Chapter 983: Chapter 980: "Iron Fist" Ji Wuyue
Bang!
The small-eyed martial artist stomped hard on the tough black scale wood, creating several cracks, stabilizing his stance as the sleeves on his arms were completely shredded.
Looking at Ji Wuyue, the small-eyed martial artist’s eyes flashed with a cold glare and he sneered:
"Iron Fist Ji Wuyue, truly reputed. Sister Ji, today I will experience your fist technique!"
With that, the small-eyed martial artist sprang forward, leaving a trail of shadows, pouncing towards Ji Wuyue.
"Senior Brother Han..."
Another disciple of the Sky Sword Pavilion hurriedly stood up, wanting to stop the two from fighting, but was stopped by Yue Cheng’s outstretched hand.
Ji Wuyue was enraged upon hearing Luo Feng being insulted, which made Yue Cheng very unhappy, deciding to let Ji Wuyue suffer a bit.
As for Luo Feng, he would have the opportunity to teach him a harsh lesson later.
"Gold-splitting Palm!"
The shadow closed in three steps before Ji Wuyue, the small-eyed martial artist’s right hand burst out with dazzling golden light, striking down, the golden light transforming into a giant palm print, enveloping Ji Wuyue’s body.
"Offended!"
Ji Wuyue raised her eyebrows, stepped forward, the surrounding space seemed to tremble, a fierce aura emanated from her body, her whole person like a tiger out of the cage, with a shocking momentum, seemingly weak fists, causing layers of ripples in the air.
Rumble!
Fists and palms met, exploding with a loud noise, the entire restaurant shook, several nearby screens were overturned, patrons exclaimed and scattered.
In the next moment!
The small-eyed martial artist’s body retreated straight back, unable to stop the force, his palm hitting the wall above before stopping, the corners of his mouth seeping with a trace of crimson blood, while Ji Wuyue only took half a step back.
Looking at Ji Wuyue, the small-eyed martial artist’s face was ashen, he, as a mid-fourth Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist, despite being a level above Ji Wuyue in cultivation, actually fell behind, feeling greatly humiliated, his gaze flickered, lightly tapped his right hand on the sword scabbard at his waist, a treasured sword clanged out of its sheath.
"Again!"
As the words started, the small-eyed martial artist grabbed the sword hilt, leaped forward, the cold sword edge, drawing a frigid sword light in the air, stabbing towards Ji Wuyue.
Ji Wuyue did not expect the opponent to suddenly draw the sword, her face slightly changed, hands protecting her vital areas.
"Too late!"
The small-eyed martial artist sneered, his wrist lightly shaking, the straight sword light suddenly twisted, snaking like a serpent, avoiding Ji Wuyue’s fists, stabbing towards her left shoulder.
Just as Ji Wuyue was about to be struck, at this moment, a hand suddenly reached out from behind, two fingers accurately grasping the sharp sword tip, a clanging sound emanating, the sword tip unable to move.
Ji Wuyue with a lingering fear, stepped back several steps, only then noticing that a teenager wearing a black mask stood before her, his eyes revealing a look of surprise and doubt, said:
"Thank you for your help."
Luo Feng did not turn around, his gaze stayed on the small-eyed martial artist, calmly said: "Since we are all fellow disciples of the Golden Palace, why be so ruthless."
This voice...
Ji Wuyue’s eyes moved slightly, her gaze fixed on Luo Feng’s back, as if wanting to see through him.
The small-eyed martial artist was currently full of anger, staring at Luo Feng, sneering:
"Who do you think you are, get lost!"
Since the other party was not a disciple of the Sky Sword Pavilion, the small-eyed martial artist was unscrupulous, his Yuan Qi boiling, flicking his wrist, the treasured sword erupted with golden sword Qi, intending to cut off Luo Feng’s two fingers.
Ji Wuyue’s face changed, "Be careful!"
Luo Feng sneered, released the sword tip, flicked his fingers.
Clang!
The sword Qi shattered, the small-eyed martial artist’s treasured sword flew from his hand, his body seemed hit by a speeding horse, screamed miserably, flew out in mid-air, spat a mouthful of blood, directly fainted.
"Such strong skill!"
Ji Wuyue saw the mysterious teenager, with just a flick, heavily injuring the opponent that had put her in a bitter struggle, feeling shocked.
Because of the arrival of Yue Cheng and others, the restaurant had already been quite lively, the commotion immediately attracted many gazes.
"Look quickly, someone is clashing with those Sky Sword Pavilion disciples."
"That Sky Sword Pavilion disciple is too aggressive, actually drawing his sword on fellow disciples."
"This masked boy has such strong skill, actually sending a Sky Sword Pavilion disciple flying with just a finger."
"His situation is probably not looking good. That blue-clad boy is the Sky Sword Pavilion disciple Cloud Middle Sword Yue Cheng, if Yue Cheng makes a move, this masked boy probably can’t resist."
"Cloud Middle Sword Yue Cheng! If I recall correctly, he ranked twenty-third in last year’s New Dragon List tournament!"
"That’s right, it’s him."
Someone recognized Yue Cheng’s identity, causing a stir, many looked at Luo Feng with sympathy.
The restaurant attendant standing in a corner, looking anxious, Luo Feng earlier gave him quite a bit of silver, he didn’t want to see Luo Feng suffer misfortune. It’s just that the opponent was a Sky Sword Pavilion disciple, an immortal-like existence, he was powerless.
At this moment, Yue Cheng helped up the heavily injured Sky Sword Pavilion disciple, checked the injuries, finding them extremely severe, feared that without several months of recuperation, difficult to recover, sharply turned towards Luo Feng, said in a deep voice:
"Who are you, daring to harm someone in front of me!"
Luo Feng’s expression was calm, lightly said:
"You don’t need to know who I am, I just saw an old acquaintance and came to catch up. He first attacked and got injured because his skill was insufficient, can’t blame anyone."
Hearing the words, Ji Wuyue’s eyes shook slightly, looking at Luo Feng in surprise, "Could you be..."
Luo Feng turned around, smiled and said: "Instructor, long time no see."
Ji Wuyue stared at Luo Feng blankly, she had been guessing if the person in front of her was Luo Feng.
It’s just that in her memory, Luo Feng wasn’t this tall, their auras were completely different, for a moment she couldn’t be certain, now hearing Luo Feng admit it himself, recalling the past events at Purple Sun School, her heart couldn’t help but be filled with a sense of shock.
Yue Cheng saw Luo Feng and Ji Wuyue talking and laughing, his face grew dark, set down the injured Sky Sword Pavilion disciple, squinting his eyes, coldly said:
"Skill insufficient, you say. So if I kill you today, then it can’t be blamed on anyone either!"
Ji Wuyue saw the atmosphere growing more tense, worried Luo Feng would suffer, stepped forward to say:
"Senior Brother Yue Cheng, everyone saw clearly, it was Senior Brother Han who first attacked and hurt someone..."
"So what!"
Yue Cheng’s gaze turned cold, interrupting Ji Wuyue, said coldly: "He harmed someone in front of me, I, as a senior brother, if I cannot seek justice for Junior Brother Han, how can I establish myself in the martial arts world later."
"If you have the skill, by all means, come." Luo Feng’s expression was indifferent. Just now, he had clearly seen the scene where Yue Cheng forced Ji Wuyue, even if the opponent did not pursue, he would not let this person off lightly!
With that said, Luo Feng reached out and embraced Ji Wuyue, displaying the Sky Cloud Step, his figure leaping towards the window.
Ji Wuyue hesitated for a moment, but only paused briefly, thinking of Yue Cheng’s strength, reached out to wrap her arms around Luo Feng’s waist.
From afar, Yue Cheng saw this scene, his face slightly stiffened, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes, "Where are you going!"
As the words fell, Yue Cheng joined his fingers, pointed in mid-air.
Whiz!
A green Yuan Qi burst from his fingertips, forming a sword Qi filled with chilling air, in just a flash, it sliced Luo Feng and Ji Wuyue’s figures into two segments, dissipating in the wind, it was only an afterimage.
"Damn it!"
Yue Cheng gritted his teeth, instructing the stunned Sky Sword Pavilion disciple:
"You look after Junior Brother Han!"
With that said, Yue Cheng’s figure leaped, shooting out from the restaurant window.
Out of the restaurant, Luo Feng arrived on a wide street, releasing Ji Wuyue.
"Luo Feng, what’s the matter?" Ji Wuyue asked.
Luo Feng glanced backwards, smiled: "I have some business to attend to."
"You want to fight with Yue Cheng!"
Ji Wuyue frowned.
