C25 Brotherly Affection

Gao Feng's face sank as he snorted and said, "What you say sounds better than singing. Don't you want to bully the weak? Will you be waiting for us here?"

After being exposed, Lee Miaotiao no longer cared about his own face. He became angry from embarrassment, the Essence around his body surged and the Fifth Grade Martial Cultivator's pressure was released, even Huzi felt a deep threat.

"Brother Feng, you go first."

Huzi ignored the threat and stood in front of Gao Feng to let him leave first.

Huzi thought that his cultivation was higher than Gao Feng, and with his powerful bloodline, he could easily compete with Gao Feng. Huzi thought that his cultivation was higher than Gao Feng, and with his powerful bloodline, he could easily compete with Gao Feng.

Gao Feng quickly pushed Huzi away and looked in the direction of the drill grounds. He shouted, "No! Quickly go and participate in the competition! Otherwise, it will be too late!"

Huzi said stubbornly, "Even if I give up, I won't just watch you get bullied by them."

Gao Feng looked at Lee Miaotiao and laughed coldly: "Isn't it just a Fifth Grade Martial Cultivator, he can't do anything to me."

With that, Gao Feng's body moved, the aura around his body increased dramatically, and the formless pressure made even Lee Miaotiao's pupils shrink. He raised his leg and was about to step forward, but then he suddenly stopped and looked at Gao Feng in shock, asking, "You hid your cultivation level?"

"I do not need to hide my cultivation, I am the Third Grade Martial Cultivator." Gao Feng said plainly.

"Impossible." Lee Miaotiao's hawk-like eyes stared at Gao Feng and said puzzledly, "It's impossible for a small Third Grade Martial Cultivator to emit such a shocking aura."

"That's because you're afraid of death." Gao Feng said sarcastically.

Not only Lee Miaotiao, everyone under the Martial Master Stage felt some kind of threat from Gao Feng. They looked at him in shock and didn't understand that they would feel fear from facing someone with a much lower cultivation level.

As for those experts above Martial Master Stage, including those experts at the Martial King Stage, they were actually very interested in the aura being emitted from Gao Feng's body. Logically speaking, even the strongest Martial Cultivator Realm cultivator would not be able to directly crush a Warrior Realm warrior.

A young warrior asked an elderly man beside him, "Master, what's going on?"

The old man stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, then said: "This kind of Qi he has is extremely berserk, it should be caused by him frequently hunting Devil Beast, and is tainted with quite a few thoughts of the Devil Beast before his death."

"Bro, what a brilliant idea!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, someone else immediately echoed him.

Huzi also felt the threat from Gao Feng, and asked in disbelief: "Brother Feng, are you really Third Grade Martial Cultivator?"

Afraid that Huzi wouldn't participate in the competition because he was worried about him, Gao Feng turned around and whispered to Huzi: "I lied to him." Gao Feng was worried that Huzi wouldn't participate in the competition because he was worried about him.

Huzi didn't see that Gao Feng was lying and thought that Gao Feng was really a third grade Warrior while he was only a first grade Warrior. Even if he stayed, he wouldn't be able to help, so he said to Gao Feng, "Be careful, I'm going to participate in the competition."

"No one is allowed to leave."

Fatty Li roared and ran in front of Huzi in an attempt to stop him. Fatty Li knew that he could not stop him, so he delayed for a while to let him lose his qualifications to compete and disgust him.

Boom! *

Huzi did not hold back as he kicked towards Fatty Li. Fatty Lee didn't have time to dodge. He let out a scream, and like a giant rubber ball kicked away by Huzi, he fell into the ditch by the side of the road.

Sewage splashed everywhere, and a foul stench instantly filled the air.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Lee Miaotiao looked at his brother, who was in a miserable state. A trace of killing intent flashed across his eyes as he ran towards Huzi with quick steps.

"Your opponent is me."

Gao Feng shouted loudly and turned into a few afterimages. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Lee Miaotiao and threw a punch at him.

Lee Miaotiao felt the fierce fist wind behind him, so he had no choice but to give up chasing after Huzi. He stopped his steps, turned around and punched. Although he was the weakest Fifth Grade Martial Cultivator, his opponent was only a Third Grade Martial Cultivator. He did not believe that his fist could not beat his opponent.

Boom! *

The two fists collided, causing the air to vibrate. Both of them were pushed back several steps.

Lee Miaotiao steadied his feet and looked at Gao Feng in disbelief. Gao Feng had actually steadied his feet before him and backed off two steps less than Lee Miaotiao.

After which, Lee Miaotiao roared hysterically: "Bastard, you lied to me, you are hiding your cultivation, you are not Third Grade Martial Cultivator but a third grade Warrior."

Gao Feng looked at his red and swollen fists and asked as if nothing had happened, "Why do you say that?"

"Because... "Because …" Lee Miaotiao's face flushed red. After a moment of hesitation, he thought to himself, "Only a powerful Third-rank Warrior can force me to take two steps back."

It was a shameful thing for Fifth Grade Martial Cultivator to be unable to defeat a third grade Warrior. Lee Miaotiao initially did not want to say it, but in order to convince himself and the other party, he had to say it this way.

It was on the main street, and when the two sides made a move, it immediately attracted a lot of spectators. One of them had a broadsword on his back, and he was the Palace Master of Xiaoxiang Palace, Lin Wannian.

Lin Wannian was drinking in a nearby restaurant. Originally, he was not interested in this kind of gangster-like fight, but when he saw that the leader of the two parties on one side was Gao Feng and the word "Xiaoxiang" was hidden in the corner, he became slightly interested.

When Lin Wannian walked out of the restaurant, he saw Gao Feng swinging his fist towards Lee Miaotiao and Lee Miaotiao just happened to turn around and swing his fist to block the attack. He could not help but break out in a cold sweat.

In Xuanwu Continent, an additional level of cultivation would increase one fold in strength, and an additional great realm would increase one's strength by more than twenty times. According to this explanation, Gao Feng would definitely not be able to withstand the opponent's powerful force. If he didn't die, he would still have to walk to the gates of hell.

What made him even more surprised was that the young man in front of him looked as if nothing had happened. Could it be that he was not Third Grade Martial Cultivator, but a third stage Warrior?

But he was, after all, a master of Martial Monarch Stage, and even if he was blind, he could tell the difference between a Third Grade Martial Cultivator and a warrior of the third stage. This young man was indeed a Third Grade Martial Cultivator, but his strong physical body was comparable to a third stage warrior, or even stronger than a third stage warrior.

Now that things had progressed to this point, he had a bit of interest in the young man in front of him. Besides having a strong physique, he didn't know if he could defeat his opponent.

Gao Feng swept his eyes over the surrounding crowd, mockingly said to Lee Miaotiao, "Don't find an excuse for your incompetence, you deliberately slander me, don't you have face after you lose?"

"I will lose, I, a dignified Fifth Grade Martial Cultivator will lose to a small Third Grade Martial Cultivator. This is the biggest joke I've heard this year."

After saying that, Lee Miaotiao couldn't help but burst out laughing. His laughter was earth-shattering, scaring the surrounding crowd so much that they quickly covered their ears with their fingers.