CHAPTER 403: CHAPTER 228 A SCENE, PROVOCATION_2

It’s no surprise that the other party has a cold attitude; Chen Feng knew that this martial arts exchange was inherently unfriendly.

However, he did not expect that the other would actually be a True Intent Level expert.

"Martial arts have a deep influence in the several cities around Pla, and only those who have succeeded in martial arts can become the local elites...."

Han Chao explained in a low voice, and Chen Feng appeared thoughtful.

Then he introduced once again, looking at the last person.

A man dressed in a black hemp robe, wearing a round millstone hat.

With a gold ring on his ear, he appeared to be about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, with brown-yellow skin and sunken eyes, looking somewhat indifferent and arrogant, like a vulture.

"Flame Tiger Master?"

"Miss Xiwa spoke highly of you, it seems you are not weak and have some strength."

The tone was indifferent, even a bit provocative.

The two stared at each other, and information obtained inside the flying device earlier surfaced in Chen Feng’s mind.

[Walon, one of the top five secret pattern schools of Suluo, the current grandmaster of the Life-taking Vulture, and one of the two publicly recognized most likely to break through the Extreme Realm.]

[Strength equivalent to a Third Stage Master, capable of activating the secret pattern of Life-taking Vulture, extremely powerful, especially skilled in mental provocation, claw skill, seizing the attack, and instant kill....]

"But it’s a pity, you met me."

"So-called undefeated record is just that."

He deliberately stimulated provocatively, with a sinister dark light flashing through the deep-set eyes, seemingly penetrating people’s hearts.

Behind him, Cao Tong and Zhao Tingxiao were somewhat angry at the words, Zhou Wuren frowned slightly seeing the clue, Yuan Yueshan behind Lin Hao had a similar expression.

But in this regard.

"The provocation of the weak?"

With a calm tone, Chen Feng looked straight ahead, mentally strong and unmoved, directly breaking through the other party’s sinister mental provocation.

Behind him, Cao Tong and others instantly came back to their senses, all breaking out in a cold sweat, with a mix of surprise and doubt.

Seeing this, Walon on the opposite side squinted his eyes.

Noticing the wrong atmosphere, Han Chao looked indifferent, with the people stationed there timely speaking, gently laughing to resolve hostility.

"Both grandmasters are at the peak of martial arts, why not wait for tomorrow’s exchange to have a good sparring session."

"It’s getting late, we should head to Duowa City early."

Walon snorted coldly at the words, but did not continue speaking.

Chen Feng was not in a hurry; after all, the result would be the same sooner or later.

The atmosphere eased a bit, and under the arrangement of the stationed staff and a Suluo senior officer named Putney, several black cars appeared, parked in front.

Clack! Clack!

The car doors were pulled open, and Chen Feng and Lin Hao sat in the back seat of the same car.

Zhou Wuren, Yuan Yueshan, and others sat in the car behind, followed by armored vehicles driving out, clearing the way in front.

The hum of engines entered their ears, and the convoy soon drove out of the station, reaching one of the few paved roads.

The car windows were tightly closed, and Chen Feng looked outside.

Under the earthen fort buildings, a number of Suluo people looked on curiously.

Most of them were thin and sunken with yellow skin, clearly malnourished.

Clothes hung out to dry one after another, someone riding a sturdy bicycle hurriedly stopped in front to avoid the road.

Someone was making a phone call nearby, with quite a few children crowding around, enviously watching the hard-shell phone in his hand.

"Suluo...."

Lin Hao shook his head, his tone seeming a bit pitying.

Living on the same planet, even just a few hundred kilometers apart.

Yet the environments are worlds apart.

Chen Feng remained silent, making no judgments on this.

The black car continued forward, until halfway, passing a square in Pla City.

"Beat him!"

"Dog, beat him to death!"

The sudden shout attracted quite a bit of attention, and Chen Feng and Lin Hao looked that way.

It was a pothole-filled cement square.

The basketball hoop nearby had a torn net, with rusty frames, and the surrounding concrete walls bore black graffiti of snakes and crows.

Inside, there was actually a small martial arts hall named Eagle Tiger Martial Arts Hall.

The signboard had a black background with gray characters, somewhat ancient in style, and in the script of the Chi Country.

Unfortunately, it seemed neglected over the years, with numerous cracks in the wooden doors around it, appearing quite run-down.

Outside the martial arts hall, a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenagers gathered, forming a semicircle, blocking the doorway.

Their attire varied, some in sweaters, some in jackets, but mostly they were brown-yellow-skinned Su Luo people.

"Beat him!"

"Dog, quickly use your secret pattern, smash him!"

"This kid from Chi Country needs a lesson to see how powerful our Suluo secret pattern martial arts is!"

"What Eagle Tiger Martial Arts Hall, compared to our secret pattern martial arts, is not worth mentioning at all!"

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A cacophony of insulting voices, the translator worn with them quickly kicked in.

"What’s going on? Challenging the hall?"

Lin Hao frowned, quickly noticing the crux of the matter.

Among the semicircle of Suluo boys, were two figures facing each other.

One dressed in deliberately mature black leather, quite tall, fists clenched, with naturally curly brown hair, was obviously Dog from the crowd cheering.

"Yao Wei, admit defeat."

"I learned the secret pattern from Master Tiger; your master is no match for Master Tiger, so naturally, you are no match for me."

The boy named Dog mocked, faintly visible were the black patterns gathering on his clenched fist.

Opposite him, was a thin figure standing in front of the Eagle Tiger Martial Arts Hall door with a pale face, looking distressed.

Black eyes, black wavy hair.

Obviously a Chi Country youth, but currently wearing a simple black jacket with a white mourning ribbon.

"Dog, today is the anniversary of my master’s passing."

"Do not force me."

The Chi Country youth named Yao Wei, with his angular face, eyes swollen with redness, grit his teeth staring at the other.