Beggar Clan Elder.

Yet he could not even withstand a single palm strike from Xiao Feng. Could this man's strength already rival that of the jianghu's top experts?

How was that possible?

Xiao Feng looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. Even if he had started cultivating in his mother's womb, he could not possibly possess such profound internal energy, could he?

What no one knew was that while Xiao Feng appeared calm and composed on the surface, his entire right arm had gone numb. He was merely putting on a brave front.

The internal energy cultivated by a martial artist like Bao Butong might not compare with the battle qi cultivated by Xiao Feng, but Bao Butong had cultivated for far longer!

Bolstered by decades of pure internal energy, the power Bao Butong's punch had unleashed was roughly equivalent to the full-force strike of a Four or Five Star Dou Zhe.

Bao Butong might have been sent back several steps by Xiao Feng's palm, seemingly falling into a disadvantage, but while retreating, he had taken the chance to dissipate more than half of Xiao Feng's palm force. He had suffered only minor superficial injuries.

Xiao Feng, on the other hand, had remained standing in place, looking impressive enough, but the truth was that his right arm was sore and numb, and he had sustained fairly serious internal injuries.

If not for Xiao Feng's astonishing recovery ability, he would likely have needed at least half a month of recuperation to recover.

Of course, this did not mean that Xiao Feng truly could not defeat Bao Butong. He could have used Phantom Shadow Step to evade Bao Butong's full-force blow, then used Storm Split Dance to instantly kill him.

Xiao Feng had chosen to clash head-on with Bao Butong only because he wanted to take the opportunity to gauge the strength of the martial artists in this world!

Bao Butong could only be considered a second-rate expert in the jianghu, yet his strength was already comparable to that of a Four or Five Star Dou Zhe.

Then first-rate experts like Murong Fu and Duan Yanqing should possess strength of at least Seven Star Dou Zhe level.

As for top experts like Qiao Feng and the Tianshan Child Elder, their strength should be enough to rival Dou Shi powerhouses.

As for the original work's Combat Power Ceiling, the "Sweeping Monk," his strength had likely reached the level of a high-star Dou Shi, or perhaps even a Da Dou Shi.

"Good kid, let me test you!"

Just as everyone was stunned by Xiao Feng's performance, Feng Bo'e, who loved fighting most of all, felt his fighting spirit stir at the sight of such prey. He directly raised the single saber in his hand and lunged at Xiao Feng.

Before everyone's disbelieving eyes, Xiao Feng, who had just displayed such overwhelming might, did not resist in the slightest and was split in two by Feng Bo'e's saber.

Bang!!!

Before the shock on everyone's faces had faded, Xiao Feng, who had been split in half, suddenly exploded into countless thumb-thick wind blades that shot in every direction.

Clang, clang, clang...

Feng Bo'e had not expected such a sudden turn of events. He could only swing his saber as fast as possible, barely blocking the few wind blades aimed at his vital points.

The remaining several dozen wind blades carved several dozen bloody wounds across Feng Bo'e's limbs and body.

Feng Bo'e looked exceptionally bedraggled now. Coupled with his tattered clothes, he looked even more like a beggar than a disciple of the Beggar Gang.

Having nearly been killed by the wind blades, Feng Bo'e ignored his injuries and glared viciously at Xiao Feng several yards away. Furious and flustered, he shouted, "What kind of wicked martial art is that? If you've got the guts, come face me head-on!"

"Shut up!"

With an impatient look, Xiao Feng raised his hand and swept it through the air. A green wind blade half a meter long instantly appeared out of nowhere and shot toward Feng Bo'e, whose expression changed dramatically.