Of course, he would not simply go to Medicine King Valley and ask for pills and formulas. He barely knew anyone there. His only acquaintance was Qu Sheng, who had placed on the B List in the same Martial Examination, and they had exchanged only a few words at the tea gathering.
After the battle of Ever-Peace Prefecture, Zhao Feng had been promoted to Deputy Thousand-Household Officer, but for now he still worked at the Twenty-First Hundred-Household Office. His subordinates Yue Lang and Luo Xiong had both become Probationary Hundred-Household Officers, yet neither had enough men even for a Banner Captain's command. Fortunately, after the battle, many martial masters, including sect disciples, had come to serve under Zhao Feng. They were gradually added to the ranks after screening.
Inside the Hundred-Household Office, fists whistled through the air.
Zhao Feng and Luo Xiong were sparring.
A flicker of apprehension crossed Luo Xiong's face. Then he gritted his teeth and shot forward like an arrow, his right fist tearing through the air toward Zhao Feng's face. The punch was fierce and forceful-the signature move of the Vajra Fist, Vajra Mountain-Breaker.
Rather than retreat, Zhao Feng advanced. He lowered his waist, turned his hips, and angled his body slightly, deftly slipping past the punch. At the same time, his left fist shot out with extraordinary speed toward Luo Xiong's ribs-the Eight Extremes Fist's Inch Fist! A muffled thud rang out, as deep as a blow against a bronze drum.
Luo Xiong grunted. Even with the protection of his Demon-Subduing Vajra Body, the blow hurt badly.
Gritting his teeth, he immediately opened his fist into a palm and swept it toward Zhao Feng's shoulder with crushing force. Zhao Feng shifted lightly, lowered his center of gravity, and struck with alternating fists. Every punch landed