Chapter 1390 - 1387: Sixty Percent Chance of Victory!

As Liu Fufeng’s momentum shifted, the gazes of the people on the street changed as well.

Jia Kun and others who were slightly closer to Liu Fufeng felt an overwhelming heat coming towards them, making them feel like fish left out to dry on the shore, unable to breathe and retreating continuously.

"This is... Young Master Hufeng trying to use his momentum to intimidate Luo Feng!"

"What a powerful sense of oppression. I’ve heard before that experts can defeat enemies solely with their momentum, and I used to have some doubts. Now it seems it’s absolutely true."

"I understand now, after all, this is Melt Fire City, and Luo Feng is a guest invited by His Highness the Crown Prince. It’s not good for Young Master Hufeng to directly make a move, but if he can make the opponent submit with his momentum, it will be enough to prove he’s the true king of the younger generation."

"Yes, Young Master Hufeng is indeed the first among our Great Power Dynasty. His strength, among Martial Artists in the True Yuan Realm sixth level, is enough to stand above the rest. Luo Feng is definitely not a match for him, no, even ten Luo Fengs wouldn’t be."

The crowd retreated to several hundred meters away, their expressions incredibly shocked.

The fierce momentum surrounding Liu Fufeng surged like waves in the sea, impacting Luo Feng relentlessly and without end.

"You!"

Chi Wei’s face turned cold, about to retaliate, but was stopped by Luo Feng’s outstretched hand.

Competing in momentum, I, Luo Feng, have never lost to anyone!

With a dominant smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, Luo Feng didn’t move a step back, raising his eyelids as an astonishing sharpness erupted from his eyes.

Buzz!

At that moment, the air around him vibrated, and an illusory dragon shadow appeared in the void, gazing down at the world with disdain.

Then, a terrifying chill burst out from within him, causing winds and clouds to change around. In the eyes of the onlookers, half of the street was covered in swirling snow, sealing the land in ice.

This was the intent realm of Winter Snow Robs The World!

Gasp!

A clear sound of inhalation rang out on the street, partly out of shock and partly due to the extreme cold.

Crack!

On the street beside Luo Feng, a Martial Artist’s wine jug suddenly cracked, startling him. Upon closer inspection, the water wine inside had completely frozen.

"So cold! This is Melt Fire City, why does it feel like the Ice Seal world in the Extreme North Land?"

Everyone was dumbstruck, their faces full of astonishment.

Prince Jia looked incredibly sullen, glaring at Luo Feng, gritting his teeth, "You can never be a match for Young Master Hufeng."

Crack... crack...

The two completely different momentums clashed in the void, seemingly accompanied by sounds of space shattering. In the eyes of the onlookers, the world was divided in two: one half engulfed in flames, the other in an ice and snow world. The broad street seemed unable to contain both Liu Fufeng and Luo Feng, threatening to collapse at any moment.

Liu Fufeng felt the formidable cold spreading over him, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile. However, the battle intent in his eyes was like a wildfire in spring, growing more intense.

At the same time, the momentum emanating from him increased, akin to a volcanic eruption, thundering and consuming everything in its path.

Yet, no matter how much he heightened his momentum, Luo Feng remained completely unaffected, as if he were a snow-covered mountain that had stood for millennia, impervious to flames.

Crack!

The air slightly distorted, and a large crack unexpectedly appeared on the ground between the two.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Liu Fufeng and Luo Feng simultaneously retracted their momentum, jumping back three or four meters.

"Very good, you have the qualifications to be my opponent, but not now. I’m looking forward to your performance in the sacred ground assessment a few months from now," Liu Fufeng said, gazing at Luo Feng.

Luo Feng nodded, saying calmly, "I am looking forward to it too."

After speaking, Luo Feng left with Chi Wei under the gaze of the crowd, who automatically parted ways, none daring to block his path.

Seeing Luo Feng about to leave, Jia Kun’s face showed a flash of bitterness. He turned to Liu Fufeng, saying, "Brother Liu, are you just going to let him go like this!"

At the palace banquet, he suffered a complete defeat at Luo Feng’s hands, losing face entirely. Not only that, since that evening, Chi Wei’s attitude towards him had grown noticeably cold. When they met, she only nodded in greeting.

These past few days, Jia Kun had been holding on to a grudge, constantly wanting to teach Luo Feng a harsh lesson.

Of course, he knew his own limitations and naturally wouldn’t court death himself. He had been looking forward to Liu Fufeng’s return, believing that given their good relationship, Liu Fufeng would take action against Luo Feng for both his sake and the face of the Dali Dynasty.

However, Liu Fufeng had returned, yet the scene he hoped for didn’t happen.

Liu Fufeng withdrew his gaze from Luo Feng and said to Jia Kun, "Do you think losing to him is a disgrace?"

Jia Kun gritted his teeth, saying, "Brother Liu, Luo Feng is merely a disciple of the Canglang Dynasty’s Golden Palace..."

"So what?"

Liu Fufeng interrupted Jia Kun, "I also came from a village and walked step by step to where I am today."

Jia Kun’s expression froze slightly, quickly saying, "But how can Luo Feng be compared to Brother Liu!"

Liu Fufeng shook his head, "Heroes do not ask about their origins. Jia Kun, to be frank, Luo Feng’s strength is far greater than you think. Even if I were to fight him today, optimistically, my chances of victory are only sixty percent."

"What!"

Jia Kun widened his eyes, seemingly taken aback.

Several months ago, at the Dali Dynasty’s grand competition, Jia Kun couldn’t withstand even three moves from Liu Fufeng. In the months since, Liu Fufeng’s cultivation advanced from the True Yuan Realm fifth level to the sixth level, reaching unfathomable depths. Yet when facing Luo Feng, his chances were only sixty percent, and that was optimistic!

If these words hadn’t come directly from Liu Fufeng, Jia Kun would never have believed them.

...

"Indeed, an expert. If I were to exchange blows with him, I’d only have a sixty percent chance of winning. I’d have to reveal my entire hand."

Walking down the street with Chi Wei, Luo Feng was still pondering the situation when he faced Liu Fufeng. He sensed that Liu Fufeng had comprehended Sword Intent but hadn’t utilized it; clearly, there was reservation in the earlier clash of momentum. Of course, he also hadn’t unleashed his Grand Momentum.

Shaking his head, Luo Feng decided not to dwell on Liu Fufeng’s matters anymore.

As of now, the opponent was indeed formidable, but only for the time being. Luo Feng had confidence that in a few months, he would surpass him by far.

In truth, it wouldn’t take months; as long as he broke through to the True Yuan Realm sixth level, defeating Liu Fufeng would be as easy as flipping a hand. With the help from the Blood Essence Yuan Pill and the Extreme Fire Screaming Dragon Silkworm Egg, he believed that day would come soon.

Returning to the palace, Luo Feng led Chi Wei to the small courtyard where he resided, instructing the maid to prepare a table of fine dishes and wine. After eating and drinking their fill, he prepared for cultivation.

Before starting to train, he took out a Blood Essence Yuan Pill and an Extreme Fire Screaming Dragon Silkworm Egg, along with several Third Grade Yuan Stones.

Since advancing to the True Yuan Realm fifth level, the rate at which he consumes Yuan Stones during cultivation has been increasing rapidly, to an extent that can only be described as terrifying. One session of cultivation requires several Third Grade Yuan Stones, which amounts to thousands of Second Grade Yuan Stones, spending money like flowing water!

Fortunately, he previously accumulated some wealth and earned a substantial amount after slaying the Corpse Ghost Taoist, otherwise, the mere cost of cultivation would bankrupt him in no time.

With everything prepared, Luo Feng quickly entered into the state of cultivation, while Chi Wei took out the heart of the Five-Colored Glazed Toad, focusing on refining its Pure Yin Blood Energy, soon being engulfed in a dense aura of blood.

The night quickly receded.

The next morning.

Luo Feng awoke from his cultivation, exhaling slowly.

"My cultivation speed is even faster than during the early stages of the True Yuan Realm; truly the treasures of heaven and earth that would entice even the Yuan Sea Realm. With the Blood Essence Yuan Pill and the Extreme Fire Screaming Dragon Silkworm Egg, I should break through within ten days."

With a faint smile on his lips, Luo Feng stored away the Yuan Stones and spiritual medicine that hadn’t been used up, turning his gaze to where Chi Wei was situated, seeing the cocoon formed by the blood aura spinning more slowly, his eyebrows lightly raised.

"It’s coming!"