Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 724 - 722: Severely Injured with One Punch (Third Update)

Chapter 724: Chapter 722: Severely Injured with One Punch (Third Update)

Yue Haitang!

Upon hearing Cui Lang’s words, Luo Feng put down his teacup, a bitter smile touching his lips.

This fellow is truly reckless. Is he so certain I’m no match for Yi Tian? It seems I must meet him...

Luo Feng mused. Suddenly, the image of the stunning woman from the scroll painting flashed through his mind, along with the poetic line: At the far end of the universe, the only infinity is yearning.

I wonder if I’ll get to meet his sister. If I get the chance, I should return this scroll painting to her...

With a faint smile, Luo Feng shook his head, dismissing the thought.

The martial artists of the rtiad on the second floor were also shocked by the news Cui Lang revealed, and a buzz of discussion erupted.

"Princely Heir Yi Tian’s cultivation has now broken through to the peak of the Fifth Spiritual Rotation Realm. The Floating Snow Qixuan Strength he practices is an ultimate technique of the Floating Snow Hall, capable of freezing a martial artist’s Yuan Qi. Yue Haitang is definitely no match for him. I wonder why he wants to fight in Luo Feng’s place."

"Could he have some hidden ace?"

"It’s too early to say. There’s still one day until the decisive battle; Luo Feng might yet appear."

Hearing this, a young man dressed in brocade sneered disdainfully.

"Impossible! There’s been no word from Luo Feng, so he must be too scared to show himself. I’m sure he now realizes how utterly presumptuous it was for him to challenge Princely Heir Yi Tian!"

A mocking sneer touched Cui Lang’s lips as he tapped the table and jeered, "From this day forward, Luo Feng will be the shame of the entire Canglang Dynasty."

The nearby crowd nodded in agreement.

Luo Feng smiled coldly, not bothering to engage with them. In a day’s time, everything will be clear.

"Qing Ling, let’s go."

Luo Feng stood up, ready to leave.

SLAP!

Just then, a loud sound reverberated through the entire tavern.

The clamor vanished instantly as all eyes turned towards the source of the sound.

A petite, delicate-looking young girl stood there. Her pretty, refined face was filled with anger, her fine, shapely eyebrows arched sharply.

"Master, they... they’re speaking ill of you," Qing Ling said, her red lips pressed into a thin line.

Seeing Qing Ling so angry for the first time, a warmth spread through Luo Feng’s heart. He reached out, ruffled her small head, and smiled. "Don’t mind them."

"Qing Ling won’t allow anyone to slander Master!"

Qing Ling’s lips tightened, her small face flushed slightly as she glared hatefully at Cui Lang, who sat nearby.

His speech interrupted, Cui Lang was in a foul mood. Noticing Qing Ling’s glare, his expression turned icy. He rose and walked over with his two attendants.

The once-bustling second floor fell silent.

Everyone now understood: the young girl was confronting Cui Lang.

"Do you have a problem with what I said?" Cui Lang sneered as he approached Qing Ling, his voice cold.

Qing Ling’s face flushed red as she glared at Cui Lang. "Take back what you just said!"

"Take back what I said?" Cui Lang paused, then sneered. "Are you talking about Luo Feng? What did I say that was wrong? He challenged Princely Heir Yi Tian, but now he doesn’t dare show his face. He’s nothing but a coward. That’s hardly surprising. If it weren’t for his audacious challenge to the Princely Heir, I wouldn’t even know such an insignificant nobody."

WHOOSH!

As he spoke, Cui Lang splayed his fingers. A fly was instantly drawn into his palm by a suction force. It buzzed frantically, trying to escape, but was tightly enveloped by his Gang Qi, unable to break free.

"A nobody like him is no different from this fly before me."

PFFT!

Cui Lang glanced at Qing Ling and Luo Feng. The Gang Qi in his palm spun violently, and the fly was instantly obliterated.

"His Gang Qi flows like water! Cui Lang’s Polar Coagulated Water Palm Method has actually reached such a level!"

"What’s so surprising about that? Cui Lang’s strength may not match his older brother, the White-faced Saber Guest, but his potential is no less, perhaps even greater. He’s not even eighteen yet, and he’s already a late-stage Third Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist. His future achievements will surely surpass his brother’s."

"Those two are probably in for it."

The onlookers were all seasoned figures from the rtiad, possessing sharp discernment. They could tell at a glance how extraordinary Cui Lang’s technique was.

"You’re wrong." As the crowd murmured, a clear voice suddenly cut in. Luo Feng looked at Cui Lang, his expression indifferent.

"I’m wrong?" Cui Lang’s face darkened, a cold glint in his eyes. "What did I say that was wrong?"

Luo Feng stated calmly, "You’re completely wrong. Not only will Luo Feng participate in the decisive battle the day after tomorrow, but he will also defeat Yi Tian in front of everyone."

HISSS!

Hearing this, everyone on the tavern’s second floor gasped.

Cui Lang was from Qingyun Mansion. To say to his face that Yi Tian would lose was an undeniable, blatant provocation!

"Such arrogance! Kid, kneel and apologize to me at once, and I might overlook your earlier words!" Cui Lang looked down on Luo Feng, his voice cold.

Luo Feng seemed not to hear Cui Lang, turning to Qing Ling. "Qing Ling, let’s go."

"You asked for this!" A dangerous glint sparked in Cui Lang’s eyes as he stomped his foot.

WHOOSH!

A surge of Yuan Qi erupted from his body, swirling around him like turbulent waves. The shockwave overturned several nearby tables, and martial artists scrambled to get away, cries of alarm filling the air.

Cui Lang advanced on Luo Feng and Qing Ling, his eyes filled with provocation as he sneered, "It’s too late now, even if you wanted to kneel and beg for mercy."

Before his words faded, he shot forward, instantly appearing behind Luo Feng.

"Water Curtain Heaven Fusion!" he roared, his hands forming two seemingly solid blue water walls that converged on Luo Feng.

"Get lost!" A cold glint flashed in Luo Feng’s eyes as he threw a punch.

BOOM!

No one could describe their shock. Before they could even clearly see Luo Feng’s move, a ferocious fist projection had already smashed through the layers of the water curtain, slamming viciously into Cui Lang’s face.

PTUI!

His Protective Gang Energy shattered. Cui Lang spat out a mouthful of bloody teeth as his body flew backward, crashing through nearly ten tables before embedding itself in the wall. Bright red blood streamed from the corner of his mouth and his right arm, his face completely contorted.

The tavern’s second floor plunged into a terrifying silence. Everyone stared, wide-eyed and mouths agape, their faces etched with disbelief.

A single punch! Cui Lang, a Third Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist, was heavily wounded!

What terrifying strength! Even a Fourth Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist probably couldn’t achieve this.

"Qing Ling, let’s go." Luo Feng’s voice broke the silence. To him, defeating a Third Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist with a single punch was now as simple as eating a meal or drinking water.

As Luo Feng was about to descend the stairs, Cui Lang forced his eyes open. Spitting out another mouthful of blood, he asked hoarsely, "Who... who... are you?"

At his words, all eyes fixed on Luo Feng.

Luo Feng paused. He reached up and removed his mask, revealing a handsome, somewhat boyish face beneath.

He glanced at the crowd, his gaze finally resting on Cui Lang. He stated calmly, "I am Luo Feng, an Inner Sect Disciple of Linglong Hall."