C13 If There Was Trouble Then It Had to be Solved!

Wang Feng waved dismissively at Wang Cheng, "Scared? Do you really think I'd be scared?"

Wang Cheng was inwardly frustrated. Indeed! It was obvious to anyone with eyes that the man who could take down Wang Jian was no slouch. Yet, he had brought the top brawlers from the Wang family's side branches. If he couldn't win now, it would be a massive blow to his pride.

Wang Cheng and his entourage of over twenty people blocked the entrance to Wang Feng's courtyard, preventing his exit.

"Kid, you're going to be leaving here horizontally today," Wang Cheng taunted. "You left me severely injured a few days ago, and I can't let that go without retaliation!"

Wang Feng's mind was solely focused on ending the fight quickly so he could purchase the medicinal herbs needed to save Deng Chanyu. Securing Deng Jiu's allegiance was his priority, leaving no time to engage in pointless banter with these privileged young men.

Pointing a challenging finger at Wang Cheng, Wang Feng retorted, "Enough talk. Wang Cheng, you rounded up a bunch of people to take me down, right? Well, here I am. Come at me! And make it quick! Stop dilly-dallying like a woman!"

"You!"

Wang Cheng signaled to the two men beside him, who were the leaders of his group. From a distance, one appeared sly, with narrow eyes and a slight frame, brandishing a peach wood sword. The other was gripping Iron Gloves, looking ready to spring into action.

"Mingzhu, I'd advise you to stay out of this," Wang Cheng warned. "I'm only here to settle a personal score with Wang Feng today."

Wang Mingzhu replied, "Oh, a personal vendetta? I usually wouldn't intervene, but I have a habit of sticking my nose into other people's affairs. I can't just watch someone be bullied. So, what should we do?"

"Then, Mingzhu, please forgive my offense," Wang Cheng conceded.

Turning to the Wang family disciple at his side, Wang Cheng instructed, "Be courteous to Mingzhu later, and make sure she doesn't get hurt! Understood?"

Over twenty people exclaimed in unison, "Understood!"

"Wang Feng! Let's go!" Wang Mingzhu charged ahead, leading the charge.

"Hey, I didn't even give the signal yet!" Wang Feng said with a wry smile, knowing all too well that there was no changing Wang Mingzhu's innate fiery temperament.

With that, Wang Feng entered the fray empty-handed, compelled by necessity. He practiced the Celestial Nine Revolution Technique, a sacred method for cultivating the body to achieve a divine state. To say that every part of his body could serve as a weapon was no exaggeration; his toughness was on par with that of copper and iron.

Like a wild beast unleashed, Wang Feng was the first to confront Wang Cheng and a member of the Wang family who donned the Iron Gloves.

Wang Feng was aware that the individual wielding the Iron Gloves, Wang Qi, held a notable reputation within the Wang family. Yet, despite his expertise in the outer court, rumors suggested his conduct was less than stellar, which had hindered his advancement.

"Hu!" The sound of their fists colliding echoed like steel on steel, reverberating loudly.

Both men staggered back half a step, with Wang Qi's Iron Gloves visibly quivering!

Wang Qi inwardly marveled, "What kind of technique has Wang Feng mastered to possess such formidable strength?"

However, the encounter was not easy on Wang Feng either. His clash with Wang Qi had revealed that Wang Qi's strength was at the two-star Blademaster level!

Wang Feng found himself a whole minor realm below Wang Qi! The saying "a miss is as good as a mile" rang true in this instance.

Seizing the moment, Royal City's Wang Cheng stealthily moved behind Wang Feng, aiming a vicious slash at his back.

Wang Feng had anticipated this treacherous move from Wang Cheng and had deliberately left his back exposed as bait.

To his surprise, the trap was sprung almost instantly. With a swift motion, Wang Feng grabbed Wang Cheng's sword and, with a reverse tug, hoisted him into the air. Then, with a fluid motion, he executed a stunning over-the-shoulder throw!

Ouch! That really hurts!

Wang Cheng got up, his face smeared with dirt and ash. Clutching his sword, he angrily glared at Wang Feng, who was locked in combat with Wang Qi.

Turning to Wang Mingzhu's situation, she was engaged in a duel with a Wang family disciple named Wang Daowei, a top-notch expert from the outer court.

Wang Daowei excelled in wielding a horsetail whisk. Under the tutelage of a middle-aged Taoist in his youth, he had picked up some basic Taoist techniques. Although not particularly profound, Wang Daowei had a knack for integrating these rudimentary skills, applying them with great proficiency.

However, his morals were questionable, which explained why he associated with the likes of Wang Cheng and Wang Qi.

Wang Mingzhu, the Wang family's eldest daughter, was treasured by the family. Consequently, Wang Daowei and his followers wouldn't dare harm her. Despite being the ninth in line and Wang Qianxiong's youngest daughter, Wang Mingzhu was adored within the Wang family.

A sharp cry rang out as four fiery red whip shadows lashed towards Wang Daowei's forehead. Caught off guard, he scrambled to evade the attack.

Wang Mingzhu was adept with the short whip. On her tenth birthday, Wang Qianxiong had gone to great lengths to procure a gift for her. He traveled to the distant Blazing Island, far from the Imperial Capital, and slew a centennial Scarlet Blood Python. From its sinew and soul, he crafted the Scarlet Blood Cloud Mist Whip, a birthday gift fit for his cherished daughter.

The whip lashed out, marking Wang Daowei and his companions with several cuts. They struggled to find refuge from the relentless barrage of whip shadows, their once fine robes now shredded and scarred.

"Mingzhu, please, have mercy!" Wang Daowei pleaded in a hushed tone.

Wang Mingzhu then ceased her assault, retracting the short whip. The Scarlet Blood Cloud Mist Whip, previously extended to a length of ten meters, transformed back into mist and shrank to a mere three inches.

"Wang Feng! How are you holding up over there?" Wang Mingzhu called out, pausing her attack to check on Wang Feng, still in the midst of battle.

Wang Feng: "Ah! No worries! I'll be done in a jiffy!"

Wang Mingzhu had already wrapped up her battle. As a man, Wang Feng couldn't stand to be outdone by a woman!

With a mighty roar, Wang Feng swung his arms in a whirlwind of motion. He timed it perfectly, dodging Wang Qi's iron fist and charging at Wang Cheng.

He brought his fists together and hammered them down on Wang Cheng's head!

Wang Cheng angled his longsword to protect his forehead, flipping it sideways in an attempt to ward off the blow.

The only sound was a resounding "clang!"—a testament to Wang Feng's preferred, no-nonsense fighting style.

Wang Cheng's longsword shattered into several pieces, his forehead bruised, but his arms, which had blocked Wang Feng's onslaught, now hung limply, his palms smeared with blood.

Wang Feng spat out a mouthful of blood. He hadn't even tapped into the full force of his muscles, relying solely on his physical strength. Had he done so, Wang Cheng would have been dead without a doubt.

Still, the beating was severe enough to keep Wang Cheng bedridden for a good ten days to a fortnight. Clearly, Wang Feng had shown restraint; after all, it's not every day that such a perfect punching bag presents itself.

"Haha, I told you, don't bother me unless it's important—I'm a busy man!"

Wang Feng looked down at Wang Cheng, who was half-kneeling, drenched in blood, his arms dangling helplessly, and snorted in annoyance.

"Ah, hey!" From behind, Wang Qi swung his iron fist at Wang Feng's back.

"Clang!" The sound echoed as if two pieces of iron had struck each other.

Wang Feng turned with a smile, repeating, "Like I said, don't bother me unless it's necessary—I'm swamped!"

On Wang Feng's back, one could see that both Wang Cheng's sword and Wang Qi's punch had left nothing more than a few pale marks.

Wang Qi, caught by the collar by Wang Feng, was yanked back and tossed next to Wang Cheng. Nearby, several servants had been stacked by Wang Feng like a human pyramid.

Witnessing the scene, Wang Daowei patted his chest and thought to himself, "Thank goodness I was up against Miss Mingzhu and not Wang Feng. Otherwise, I'd be in the same sorry state as Wang Qi, stacked up like a pile of logs."

"Jiujiu, let's get going and fetch the prescription from Lee. We need to make it quick!"

"Alright, sounds good!"