C123 Deja Vu

Zuo Feng endured the waves of pain all over his body. He reached into his bosom and took out a few packets of medicinal powders, smearing them all over his body. At this moment, it was hard to see the original color of his skin from the upper half of his body.

He could be said to have won by a stroke of luck from Ding Hao. In close combat, Zuo Feng had been quite confident before, at least for warriors who were one or two levels higher than him, he was confident that he could suppress the others.

However, in the fight with Ding Hao just now, if it wasn't for his specially modified body and the "Lian Rou Pushing Hand Technique" and the self-created "Skeleton Removing Technique" that he had just learned, he wouldn't have been able to defeat Ding Hao at all.

Ding Hao's physical body combat techniques could be said to be a completely different story. Many techniques even gave him the illusion that he had broken through the limits of the human body. Not only that, but his fists and feet even contained moves such as sabers, swords, sticks, and whips. This opened Zuo Feng's eyes and made him learn a lot of new things at the same time.

While thinking about the battle just now, he also played out Ding Hao's moves in his mind. In the blink of an eye, Zuo Feng arrived at the outermost staircase of the fourth level of the spiral tower. Without hesitation, he walked up the stairs. At the same time, he pulled out the wine jug from his waist and took a big gulp.

Zuo Feng could be said to have never drunk alcohol before, but he didn't expect that the first time he drank wine was in a place like this. Ding Hao's free and easy image appeared in his mind. Zuo Feng could not help but laugh and shake his head.

'Ding Hao felt that he was right about him, and Ding Hao was the same to him.'

Along with the effect of the external application of Medicinal Herbs Powder for Trauma and "Wangyou Drunk", the surface of his body emitted a slight chill. This was a clear sign that his external wounds had improved. A warm feeling emanated from the Na Hai in his lower abdomen, followed by waves of pure spirit energy.

Zuo Feng took out another bag of "Return of Force Powder" and swallowed it up. When he reached the fifth floor after crossing the last flight of stairs, although his clothes were still tattered, he had already recovered to his peak condition.

"The effects of these medicinal powders and this' Wangyou Drunk 'are pretty good. I didn't expect that in the time it takes to take a dozen breaths, it would have mostly recovered." Zuo Feng couldn't help but praise him, and then he twisted his neck and shook his shoulders, as if he was eager to give it a try.

Suddenly, a metal box embedded in the floor of the corridor came into view. Because he had always been thinking about the "Spiritual Pregnancy Pill" after his final victory, he had almost forgotten about the reward for passing the fourth level.

He laughed at himself as he opened the lid of the metal box. Then, a dazzling yellow light shined on Zuo Feng, making him dizzy. With narrowed eyes, he was able to clearly see that there was a short yellow blade inside the metal box. The blade was about twelve to thirteen inches long and had a golden sheen to it. Even the handle was wrapped in golden threads.

Zuo Feng frowned and stared at it for a long time. Then, he couldn't help but spit out the word "slut". Although Zuo Feng had learnt some refining techniques, he didn't have much experience. For a moment, he really couldn't tell what material this short blade was made of.

There was also a scabbard in the metal box. This scabbard looked a lot simpler than a short blade. The scabbard was made from the finest cyan iron wood. Although cyan iron wood was not considered precious, the cyan colored scabbard in front of him was mixed with black spots. Clearly, it was made from cyan iron wood which had reached the age of a hundred years.

Looking at the shiny golden dagger in the metal box, Zuo Feng immediately thought of a person. At the same time, he thought to himself with a smile. 'Such a short burn-knife is just right for that 'mischievous monkey.'

Thinking this way, Zuo Feng sheathed the dagger into its sheath and placed it into his pocket. In reality, he was still able to absorb the psychokinesis into the crystal. After doing this, Zuo Feng walked into the passage. As he took a step forward, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and a serious expression appeared on his face.

The heavy stone door slowly opened and an extremely dazzling light was emitted from within the large hall. A large hall that was twice as spacious as the one below was seen. This large hall was densely packed with countless spirit stones, and there was even a large amount of spirit stones embedded in the ceiling.

Zuo Feng looked over and saw that all the Spirit Stones in the hall were green and translucent. They were actually all mid-grade Spirit Stones. This could be said to be extravagant. What he had obtained from the bandits' secret chamber were all the lowest grade of Spiritual Light Stones. Even if he added all the Spiritual Light Stones he had obtained together, it would barely be enough to exchange for a middle tier Spiritual Light Stone like the one in front of him.

Just when Zuo Feng was extremely excited over these Spirit Stones, a trembling came from the wall at the side of the hall. Soon after, a stone door slowly opened and a tall and sturdy silver figure appeared in the passage behind the stone door.

This burly figure wore a mask. It was the person who made him feel somewhat familiar with him. This burly masked youth was currently covered in blood, and the armor on his face and chest were also stained with countless pieces of flesh. He looked like a fiend that had walked out of hell.

It was impossible to see the other person's appearance. One could only see a pair of icy cold eyes looking at them with fierce gazes. This gaze was as vicious as the wolf cub, causing Zuo Feng to feel a chill from the bottom of his heart.

They stayed silent for a while, and then walked to the center of the hall at the same time. Zuo Feng was not a talkative person to begin with, and the masked youth in front of him was even more so dumb. The two of them did not even need to communicate, their actions were already enough to explain everything.

The two of them advanced at almost the same time, to the point where their pace rhythm was exactly the same. When the two of them were less than three meters apart, they stopped at the same time. In the next moment, the two of them took a step forward at almost the same time. The masked youth raised his right fist and swung it horizontally. Zuo Feng raised his left arm, which was wearing the "Prison Lock", and also threw a punch.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the masked youth retreated half a step before stabilizing his body. Zuo Feng, on the other hand, took another step back before stabilizing his body. The masked youth's eyes revealed a hint of doubt. It was clear that he wasn't satisfied with this result.

Zuo Feng, on the other hand, had a serious expression on his face after stabilizing his body. He had seen the strength of his opponent after that probing exchange just now. The peak of the third level of the Bone Refining stage was different from the power of the medicine Teng Fang. This young man's cultivation had truly reached the third level of the Bone Refining stage, and it seemed that his cultivation was very stable.

'Looks like Ding Hao's warning wasn't exaggerated at all. Furthermore, from the exchange of blows just now, Ding Hao's evaluation of this masked youth was rather conservative.

Zuo Feng stared at his opponent with a serious look, at the same time, he bent his knees and slowly lowered his body, raising his arms in a fighting posture. At this moment, although the burly youth could not see the expression behind the mask, it was obvious that his eyes were slightly narrowed. The fact that the opponent was able to receive his full strength attack and was only slightly disadvantaged also made him feel that he was an opponent worthy of respect.

The masked youth was clearly a bit impatient. He attacked first, his sturdy body moving extremely quickly. He had already arrived in front of Zuo Feng with only a fierce stomp, then raised his right leg and swept it towards Zuo Feng. Zuo Feng's expression was extremely serious. This kick of his did not have any fancy tricks, but it did contain a great amount of spiritual power.

He slowly raised his left arm to protect his left, while at the same time, his right hand firmly held onto the prison lock on his left wrist. Just as Zuo Feng assumed a defensive stance, the masked youth's merciless whip kick came sweeping over. This time, it wasn't a muffled sound but an ear-piercing metal clashing sound. Zuo Feng's thin body flew out horizontally, and his feet dragged on the ground for ten feet before he managed to stabilize himself.

The masked youth lowered his head to look at his right leg. The silver armor on his right leg had a clear dent. He tilted his head and looked at Zuo Feng's left wrist, as if he was observing the armguard on Zuo Feng's wrist. Then, a teasing smile appeared in the eyes of Zuo Feng's mask.

After that, he also heavily stomped on the ground, and once again dashed towards Zuo Feng. This time, the masked youth directly rushed in front of Zuo Feng and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

This time, Zuo Feng did not continue to block. His previous defense was only to see how big the difference was between his physical body and the opponent's cultivation. Now, he had an idea. Facing the continuous punches coming at him, Zuo Feng stepped forward and twisted his body, continuously dispersing the punches.

The masked youth clearly wasn't a patient person. Seeing that his five or six consecutive punches didn't have the slightest effect, he gave a low snort as he increased the speed of his punches. The masked youth's physical body was strong, and his cultivation base was high, but his skills were far inferior to Ding Hao's.

Very quickly, Zuo Feng seized the opportunity to launch a full punch. He grabbed his opponent's wrist with one hand and twisted the fingers of his other hand into a claw, holding his opponent's elbow. Then, he viciously tore it apart.

This was the deboning technique Zuo Feng had recently developed. Surprisingly, the masked youth let out a soft cry. However, soon after, his eyes lit up and his captured arm fiercely swung backwards. This time, not only was he able to free himself from Zuo Feng's grasp, he was also able to make Zuo Feng stagger to the side.

As compared to the masked youth ignoring his "deboning technique", what surprised Zuo Feng even more was the soft "eh" sound he made just now. Previously, when the opponent had let out a low shout, Zuo Feng had felt that the voice was very familiar, but later, when the "huh" sound had reached his ears, Zuo Feng felt as if the name of the person had already reached his mouth.

"Did we ever know each other?"

Zuo Feng could no longer suppress the question in his heart. What kind of face was under the ice-cold mask? It could be said that this question had been there since he was at the city gate. The two of them had seen each other many times, but even now, when they were fighting with their lives, they still could not figure it out.

Zuo Feng was now certain that the person before him was someone he used to be very familiar with. If he could take off the mask, even if he had half a face, he would immediately be able to identify him.

The masked man was stunned, but after hesitating for a moment, he rushed towards Zuo Feng again, as if he didn't have the patience to say even one more word.