As Chu Feng provocatively spoke, the Spirit Masters who were originally preparing to return to their rooms were all eager to watch the show.
After all, the person he was provoking was not some nobody, but the renowned prophet Fang Xiu.
Everyone wanted to see if Fang Xiu was as miraculous as the legends said.
Some people who were jealous of his fame even wanted to see Fang Xiu make a fool of himself in public.
"Chu Feng! I've said it before, infighting is prohibited during training! Go back!" Wen Yang shouted angrily.
Chu Feng casually picked at his ear.
"I heard you, I heard you. I just came over to say hello, you know? I can't possibly scare the famous prophet Fang Xiu with a simple greeting, can I?"
Chu Feng's gaze toward Fang Xiu was full of provocation.
But Fang Xiu remained unmoved. He had seen too many trashy people who claimed to be immortal, and he never took such people seriously.
"Now that you've finished your greetings, hurry back!" Wen Yang shouted.
Chu Feng chuckled and said, "What's the rush? I haven't finished greeting him yet. I need to let the famous prophet know who's standing in front of him."
"Fang Xiu, listen up. My name is Chu Feng, nicknamed 'The Undying.' Remember that name well."
Fang Xiu glanced at him calmly and said indifferently, "You think you're worthy of being remembered by me?"
"Yo yo!" Chu Feng exclaimed, "As expected of someone who has solved an S-level bizarre incident, you have quite the nerve to talk big. You really don't take me, the Undead Chu Feng, seriously at all."
Yang Ming and the others beside Fang Xiu covered their eyes with a hint of pity, their faces showing regret.
"Tsk tsk, this is too much to ask for trouble. Does anyone have earplugs? Can I borrow one?" Yang Ming asked in a low voice.
Xiao Chuxia was a little confused: "What do you need earplugs for? Brother Xiu has been provoked and someone has come to our door. Are you just going to stand here and watch?"
"Big Blackie, you're still young, you don't understand, just cover your ears."
After saying that, Yang Ming was the first to cover his ears.
Everyone else did the same.
"In three seconds, you will regret your provocation for the rest of your life." Fang Xiu calmly pulled out a scalpel.
A troubled look flashed across Wen Yang's face: "Mr. Fang, headquarters has regulations that prohibit..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a burst of wild laughter.
"Hahaha... What's this? A fruit knife? No way, no way, someone actually uses it..."
Whoosh!
With a flash of silver light, the scalpel stabbed straight at Chu Feng.
A hint of contempt flashed in Chu Feng's eyes; he didn't even intend to dodge.
As an immortal being, he couldn't be killed by such a small knife, let alone a forty-meter-long cleaver.
So he let the scalpel pierce his body.
Pfft!
That was the sound of a scalpel cutting into flesh.
Chu Feng's lips curled into a disdainful smile, and he was about to mock him when, in the next second, the power of pain erupted.
"ah!!!!!!!!!"
A bloodcurdling scream, so loud it could pierce eardrums, echoed throughout the entire hotel.
Xiao Chuxia, who hadn't covered her ears, was so shocked by the noise that her eardrums hurt. She quickly covered her ears and finally understood why Yang Ming had been looking for earplugs earlier.
The same was true for everyone on the eighth floor; they almost fainted from that shout.
However, the screams soon stopped abruptly.
Chu Feng fainted from the pain.
But Fang Xiu wouldn't let him off so easily. Instead, he slightly turned the scalpel, and an even stronger wave of pain erupted.
"ah!!!!!"
Chu Feng woke up instantly with a scream. The intense pain made his eyes roll back, foam at the mouth, and his body convulse.
"Damn it! What's on your knife?! Why does it hurt so much?!"
Seeing Chu Feng's miserable state, a hint of surprise finally appeared in Fang Xiu's calm eyes.
He discovered that Chu Feng truly lived up to his reputation as an immortal. An ordinary person would have died long ago after suffering such pain, but Chu Feng was not dead and could even speak.
That's interesting.
He couldn't help but turn the scalpel again, further intensifying the pain.
This time, Chu Feng's face contorted in pain, veins bulging as if his blood vessels were about to burst. He screamed in agony, and blood began to seep from the pores of his body—the rupture of capillaries caused by the intense pain.
This was the first time Chu Feng had suffered such terrifying pain. Because of his immortality, he was often injured, so his pain tolerance was far beyond that of ordinary people.
It's no exaggeration to say that even if childbirth were incredibly painful, he would endure it, play a ranked match without flinching or skipping a beat, and it wouldn't affect his gameplay at all.
But now, he is in so much pain that he can't even move a single finger.
He tried to pull the scalpel out, but his body felt as if it no longer belonged to him; he had completely collapsed from the pain.
Gradually, he became afraid and terrified.
For the first time ever, he, an immortal being, had the thought of dying. For the first time, he hated himself so much for not being able to die.
Although only a few seconds had passed, it felt like centuries to Chu Feng.
"Stop...stop it..."
Chu Feng's voice was distorted by pain, and a pleading look appeared in his once arrogant eyes.
When Fang Xiu yielded, a flash of anger appeared in his eyes, as if he had just gotten a new toy, but it was broken after only a few uses.
"I still prefer your previous arrogant self."
"Please...please, pull it out...ah! Pull it out now! I can't take it anymore!" Chu Feng convulsed, his stutter becoming increasingly indistinct.
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