CHAPTER 411: CHAPTER 232: ONE MAN HOLDS OFF 1000 PEOPLE

Buzz!!

The black sedan sped along, the trees on both sides of the road bent by the snow.

"Ting Xiao, Chen Master and the others must be very tired, right?"

A teenager in an old down jacket sat in the back seat, looking at the snow-covered scenery on both sides, feeling the cold gale outside, and couldn’t help but ask.

Zhao Tingxiao, wearing a blue windbreaker, was slightly taken aback, as was the military driver and Zhou Wuren’s disciple who were curious to eavesdrop.

"Why do you say that?"

"My master told me before leaving that when he first came to Suluo, he opened a Martial Arts Hall all by himself, faced a lot of opposition, and was very tired."

"He just wanted more people in Chi Country to know about martial arts on this land, but he didn’t expect the resistance to be so great. People here did not welcome him."

The boy looked at the frost and snow outside, as if seeing all of his master’s past encounters and the moment when he was crippled by that Tiger.

"It’s already like this in Pula City, so it must be worse in Duowa City, which is a martial arts holy land."

"Chen Master and the others are only a few people, but there are many martial artists here in Suluo, so....."

"So you’re worried about them?"

Zhao Tingxiao rubbed his head. Although he wasn’t much older, at that moment, he appeared somewhat mature.

"Yes."

The teenager named Yao Wei nodded, but soon saw Zhao Tingxiao smile.

"You, worrying is fine."

"But unfortunately, you don’t understand my senior brother."

Yao Wei looked curious, as did Zhou Wuren’s disciple, who showed more interest.

"My senior brother, he’s never the type to admit defeat."

"In fact, I think he’s the most proud among everyone I’ve ever met."

With a complex tone, Zhao Tingxiao seemed to reminisce about when he first joined the Flame Tiger Sect.

"The more others flaunt in front of him, the calmer he becomes."

"The more enemies there are, the more fearless he remains..."

Past memories flashed by continuously, the personal disciple being easily subdued, beaten black and blue.

The renowned Blood Poison Hand was slain by him alone, single-handedly battling elites at the Southern Martial Arts Tournament, saving the declining Flame Tiger Sect by himself.

The battle at the Huai River established dominance over the Southern Martial Arts realm, and at Xiang Mountain, his single punch silenced the crowd of crows....

At this point, it seems as if he’s supporting the renowned name of Chi Country’s martial arts world by himself.

"He’s proud, he’s calm."

"Because he knows, no matter who the enemy is, no matter how many there are."

"To him, they are all the same...."

A tone of admiration, worship, sigh....

Zhao Tingxiao looked out the window, seeing the snowy mountain structure they were approaching.

"All the same....as weak as weeds, easily defeated."

...

Buzz!

An invisible aura spread.

Calm footsteps echoed, as the black-clad youth stood at the forefront of the exchange team and walked indifferently.

Without any action, his eyes alone were filled with a sense of aggression, seemingly reflecting in everyone’s mind simultaneously.

In less than half a second of eye contact, all martial artists in Suluo felt a tremor in their hearts and shifted their gaze.

For a moment, no matter how cold or hostile the crowd outside the restaurant was, they subconsciously stepped back, parting like a receding tide to make way.

With a calm expression, Chen Feng merely continued walking.

Zhou Wuren followed with a smile, Lin Hao, and others looked surprised and followed one after another.

Tap tap!

At this moment, someone in the crowd unwillingly bit their lip and stepped forward.

"Flame Tiger Master, you may look down on us, but Suluo will surely win in today’s martial arts exchange!"

He shouted, seemingly wanting to prove his courage.

However, without even glancing at him,

Chen Feng continued walking toward the pre-agreed exchange location in the back area of the mountainside.

Seeing him being ignored in such a manner, the person earlier bit his lip with resentment, his face reddening.

He wanted to speak again but soon saw reporters from Duowa TV Station appear, blocking the path with microphones.

"Flame Tiger Master, it’s rumored that you are undefeated in Chi Country."

"Do you still have confidence for today’s martial arts exchange?"

A woman in her thirties, wrapped in a down jacket, her face red from the cold, questioned as she thrust the microphone forward.

Chen Feng paused as he saw the camera behind her.

"Is this how Suluo treats its guests?"

Calmly questioning, he looked at her.

"Is this lack of confidence on your part? Or are you worried about losing today?"

The woman didn’t answer, instead shifting the topic to continue her questioning.

Taking one look at her, Chen Feng shook his head and resumed walking.

"Did everyone see? The Flame Tiger Master is scared."

"He dared not answer the question because he has no confidence in defeating our Suluo’s Double Stars."

The reporter embellished her words to the camera as drones captured the scene, causing someone in the military tent in the snowy mountains to snort coldly.

"What a Suluo, didn’t expect them to play such tricks after showing them some leniency!"

"It must be the Platinum Federation negotiating conditions with them again, typical fence-sitters... "

"Afraid of what, I say just let a few Red Generals act and topples that so-called Mountain Ancestor, see if they behave then!"

"We could do that, but we still need to consider some impacts..."

A senior officer spoke up in frustration, and Meng Anran, in the next tent, seemed to have overheard.

"Seems to be quite a fuss."

"No help for it; this time the martial arts exchange will affect the opening of a secret realm node."

"The Duowa Sect people are very cunning, knowing their technology can’t compete, so they chose a martial contest instead."

Old Gu sighed but soon saw his boss shake his head.