My Mother-in-Law Gifted Me a Building

“Vice Valley Master of Spirit Sword Valley, are you sure you want to fight me to the death? Death is final, you know. You should think this through,” Chu Feng said with a smile, his face radiating confidence.

“Nonsense! Didn’t you hear me? Are you chickening out? Scared? If you’re scared, then get on your knees, kowtow to my Spirit Sword Valley, and admit your mistake. If you do, I might consider sparing you,” the Vice Valley Master of Spirit Sword Valley said icily.

Her eyes were incomparably vicious, brimming with killing intent.

“Sigh… why must you people insist on seeking death? I can’t bring myself to harm a woman. How about we change this to a wagered duel instead? We can bet Martial Cultivation Spirit Stones. That way, even if you lose, it’s just some stones. No lives on the line. Isn’t that better?” Chu Feng said.

“Chu Feng, don’t think you’re invincible just because you’ve won a few times! Changfeng Sect Leader, get up here!” the Vice Valley Master of Spirit Sword Valley shouted.

“Vice Valley Master, I just want to know… are you serious about what you promised?” At that moment, a man walked out. He was on the leaner side, built like a beanpole.

The man was wearing a Western-style suit, which looked utterly bizarre.

He was truly one of a kind for dressing like that.

Everyone else wore long robes or the distinctive attire of their respective sects and families, but this man was in a suit, which everyone found incredibly strange.

“Of course. As long as you kill this brat, I’ll naturally deliver on my promise,” said the Vice Valley Master of Spirit Sword Valley.

“Good. Then you’d better remember that, Vice Valley Master,” said Changfeng Sect Leader, Chang Wuqing.

“Hey, skinny, are you sure you want to fight on behalf of Spirit Sword Valley? This is a battle to the death. Losing means dying. You’re gambling with your life here. Are you positive?” Chu Feng asked.

“Why the hell are you spouting so much damn nonsense? Get your ass on the stage and watch how I’m going to cut you down!” Chang Wuqing said arrogantly.

The man was completely full of himself and didn’t take Chu Feng seriously in the slightest, his arrogance on full display.

On the other battle platform, the fighting had also grown more intense. More people from Wudang had arrived, led by an old man who appeared incredibly powerful and was observing the matches.

“Alright, then. Since you’re looking to die, don’t blame me for what happens next.” Chu Feng stopped wasting words and stepped onto the platform, sword in hand.

In a single step, he appeared atop the battle platform.

“Heh, brat. Your biggest mistake was offending the Spirit Sword Sect. Now, die!” A longsword materialized in Chang Wuqing’s hand as he thrust it straight at Chu Feng.

The longsword howled, and Sword Qi sliced through the air.

“Sigh… why insist on dying?” Chu Feng sighed in resignation.

He raised his Heaven-Slaying Sword, without even drawing it from its sheath.

With a single, effortless sweep, he deflected the blow and simultaneously took a step forward.

BOOM!

The aura within him erupted in an instant, and an invisible shockwave blasted outwards as if from a massive explosion.

Chu Feng quickly closed the distance on the skinny man and threw a vicious punch.

Chu Feng had nothing to say about this skinny man. The guy’s strength was pathetic, and worse, he had no self-awareness.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Chu Feng unleashed a barrage of punches, each one landing like a clap of thunder!

“Damn, has he really mastered the Chu Family’s Fist Skill to such a degree?” From a distance, Chu Tianshan was stunned by the sight.

“Old Ancestor, why isn’t Chu Feng using his sword? His opponent has a blade and he’s using his fists. Isn’t he at a huge disadvantage?” Su Miaoke asked nervously.

“My dear girl, rest assured. You don’t need to worry about Chu Feng. He’s incredibly strong. Why would he need a sword for this beanpole?”

“That beanpole is just asking to die. He has no idea who he’s provoked, yet he dares to be so arrogant. Throwing his life away for Spirit Sword Valley… what a bargain,” Chu Tianshan said, shaking his head with a cold sneer.

He knew full well just how powerful Chu Feng was. Although Chu Feng only appeared to be at the Mid-stage Martial Arts Peak Realm…

…in reality, Chu Feng didn’t even fear those at the Martial Arts Limit. If one came at him, he could kill them all the same!

“Still, that’s too reckless,” Su Miaoke said, still not satisfied.

She felt Chu Feng was being overconfident. He should have played it safe and just secured a straightforward victory.

“Die!” Chu Feng roared and charged forward. He threw a punch so fast the man was caught completely off guard, with no way to block.

At this moment, the beanpole seemed to realize his mistake. He never should have fought Chu Feng.

But by now, it was too late.

“What? Scared now? It’s too late for that.” Chu Feng sneered and pressed his attack, showing no mercy.

BOOM!

With a tremendous crash, his punch shattered the battle platform itself.

At the same time, his fist shattered the beanpole’s shoulder, sending blood flying.

The beanpole was completely suppressed. He had taken a heavy beating and absorbed numerous punches.

“Kneel and surrender now. Give me one hundred Martial Cultivation Spirit Stones, and I’ll let you live,” Chu Feng said to the beanpole.

“In your dreams!” the beanpole shot back coldly.