"You're the first person who's dared to talk tough in front of me!"
Chen Feng sneered, drew out a longsword, and traced a circle one zhang in diameter on the ground.
"Come. You and I will fight. Whoever steps outside this circle loses!"
Chen Feng said coldly.
"Interesting!"
Lu Ren smiled faintly. It was his first time seeing such a way of fighting.
The circle was one zhang across. For Martial Artists of their level, it was naturally extremely cramped; the slightest carelessness could send one flying out of the circle.
It could be said that this method of sparring tested a Martial Artist's foundations and combat experience even more.
The Xuantian City Lord, Gui Lou, Liu Ruoxue, and the others also watched with great interest, eagerly anticipating the battle between the two.
"Do you dare? If you don't, then just admit defeat!"
Chen Feng mocked.
Lu Ren shook his head and smiled. "What's so interesting about fighting like this? Let's shrink the range to half a zhang instead!"
"What did you say?"
Chen Feng was startled.
Half a zhang meant a range of only one and a half meters—barely enough room for two bodies. The two of them would practically be standing face-to-face, unable even to properly use their footwork.
"Do you dare? If you don't, then obediently admit defeat!"
Lu Ren sneered.
"Who said I don't dare? Then let's fight!"
Chen Feng swept his longsword and drew an even smaller circle on the ground.
Lu Ren stepped into the circle, his killing intent erupting as both fists smashed fiercely toward Chen Feng.
"Hmph!"
Chen Feng neither dodged nor yielded, striking out with both palms.
Boom!
A muffled blast rang out. Chen Feng staggered back several steps, his heels already landing on the circle's boundary.
"Is that all the