C55 Retreat

Once Han Feng advanced to the Late Period of Mortal Rank and harnessed the Fire attribute True Qi, his mortal fire would immediately ascend to Medium-class status.

Upon reaching Human Rank, he could fuse two mortal fires, propelling him directly into the echelon of Upper-class mortal fire.

Despite the prowess of the Nine Flames And Strange Fire Art, elevating his mortal fire to Top-quality would still necessitate Fire attribute Spirit Creatures. Only then could he break through the second layer and generate an Exotic Flame that transcended Top-quality mortal fire!

Their palms were engulfed in fierce red flames, with one emitting tendrils of white vapor.

They collided with a thunderous impact!

The flames on Han Feng's palm were momentarily frozen by the ice Qi, only to be thawed by the subsequent blaze.

The flames oscillated between red and blue hues.

Chang Wenhua's palm, though shrouded in ice Qi, began to show signs of scorching.

Ultimately, Han Feng's red mortal fire proved to be the stronger force.

The ice Qi Chang Wenhua had mustered was merely simple ice attribute True Qi, starkly different from the ice Qi produced after ascending to Human Rank.

The difference between Fire attribute True Qi and mortal fire was one of quality, not just intensity.

Had Chang Wenhua's Internal Strength not been vastly superior to Han Feng's, the earlier palm strike could have melted his palm away.

The clash of their palms sent a massive shockwave in all directions.

Both men were forced to retreat; Han Feng took more than ten steps back, while Chang Wenhua was pushed back over twenty.

Han Feng steadied himself, the mortal fire within him flowing freely, quickly dispelling the ice Qi from his palm.

Chang Wenhua, no matter how vigorously he summoned the ice attribute True Qi within, could not restore the scorched flesh to its normal state.

Han Rou coughed up blood, feeling relief wash over her. She raised her head to witness Han Feng and Chang Wenhua, her eyes betraying her astonishment.

Chang Wenhua had transformed over half of his Internal Strength into Attribute True Qi, showcasing his formidable power. But what was the extent of Han Feng's cultivation foundation?

He was merely in the Middle Period of Mortal Rank, yet he had somehow mastered the mortal fire, a feat typically reserved for those of Human Rank!

For the first time,

Han Rou acknowledged in her heart that she was no match for Han Feng.

Chang Wenhua's face twisted with rage. "He truly is skilled!"

Han Feng simply gazed at Chang Wenhua with an impassive face.

In that moment, Chang Wenhua felt the urge to back down.

He realized that with Han Feng possessing mortal fire, even with their cultivation foundations vastly different, Han Feng could still hold his own against him.

He might even be capable of killing him!

Before encountering Han Feng, such a thought had never crossed Chang Wenhua's mind.

Historically, in the Family Trials, those who managed to unlock six Main Bloodlines were rare, and those with seven were even scarcer.

Chang Wenhua had believed that after advancing to the Late Period of Mortal Rank and consuming numerous level 4 pills to condense over half of his Internal Strength into Attribute Genuine Qi, no one in the Family Trials could challenge him.

But Han Feng's emergence had brutally crushed Chang Wenhua's illusions.

Watching Han Feng cautiously, Chang Wenhua conceded with a softer tone, "Han Feng, our strengths are nearly equal. If we both suffer here, it will only play into the hands of others. Remember, there's still a full day left in the Family Trials."

"Why don't we both compromise? You take Han Rou and go, and I'll leave as well."

"In six months, the Mystic Sect will dispatch representatives to Renzhong City for assessments. We can have our showdown then, what do you say?"

But Han Feng was unyielding. "If you wish to leave, you must at least surrender the Token you've acquired."

Anger flickered across Chang Wenhua's face. "Han Feng, you're far too greedy!"

That would mean all his efforts over the past two days were for naught.

Han Feng formed a basketball-sized red fireball in his hand and spoke icily, "You may have condensed Attribute Genuine Qi, but without having reached Human Rank, you're no match for Human Rank ice qi. Moreover, you can't project your ice qi outward for long-range attacks."

"But I've already mastered the mortal fire, allowing me to strike from a distance. You believe we're evenly matched, but I'm convinced I can take you down."

Chang Wenhua's complexion turned ashen. Indeed, his ice attribute Genuine Qi was not the same as mere ice qi.

With a grimace, Chang Wenhua relented, surrendering only half the tokens.

Han Feng consented.

Ultimately, Chang Wenhua handed over thirty tokens to Han Feng.

Han Feng's brow furrowed, and he abruptly hurled the fireball he was holding. Chang Wenhua, in a panic, waved his hands to defend himself.

The blast left Chang Wenhua disheveled and coughing up blood.

Chang Wenhua exploded in anger, "Han Feng, how can you break your word like this? Push me to the brink, and we'll both go down!"

Han Feng replied icily, "Chang Wenhua, don't take me for a fool. With your level of cultivation and your aggressive nature, you've undoubtedly collected more tokens."

Chang Wenhua's expression grew darker as he produced another thirty-odd tokens and handed them to Han Feng.

"This is it, the real count. The final day's battles were fierce. These past two days, I've only managed to gather around one hundred and twenty tokens," Chang Wenhua grumbled.

"If you're still not satisfied, I'm ready to go another round with you," Chang Wenhua said, poised for another attack.

This time, Han Feng held his tongue. "Leave now. I'll honor our duel in six months."

Han Feng had been informed by his family's elders that to counter the Mystic Level force backing the Chang family, the Han family would need to align with a power of their own. The Mystic Sect was an excellent option.

Han Feng had no intention of backing down from the challenge in six months.

Unbeknownst to him at the time, the force behind the Chang family was none other than the Mystic Sect.

After Chang Wenhua departed, Han Rou gazed at Han Feng with a complex look before murmuring her thanks.

Han Feng's laugh was hearty and genuine. "We're family. There's no need for such formality."

At his words, Han Rou paused, her previously rigid expression softening. "Yes, we are family. From now on, we'll strive together to safeguard the Han family."

Han Rou had fully acknowledged Han Feng.

At that moment, Han Feng's voice took on a grave tone, "Sister Rou, we need to leave—now."

Han Rou couldn't fathom why Han Feng looked so grim, but she sensed the urgency and quickly followed him as they made a swift exit.

As they hurried along, Han Feng revealed the reason, "Sister Rou, my mortal fire might seem impressive, but it's a flame that only those at the Human Rank can wield with ease. I'm merely in the middle stage of Mortal Rank, not even close to its peak. Using mortal fire takes a heavy toll on me."

"To be frank, using mortal fire boosts my attack power beyond Chang Wenhua's, but I can only manage that twice at most. It's not enough to defeat him. Without the mortal fire, given Chang Wenhua's level of cultivation, he could easily kill us both."

"Chang Wenhua isn't foolish. It won't take him long to figure things out."

Grasping the gravity of their predicament, Han Rou picked up the pace even more.