Chapter 52 He May Have Hit an Impenetrable Wall

However, for Gu Feng, the greatest terror was still yet to come.

In the midst of everyone’s shock and even nauseated gazes, Dong Tailong, oblivious as ever, pressed his lips against Gu Feng. It was partly Gu Feng’s own fault; his frail body, only slightly taller than Gu Yan, made him easy to mistake, especially for someone as overweight and squinty-eyed as Dong Tailong.

“Is he about to kiss him?”

“Ugh!”

Those with sharper eyes saw that inside Dong Tailong’s grotesquely opened mouth, a piece of green vegetable was stuck between his teeth, prompting immediate retching from the crowd.

Gu Feng was horrified, nearly bursting with frustration, and unleashed a powerful force.

Dong Tailong felt as though he were embracing a mountain, and finally snapped out of his daze, looking carefully at Gu Feng. Realizing he was kissing a man, Dong Tailong felt a wave of revulsion—how could he have kissed a man?

Gu Feng’s overwhelming strength sent Dong Tailong reeling, and with the momentum, he delivered a fierce kick to Dong Tailong’s abdomen, sending him flying and making him vomit violently in midair.

Dong Tailong stared fiercely at Gu Feng, the one daring enough to strike him. He had bullied others all his life, never suffering a blow himself. Now, in front of so many people, he had been beaten. If he didn’t regain his dignity, how could he ever show his face again?

Kneeling on the ground, surrounded by his henchmen, Dong Tailong finally regained his composure and shouted at Gu Feng, “Cripple him for me! I’ll stew his third leg for soup!”

“Damn.”

“That’s pretty twisted.”

“Maybe it’s actually some kind of powerful tonic?”

A dozen warriors, ranging from level eight to ten, charged at Gu Feng. Only two spirit users remained by his side.

Gu Feng shouted angrily, “Stop!”

Remarkably, the dozen men actually halted.

Dong Tailong, witnessing this, was livid, roaring, “What are you standing around for? I pay you! You’re not here to take orders from someone else!”

“Kill—!”

The group, furious, rushed at Gu Feng.

Gu Feng frowned, “I told you to stop. You didn’t listen. I don’t beat people—I only kill them.”

In an instant, Gu Feng released his murderous aura.

It was well-known that Gu Feng had killed many; his aura was heavy and oppressive.

Sensing this, the group halted again.

Anyone with such a deadly aura was a demon incarnate!

Dong Tailong, infuriated to the point of coughing blood, shouted at the two spirit users behind him, “Go! Cripple him!”

The two spirit users exchanged a confident glance and strode lightly toward Gu Feng.

Dong Tailong watched his elite spirit users make their move, taking a deep breath. Let’s see how you handle this—there’s no way I’ll spare you even if you beg.

Gu Feng watched the two level-one spirit users approach, and nonchalantly folded his arms, as if watching a play.

Seeing this, the two spirit users were infuriated—how dare he look down on them?

“Get on your knees!”

One of the spirit users, his spiritual energy surging, accelerated toward Gu Feng.

Among the bystanders, a few recognized Gu Feng. Though shocked that he was still alive, seeing the spirit user charge at him, they remarked coldly, “Looking for death.”

Sure enough, as the spirit user neared Gu Feng, reaching out to grab his neck, Gu Feng calmly threw a punch.

Bang!

The spirit user’s expression changed dramatically as he was sent flying by Gu Feng’s fist.

Gu Feng looked at the effect of his punch, quite satisfied.

He was confident that, with sheer strength alone, even a level-two spirit user was no match for him.

The other spirit user, seeing his companion sent flying with a single punch, stopped in his tracks and gazed at Gu Feng in shock. There had been no fluctuation of spiritual energy—just pure, casual strength—and he had sent a real spirit user flying?

Gu Feng was as thin as a stick; many wondered where all that power could possibly be stored.

Dong Tailong stared wide-eyed at Gu Feng, swallowing hard, and roared, “What are you waiting for? Go all out and cripple him!” He wanted to see just how strong Gu Feng really was.

The remaining spirit user drew his weapon, unleashed his most powerful skill, and attacked Gu Feng.

“Triple Blade Slash.” As the name implied, three slashes combined into one, multiplying the power. It was his strongest attack; if even this couldn’t harm Gu Feng, what else was there to try?

Gu Feng, short sword in hand, swung casually. The sword energy flashed like a rainbow, suppressed but fierce, striking hard against the Triple Blade Slash.

Crack!

Gu Feng was momentarily stunned—the refined iron short sword that had accompanied him through countless killings had shattered.

Even so, the broken sword had managed to block the spirit user’s strongest attack.

Gu Feng glanced at the spirit user’s long sword, his eyes lighting up. To have shattered his refined iron blade, this weapon must be something special.

Just as he was about to use the system to examine the opponent’s weapon, the system scoffed, “Trash.”

Gu Feng retorted, “Even trash is better than the refined iron short sword you gave me! It was shattered by someone else’s weapon.”

The system, outraged, shouted, “That’s a beginner’s weapon! Beginner’s weapon, you understand? Free stuff, and you still expect quality? Dream on!”

Hearing this, Gu Feng opened the weapon shop. Sure enough, the refined iron short sword cost only ninety-nine silver coins. Scanning further, he saw countless weapons in various forms, all with level restrictions.

Of course, these restrictions didn’t mean the host couldn’t use them, just that without reaching the required level, the weapon’s true power couldn’t be fully unleashed. Like giving a divine artifact to an ordinary person—without divine power, the most they could do was chop wood a little more efficiently.

Gu Feng set his sights on a level-twelve short sword, priced at six thousand six hundred sixty-six gold coins. It was a spiritual weapon—the lowest grade of excellent quality, but still a spiritual weapon.

Without hesitation, Gu Feng bought it.

The spirit user saw that Gu Feng’s weapon had shattered, and although his own attack had been blocked, Gu Feng now had no weapon—surely his strength was greatly diminished. He swung his sword at Gu Feng.

Gu Feng, freshly equipped with his new weapon, summoned it instantly and struck.

Crack!

The spirit user’s refined steel longsword was easily severed.

The spirit user stared at Gu Feng’s short sword, noting the faint azure aura flowing along its blade. Although subtle, it made his body tremble, and he murmured in shock, “A spiritual weapon—he actually has a spiritual weapon.”

Spiritual weapons greatly amplify attack power. A level-one spirit user wielding one could contend with level-two spirit users in terms of attack.

Seeing Gu Feng’s spiritual weapon, countless spirit users’ eyes lit up with desire.

For warriors, spiritual weapons were merely a bit sharper; only spirit users, when imbuing them with spiritual energy, could unleash their true might.

“Kid, hand over the spiritual weapon.”

Gu Xueyuan, clad in luxurious attire, had been sitting by the window of the Bright Moon Autumn Splendor, sipping wine and watching the spectacle. Upon seeing Gu Feng produce a spiritual weapon, he could no longer sit still.

To Gu Xueyuan, spiritual weapons should only belong to the powerful, and he was exactly such a person.

At this moment, Gu Dongliu strode over from afar, looking at Gu Xueyuan with disdain, “Gu Xueyuan, besides bullying the weak, what else are you good for?”

Gu Xueyuan was about to retort in anger.

Gu Feng interjected, “But this time, he may have bitten off more than he can chew.”