C49 Fight Chang Wenjun Again

In Renzhong City, there were over a hundred families, some of which had pledged allegiance to the Han family, while others aligned with the Hong and Chang families. The rest chose to remain neutral. Now, standing before Han Feng was a member of the Chang family, Chang Jufen, leading a group of about twenty individuals from five or six allied families. Although not all members of these families were present, the collective strength of the group bolstered Chang Jufen's confidence.

With a smirk, Chang Jufen addressed Han Feng, "I'm well aware of your prowess. After all, you wouldn't have bested Chang Wenjun otherwise. But let's face it, you're up against more than twenty of us. No matter how skilled you are, you can't overcome such numbers."

"And let's not forget, Chang Wenjun is likely on his way here," he added. "Now a Martial Cultivator with six Main Bloodlines unlocked, do you really think you can get away?"

"Last time, you relied on a sneak attack. This time..." Chang Jufen's sneer deepened.

Sneak attack? Han Feng scoffed internally. Clearly, Chang Wenjun hadn't been forthcoming about the events. The fact that Chang Wenjun's own sneak attack had backfired, leaving him at a disadvantage, was something he probably found too embarrassing to admit, opting instead to shift the blame onto Han Feng.

It was no surprise then that these twenty-odd Martial Cultivators, each having unlocked only one or two Main Bloodlines, felt emboldened to encircle him. Among them, there were even a few who had reached the Peak of the Early Mortal Rank.

In a city with so many families, not every lineage could boast the number of prodigies found within the Han, Hong, and Chang families. For the smaller clans of Renzhong City, a youth who could unlock a Main Bloodline by the age of fifteen and advance to the Middle Mortal Rank was already considered a standout talent.

Yet Han Feng faced the group with utter composure. Had he been a typical Four-main-bloodline Martial Cultivator, he might have been rattled. But Han Feng was far from typical; he had not only achieved the status of a Seven-main-bloodline Martial Cultivator, but he was also an exceptional one at that.

"Kill him!" Chang Jufen, unable to contain his fury at Han Feng's lack of fear, bellowed the command. He gestured to the young martial cultivators at his side, urging them to launch their attack on Han Feng.

"Whoever takes down Han Feng will receive a hefty reward from Young Master Chang Wenjun!"

The thought of the Level 2 and Level 3 Pills in Chang Wenjun's possession sent Chang Jufen into a frenzy of excitement.

"Die!"

Han Feng's internal strength exploded forth. He didn't bother with Basic Long Fists or Basic Leg Techniques, instead unleashing a devastating punch.

Screams of pain echoed one after another.

Many martial cultivators at the Middle Mortal Rank tried to shield themselves with their internal strength, but they were no match for Han Feng's punch, especially those with only one or two main bloodlines.

The attackers were swiftly repelled, sent flying back, many with broken bones, their cries of agony filling the air.

Chang Jufen's face paled in shock. "Impossible! He took out over twenty men in the blink of an eye!"

He pointed at Han Feng and bellowed, "You're not a Four-main-bloodline Martial Cultivator!"

Han Feng smirked. "I never claimed to be one."

Chang Jufen was at a loss for words.

Han Feng knew what Chang Jufen was getting at. Chang Wenjun had told him Han Feng was a Four-main-bloodline Martial Cultivator.

With a mocking sneer, Han Feng said, "You just believe whatever Chang Wenjun says? Let me set the record straight. When Chang Wenjun got injured, I didn't ambush him. It was he who tried to ambush me."

"Too bad for him, Chang Wenjun was out of his league. His ambush failed, and he ended up getting kicked by me instead."

Chang Jufen froze, completely taken aback by this revelation.

It didn't take long for Chang Jufen to piece everything together. "Curse it, Chang Wenjun knew full well how formidable Han Feng was. He never intended for me to kill Han Feng; he just wanted me to buy him time. No wonder he was so willing to offer a reward; he knew I stood no chance against Han Feng!"

Han Feng advanced towards Chang Jufen with deliberate steps.

In desperation, Chang Jufen cried out, "Han Feng, spare me! I can bring Chang Wenjun to you."

Han Feng halted, and for a fleeting moment, Chang Jufen's face lit up with hope—only to be replaced by a look of sheer terror the next instant.

Han Feng swiftly appeared before Chang Jufen, and before Chang Jufen could react, Han Feng had already seized his heart.

He had employed the Claw Condensation Technique.

"Why?" Chang Jufen coughed up blood and collapsed, his eyes dimming with reluctance.

Even as he faced death, Chang Jufen's eyes betrayed his lingering thirst for life.

Han Feng responded softly, "Chang Wenjun doesn't need you to lead him; he'll find his way here on his own."

Having dispatched Chang Jufen, Han Feng turned to the twenty-odd people before him, who were now weeping and pleading for mercy.

"Han Feng, we admit our mistake. Please, spare us."

"Yes, we were misled by Chang Wenjun. We deserve to die, but please, don't kill us."

"If you spare me, I swear our family will pledge allegiance to the Han family. Please, have mercy."

Han Feng's expression remained frosty. "If I were weak, would you show me any mercy?"

"You wish to join the Han family? You're not even the head of your own clan!"

"The Han family has no need for those with such feeble resolve."

Ultimately, Han Feng claimed the lives of more than twenty individuals.

The trials in the Jade Peak Mountain Range had steeled him; he no longer feared the act of killing.

Seated amidst a circle of corpses, Han Feng meditated.

Before long, a figure hurried toward him.

Han Feng rose to his feet. "Chang Wenjun, I've been waiting for you. At last, you've arrived."

Upon his arrival, Chang Wenjun's face contorted at the sight of the blood-soaked bodies.

Chang Wenjun was no stranger to death; many had perished by his hand, some after enduring horrific torment.

Yet, those were one-on-one confrontations. Now, confronted with over twenty tragic corpses and the man responsible standing among them, his icy smile sent a shiver of fear through Chang Wenjun.

To him, Han Feng seemed like the grim reaper, a demon incarnate.

Biting back his fear, Chang Wenjun regained his composure and inwardly berated himself, "He's not a demon. He's merely a Four-main-bloodline Martial Cultivator. I have nothing to fear."

"Han Feng, you've got guts. After killing that waste Chang Jufen, you didn't flee. Instead, you waited here for me."

"However, this works out in my favor, saving me time. Once I've taken you down, I'll go after the remaining elite talents of the Han family. I imagine that will cause quite the agony for your clan," Chang Wenjun said with a malicious grin, flicking his tongue menacingly.

"Explosive Diamond Finger!"

Chang Wenjun's lethal internal strength coalesced at the tips of his right index and middle fingers, swirling with intensity.

A resonating hum filled the air.

"Die!"

With a fierce cry, Chang Wenjun lunged, aiming his finger at Han Feng. Should his finger strike a massive boulder as tall as a man, it would not only pierce through but shatter it into fragments.

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