C14 Your Opponent Is Me

"Don't blame me for showing up here. You need to realize that you're no match for Feng Yuxiu. If you keep this up, you're going to get hurt, got it?"

His use of the word 'hurt' was an understatement. It was more likely that Feng Yuxiu would kill him!

But Zhou Qianlong was solely focused on completing his mission, oblivious to everything else.

He couldn't care less about the consequences.

All he knew was that once he finished his mission, he could leave this place and stop wasting his time here. After all, Prof. Wang was just another character in this scenario. How could he possibly gauge Feng Yuxiu's strength? It was impossible for him to truly understand it.

Zhou Qianlong simply stared at Feng Yuxiu, showing no interest in engaging with Chen Fan.

Feng Yuxiu, recognizing Zhou Qianlong's determination, chose not to say more. What mattered most was that he was curious about Zhou Qianlong's abilities and just how formidable he was.

As they clashed, their legs met in combat. It was only then that Zhou Qianlong understood Chen Fan's warning.

Feng Yuxiu's strength was overwhelming. Zhou Qianlong stood no chance against him. If the fight went on, he would likely meet his end at the mercy of Feng Yuxiu's legwork!

Feng Yuxiu evaded Zhou Qianlong's attack with a swift lift of his leg, then reappeared behind him, delivering a powerful kick to his leg.

In a mere moment, Zhou Qianlong felt an immense weight on his back, as heavy and immovable as a boulder, causing him great discomfort.

Feng Yuxiu cocked his head, then took deliberate steps toward Zhou Qianlong. Before Zhou Qianlong could rise, Feng Yuxiu placed his leg on his back, pressing down with force as if intent on crushing him.

Zhou Qianlong's back was compressed, his organs feeling as if they were fused together, and he violently coughed up blood.

Feng Yuxiu showed no sign of relenting, his leg still pressing down. He watched Zhou Qianlong and spoke in a chilling tone, "I've said it before: a match with Feng Yuxiu is not just about winning or losing; it's a matter of life and death. So, it seems it's time for you to meet your maker!"

As Feng Yuxiu spoke, he lifted his leg. He was about to bring it down when Chen Fan's voice rang out.

"Wait!"

Feng Yuxiu turned to look back, his expression one of puzzlement as he regarded Chen Fan.

"What are you trying to do?"

Shaking his head, Feng Yuxiu replied, "I'm not trying to do anything. I just want you to realize that he doesn't deserve to die yet. His strength is insignificant, like that of an ant. Killing him serves no purpose. So why bother ending his life?"

At this, Feng Yuxiu burst into laughter. He glanced at Zhou Qianlong, then casually placed his hands on his arms before turning his attention back to Chen Fan. With a grin, he teased, "He may be an ant, but this ant was just talking about you. Are you really going to act as if nothing happened? Isn't that a bit ridiculous?"

Feng Yuxiu arched an eyebrow, his gaze playful as he watched Chen Fan.

He was curious to see whether Chen Fan genuinely didn't care or was just putting on an act.

This guy had just been badmouthing Chen Fan. Did Chen Fan really not mind?

Chen Fan's expression remained unchanged as he heard this. He shook his head, chuckling, "No, no, no, you've got it all wrong. If you know what kind of person he is and you stoop to his level, doesn't that make you just like him? Why should I stoop to petty squabbles with him? What do you think?"

He was well aware of Zhou Qianlong's intelligence. Engaging in a petty argument with him would likely be the death of him from frustration!

Feng Yuxiu shook his head, still smiling. "However, I see things differently. My view is that if someone speaks ill of me, I will retaliate, no matter who it is. Even if the person is disabled, I will not let them off!"

"We're not children. Everyone knows that trouble starts with careless talk, right?"

With that, Feng Yuxiu turned to Zhou Qianlong, raised an eyebrow, and said with a smirk, "What do you say, right?"

Zhou Qianlong's face turned ashen as he watched Feng Yuxiu's demeanor and listened to his words.

His mission was far from complete. Surely he couldn't meet his end here, could he?

No, he had accomplished nothing yet. He couldn't bear it, simply couldn't!

To die in such a manner was utterly unacceptable to him!

Chen Fan's fists tightened as he prepared to intervene. But as he was about to dash to the rescue, Xiahou Wu's voice cut through the tension.

"Didn't you come here looking for me? What's the point of attacking someone as harmless as a bound chicken? Are you not concerned about tarnishing your reputation by targeting him?"

Upon hearing Xiahou Wu's voice, Feng Yuxiu's demeanor turned grave. He swiveled his head towards Xiahou Wu, their eyes locking in a meaningful exchange.

Witnessing this, Chen Fan's brow furrowed with irritation. He glared at Zhou Qianlong and muttered, "This is their showdown, not yours. What are you still doing here? Do you have a death wish?"

Does this guy have no brain?

He knows nothing but to charge blindly. Is that all he's capable of?

Zhou Qianlong snapped to his senses at Chen Fan's words, turned tail, and bolted, moving swiftly as if he feared Feng Yuxiu might be on his heels.

Xiahou Wu approached Feng Yuxiu and came to a halt before him. The two stood there, face to face, their thoughts and actions inscrutable.

The standoff between them charged the surrounding atmosphere with tension.

Lu Xuanxin watched with a furrowed brow, her gaze fixed on Xiahou Wu.

After a moment, she turned to Chen Fan and said, "The trap we've set is ready inside. If we're going to catch him, we need to draw him in."

Had Zhou Qianlong not shown up, Feng Yuxiu would have likely ventured inside, making their task much simpler. But now, with Xiahou Wu stepping out to save Zhou Qianlong, luring Feng Yuxiu back in would prove challenging.

Feng Yuxiu was no fool; he would be aware of their intentions and plans.

Still, Lu Xuanxin couldn't help but feel she had failed in her duties. Had her people been able to stand guard outside, they might have intercepted Zhou Qianlong and prevented his encounter with Feng Yuxiu.

Chen Fan glanced at the adjacent cell before redirecting his gaze to Feng Yuxiu, his lips pressing together in contemplation. Moments later, he shifted his attention to Lu Xuanxin.

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