All I could see were a pair of boxing gloves.

The boxing gloves are predominantly earthy yellow, giving them a heavy feel, yet swirling gusts of wind circulate around them, exuding a sharp aura.

The coexistence of two completely different feelings, weight and sharpness, is quite bizarre.

"Lu Bu has activated his magical weapon!"

"It seems he's about to unleash his true power!"

"Who can argue with that!"

The audience erupted in shouts again.

After Lü Bu activated his magical artifact, his aura surged once again.

At this moment, Lu Bu Feng probably has the strength to fight against a martial artist in the early stage of the True Essence Realm.

However, in Ye Feng's eyes, Lü Bu Feng was still pitifully weak.

This is to be expected, after all, Ye Feng's realm far surpasses that of Lü Bufeng, and there is simply no comparison between them!

The next moment, Lü Bufeng pounced on Ye Feng, swinging his fists toward Ye Feng's face.

"Storm Dance! This is Storm Dance!"

"Lu Bu has unleashed his strongest attack!"

"What amazing martial arts skills!"

The audience members below the stage were almost unable to contain themselves, their excitement overflowing.

However, Jiang Lingxuan and Sun Muqing only found it funny.

They knew that no matter what martial arts skills Lu Bufeng used, he would never be a match for Ye Feng.

From the moment the martial arts referee on the arena announced that Ye Feng and Lü Bufeng would fight, Lü Bufeng had already lost!

As expected, Ye Feng pointed out with lightning speed, breaking through Lu Bufeng's layers of defenses and striking Lu Bufeng's shoulder.

Bang!

A cloud of blood mist exploded on the spot, and Lu Bu's arm went limp and he staggered.

After retreating more than ten steps, Lü Bu finally stopped.

"You lost."

"Night Breeze said calmly."

"I haven't, I can still..."

Lu Bu roared in frustration.

Night Wind shook his head and said, "You have no chance of winning. If you continue fighting, your injuries will only get worse. I advise you to stop here."

Lu Bufeng looked at his injured shoulder, his resentment deepening.

Night Breeze reminded him, "I haven't even used my own magical artifact yet, you'd better think it over carefully."

This was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Lu Bufeng finally sighed, lowered his head, and said, "I lost."

Upon seeing Lü Bu admit defeat, the martial arts referee immediately shouted, "The winner of this match is the martial artist with draw number one!"

The scene was completely silent.

All the audience members below the stage stared at Ye Feng in shock, none of them able to immediately recover from their shock.

Ye Feng walked calmly off the stage, as if defeating Lü Bufeng was nothing to be proud of.

"Alright, my duel is over."

Approaching Jiang Lingxuan and Sun Muqing, Ye Feng said with a smile.

Then Ye Feng sat down calmly, without a trace of joy of victory on his face.

Seeing the calm night breeze, Li Fengyue, Zhao Qingyun, and the others were all extremely shocked.

After a long while, Li Fengyue finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion, "I never expected Mr. Ye to be so strong. It's truly astonishing."

“Yes, Mr. Ye, your skills far exceed my expectations,” Zhao Qingyun added.

Qiu Miaozhen didn't say much, but she looked Ye Feng up and down with her bright eyes.

Sun Chaozhen then asked, "Mr. Ye, what realm are you at now?"

"Ninth level of the Separation and Union Realm, just a little short of the True Essence Realm." Ye Feng revealed a slight smile.

“I never expected that even though we were both at the ninth level of the Separation and Union Realm, Lu Bufeng was defeated by you without even forcing you to use your full strength,” Sun Chaozhen said again.

Lu Bu used all his skills, including magical artifacts, but Ye Feng did not use any magical artifacts.

What else could this be but not using all their strength?

Therefore, Li Fengyue and Zhao Qingyun both agreed with Sun Chaozhen's words.

"Mr. Ye, where exactly did you come from?" Qiu Miaozhen suddenly asked.

"Does my background matter?" Night Wind asked with a smile.

“Of course it’s important, I’m very curious!” Qiu Miaozhen said with a smile.

Ye Feng said nonchalantly, "Actually, Ling Xuan, Mu Qing, and I are from the mainland. We come from near Qingmu Mountain of the Shenmu Sect. There is a city there called Qingling City, and we are people from Qingling City."

"If that's the case, why don't you join the Divine Wood Sect, and instead travel all this way to find the Spirit Water Sect?" Qiu Miaozhen asked again.

"That's because I offended an inner disciple of the Divine Wood Sect, and that inner disciple has a good relationship with an elder, so I can't join the Divine Wood Sect. I don't think much of other sects, so I came here to try my luck and see if I can join the Spirit Water Sect," Ye Feng explained with a smile.

"I see." Qiu Miaozhen's face showed a look of understanding.

Today's martial arts competition lasted until the afternoon before finally ending.

After the first round of competition, more than 300 martial artists were eliminated, leaving only more than 150.

The second round is tomorrow, so after the martial arts competition ends, Ye Feng will leave with Jiang Lingxuan and Sun Muqing.

Li Fengyue and Qiu Miaozhen caught up with them, as did Zhao Qingyun and Sun Chaozhen.

"Mr. Ye, where are you planning to go now?" Li Fengyue asked.

"Of course we should go back to the inn to rest," Ye Feng said.

"Why don't we go have a meal together, and then you can go back after we finish eating?" Li Fengyue suggested.

"Are you treating?" Jiang Lingxuan asked with a smile.

"It's just treating people, what's wrong with that?" Li Fengyue said arrogantly.

“Since you’re treating, we’ll gladly accept,” Jiang Lingxuan said immediately.

Ye Feng glared at Jiang Lingxuan before finally nodding.

Originally, Ye Feng did not want to get too close to Li Fengyue and Zhao Qingyun. After all, their identities were fake, and getting too close to sect disciples like Li Fengyue and Zhao Qingyun, especially the sect leader's disciple, might expose their true identities.

But now that Jiang Lingxuan has already agreed, Ye Feng can't go back on his word.

Moreover, Sun Muqing seemed to want to have a nice meal, so Ye Feng could only nod in agreement.

Half an hour later, at the Phoenix Restaurant in Linghuang City.

Ye Feng, Jiang Lingxuan, Sun Muqing, and Li Fengyue stepped into the lobby of the restaurant. Immediately, an old man with a goatee came to greet them.

"Young Master Li, you've finally arrived! It's been several months since you last dined at our Fenglai Restaurant. I was worried that I might have neglected you or upset you!" the old man said with a beaming smile.

"Manager Wang, you're too kind. I'm just very busy with sect affairs, so I rarely go out. Alright, enough with the pleasantries, arrange a private room for us," Li Fengyue said with a smile.

Manager Wang glanced curiously at Ye Feng, Jiang Lingxuan, and Sun Muqing, then nodded and said, "No problem, no problem. Please follow me. Our restaurant's most upscale private room, Yanyun, is currently available."