Seeing Meng Jiu kick at him again, Lu Feng hurriedly brought both hands together and forcibly blocked the blow.
Strange. Lu Feng suddenly noticed something else bizarre. Although Meng Jiu's speed had increased who knew how many times over,
his strength had not changed much.
The force of this punch might have been considerably greater than it had been on the stone platform that day, but it was hardly a qualitative leap.
Reaching this level after a year of cultivation
was perfectly normal.
Could it be... Lu Feng immediately pointed at Meng Jiu and shouted, "You used a Secret Art that damages your body! That's how you got this fast!"
"Bullshit!" Meng Jiu answered him with his fist, blasting Lu Feng backward despite his crossed arms.
"As a proud Witch Clan disciple, how could I resort to the same shameless tricks as your Immortal Race? This is my own strength.
"It's been a year, and to think you've actually grown weaker. You really did use some underhanded trick that day."
"Don't surrender! Even if you do, I won't spare a weakling like you!" Meng Jiu roared, swinging his fists as he charged in once more.
Lu Feng could only muster every ounce of concentration to face him. Finding his speed far inferior to his opponent's, he could only defend with everything he had, unable to think of any way to attack.
Unfortunately, his opponent moved and struck so quickly that defending against him felt all but impossible.
Something had to be wrong here. Lu Feng immediately suspected the High Priest had tampered with something.
Since the High Priest had sent this man to fight him, he must have known exactly what he was doing.
Although Lu Feng considered the Witch Clan's High Priest a shameless scoundrel, these members of the