"I never expected Mr. Ye to be so wicked. Qian Bingfeng and Liu Feiming were terribly deceived by him," Li Fengyue said with a shrug.

"Yes, it was a complete mess," Zhao Qingyun echoed.

Liu Feiming on the arena finally came to his senses. He roared like a madman, "This is impossible! I used my strongest martial arts to attack your weakness, why did it have no effect at all! This doesn't make sense!"

"Because the flaw you see in me is the one I want you to see," Ye Feng said meaningfully.

"You lied to me! You lied to me!" Liu Feiming was furious and on the verge of losing his temper.

"You came to test my strength, and you won't even let me use an illusion to deceive you? Are all the disciples of the Medicine King Sect as domineering as you?"

"Alright, enough with the nonsense, prepare to die, Liu Feiming."

As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, he rushed towards Liu Feiming like a gust of wind, arriving in front of Liu Feiming in the blink of an eye.

Liu Feiming was no match for Ye Feng to begin with, and now that he has no spiritual weapon, how could he possibly withstand Ye Feng's attack?

"Admit defeat quickly, Junior Brother Liu!" Qian Bingfeng roared.

Only then did Liu Feiming finally realize what was happening, and he hurriedly opened his mouth and shouted, "I admit it—"

However, Liu Feiming had only uttered two words when Ye Feng grabbed him by the neck.

Liu Feiming was like a carp that had been thrown ashore by a fisherman; his mouth kept opening and closing, but he couldn't make a sound!

"What did you say? Speak louder, I can't hear you," Night Wind laughed.

Liu Feiming flailed his fists and kicked his feet, but he couldn't break free no matter what he did.

From the audience, Qian Bingfeng glared at Ye Feng and roared, "Ye Feng, I'm warning you, don't..."

Qian Bingfeng had only spoken half of his sentence when Ye Feng suddenly tightened his grip.

A click sounded.

Liu Feiming's neck was snapped by the night wind, and his eyes immediately became lifeless.

When Ye Feng released his grip, Liu Feiming lay motionless on the arena like a lump of mud.

"What are you warning me not to do?" Ye Feng finally looked at Qian Bingfeng and said calmly.

Qian Bingfeng was trembling with anger, his face turning ashen.

All the audience members were stunned.

They truly did not expect that Ye Feng would disregard Qian Bingfeng's advice and kill Liu Feiming, a disciple of the Medicine King Sect, in front of so many people!

Although people die every year in the martial arts competition, the first to die in this year's competition was a disciple of the Medicine King Sect. Isn't that a slap in the face for the Medicine King Sect?

How could the Medicine King Sect possibly swallow this insult!

"That Night Wind is incredibly bold!"

"Yes, how dare he kill a disciple of the Medicine King Sect?"

"Isn't he afraid of retaliation from the Medicine King Sect?"

The audience members all started discussing it, and they all had expressions of bewilderment on their faces.

The martial arts referee on the arena strode over, frowning, and said, "He was already about to admit defeat, why did you still kill him?"

“Admitting defeat and actually admitting defeat are two different things. As long as he hasn’t admitted defeat, I can attack him at will, can’t I?” Ye Feng calmly retorted.

"What are you doing... what are you doing..."

The martial arts alliance referee said angrily, but he couldn't finish his sentence.

Because he simply couldn't find a legitimate reason to reprimand Ye Feng.

Ye Feng didn't even glance at him, and turned to leave the stage.

The martial arts referee was furious, but Ye Feng's victory was an undeniable fact, so he could only suppress his displeasure and shout, "In this match, the martial artist with the number one draw wins!"

The scene was quiet, and not a single audience member applauded.

It wasn't that they didn't want to applaud the night wind, but rather that they were so frightened by it that they forgot to clap for a moment.

Ye Feng didn't care about such minor details at all and went straight back to sit down in front of Sun Muqing and Jiang Lingxuan.

"Mr. Ye is so impressive!" Li Fengyue said with a smile.

If it were anyone else, they would probably be extremely proud and even smug by now.

However, Ye Feng felt no sense of accomplishment, nor did he show any smugness on his face.

After all, defeating Liu Feiming was far too easy for Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was holding back his strength when fighting Liu Feiming, which is why they fought for so long.

If Ye Feng were to use his true strength, he could kill Liu Feiming with just his little finger!

Since that's the case, Ye Feng's heart naturally remained unmoved.

"It's just defeating an ordinary disciple of the Medicine King Sect, nothing to make a fuss about," Ye Feng said calmly.

Li Fengyue said, "Liu Feiming is not an ordinary disciple in the Medicine King Sect, but an inner disciple with strength close to that of a direct disciple. Most importantly, while killing Liu Feiming is nothing, slapping the Medicine King Sect in the face in front of so many people is no ordinary matter."

"Mr. Ye, aren't you worried about the Medicine King Sect retaliating against you?" Zhao Qingyun asked.

"The Medicine King Sect was already planning to take revenge on me, and I already have a blood feud with them. So what if the hatred gets a little deeper?" Ye Feng said nonchalantly.

“That’s true.” Li Fengyue nodded.

The second round of the martial arts competition today is still ongoing.

But there's really no need to watch the later matches.

Ye Feng, Jiang Lingxuan, and Sun Muqing have already been on stage, so they won't be on stage again today. Li Fengyue, Zhao Qingyun, and others have also been on stage.

Since that was the case, Ye Feng, Jiang Lingxuan, and Sun Muqing did not stay there any longer.

Back at the inn, Ye Feng noticed that there seemed to be more people secretly watching him.

It seems that Ye Feng's killing of Liu Feiming in front of so many people at the martial arts competition has deepened the hatred of the Medicine King Sect towards him, and naturally, more Medicine King Sect members have come to keep an eye on him.

But this doesn't affect anything.

Night Wind completely ignored the people secretly watching him, and casually set up a barrier to isolate the inside from the outside, so that the people watching from the outside could not see into the room.

As night fell, Sun Muqing and Jiang Lingxuan once again engaged in dual cultivation with Ye Feng.

The two women's service made Ye Feng feel as if he were in paradise.

However, Ye Feng did not become obsessed with it. No matter how intense the physical sensations were, Ye Feng's mind remained clear.

On the contrary, Jiang Lingxuan and Sun Muqing sometimes lose control of themselves, and Ye Feng has to help them regulate their true energy to prevent them from becoming too engrossed in controlling their true energy and going into qi deviation.

At the same time, the Medicine King Sect.

Inside the secret room, Wu Yueheng coldly looked at Qian Bingfeng kneeling in front of him, his expression extremely displeased.

"We've already faced off against that Night Wind in the competition, but we didn't kill him. Instead, he killed us instead. Do you know how much face our Medicine King Sect has lost because of this!" Wu Yueheng said angrily.