Chapter 1722: Chapter 1722: Li Feng’s Strategy

"You wouldn’t dare to come up, would you?"

Sikong Yu turned around and looked at Li Feng, her lips slightly taunting. Clearly, such taunting is something no man could bear.

Li Feng chuckled, lifted his foot and leaped directly onto the Martial Arts Arena.

Sikong Yu squinted at Li Feng as he approached, "Not bad, having the courage to come up. I thought you might forfeit."

Li Feng raised his eyes to look at the confident Sikong Yu opposite him, "No need for such low-grade provocations, right?"

"Moreover, have I ever been afraid of you?"

Sikong Yu oh-ed, squinting and smiling at Li Feng, "You’ve never been afraid of me?"

"I thought seeing me would make you tremble, like a mouse spotting a cat, filled with dread?"

Li Feng smirked. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Miss Sikong, you might be overthinking it. Li Feng isn’t afraid of anyone, especially not women."

"Oh, seems like you are belittling women in your words."

Sikong Yu smiled coldly, her gaze clearly turning chillier, though Li Feng remained unfazed.

"Ha, no disrespect meant, it’s just that your overbearing manner annoys me."

Upon hearing this, Sikong Yu chuckled charmingly, "You’re annoyed?"

After a while, Sikong Yu’s expression turned cold as she raised her fist, "Then I’ll make sure you’re plenty satisfied later."

"Let’s begin then."

"Hold on."

Li Feng suddenly spoke up.

Sikong Yu raised an eyebrow, coldly laughing as she looked at Li Feng, "Aren’t you unafraid? What, forgetting your own words so quickly?"

Li Feng shrugged and said, "I’m just confirming the rules."

"Since it’s an assessment, on this Martial Arts Arena, are we limited to using physical martial arts only?"

Sikong Yu smiled faintly, "Of course, if you’re worried that I’d overpower you, it’s unnecessary. On this arena, I will not use Golden Core Power, only martial arts to fight you."

"Any more questions?"

"No problem at all."

Li Feng nodded and replied.

"Let’s start then."

Sikong Yu raised her eyes to look at Li Feng, beckoning with her finger, "Don’t say I’m bullying you, I’ll let you attack for half a joss-stick’s time without retaliating."

Below the arena.

Yan Zhao sighed, "If I were Li Feng, I’d absolutely forfeit rather than lose face. She can crush Nine Layers Mountain with her fists alone, the number one below Elders."

"This senior sister didn’t earn her position through beauty."

"Li Feng’s in for bad luck; the more senior sister is like this, the heavier her hand will be later. Li Feng won’t be beaten to death by senior sister, will he? Speaking of which, what has Li Feng done to make senior sister so angry?"

"Earlier, the Mechanical Path activated all mechanisms directly. Honestly, I almost thought Li Feng would die on the Mechanical Path."

"Hmph, dying on the Mechanical Path would merely be unseemly, but falling into senior sister’s hands is beyond just being unsightly."

"As for how Li Feng provoked senior sister, only he knows."

"Alright, everyone quiet down, don’t speak so loudly lest senior sister hears us. Li Feng’s unlucky."

The others nodded in agreement.

On the Martial Arts Arena.

Li Feng internalized a breath and walked directly towards Sikong Yu until he reached one meter before her.

Sikong Yu, seeing Li Feng strolling leisurely, frowned while he took another step forward, narrowing the distance by half a meter.

Another step.

The two were suddenly only an inch apart, almost face-to-face, with hardly any space between them. A little closer and they’d be touching.

"Li Feng, what’s the meaning of this."

Sikong Yu looked at Li Feng with hands crossed behind him, not attacking, but coming close, momentarily at a loss.

"You just said you’d let me attack without retaliation for half a joss-stick, so I’m checking if it’s true or false."

Li Feng leaned in to Sikong Yu’s ear, blowing softly as he spoke.

Sikong Yu, her ear blown upon, felt both shy and annoyed, retreating two steps with a toe tap and looking at Li Feng with rage.

"Li Feng, are you seeking death."

"But you said you’d not retaliate first, wouldn’t you be breaking your word?"

Li Feng squinted, with his hands behind his back, approaching Sikong Yu again.

Sikong Yu gritted her teeth, watching Li Feng stick to her like glue, trapped by Li Feng.

Li Feng didn’t attack her; if she made the first move, she’d break her word. But if she didn’t move, this guy would keep coming close.

Sikong Yu had never seen such shameless tactics.

"Li Feng, don’t you feel you’re being a rascal? Can you fight like a man? Such shameless tactics only make me despise you, nothing more."

Sikong Yu growled through gritted teeth.

Li Feng calmly approached again, "What, is Miss Sikong afraid?"

"Afraid your mom."

Sikong Yu cursed directly, watching Li Feng act rascally, she couldn’t bear it anymore, threw a fist at Li Feng’s annoying face.

At that moment.

Li Feng’s eyes flashed cunningly; she’s too naive, falling for the trap so easily. What’s the use of being strong if she can’t handle such provocation?

Li Feng had prepared early, gripping Sikong Yu’s wrist, and without using Golden Core Power, relying only on physical martial arts, Li Feng wouldn’t fear her.

The cultivation civilization of Ancestor Dragon City excels at the way of cultivation, but physical martial arts aren’t necessarily superior to outside, and Li Feng, as king of mercenaries, his close-combat skills are at Grandmaster Level.

Furthermore, Li Feng is skilled at reading minds, finding the opponent’s weaknesses.

Sikong Yu, at the Golden Core Middle Stage Perfection, has absolute strength to crush Li Feng, Li Feng admits. After all, his cultivation time is short, not as normal as Sikong Yu.

Sikong Yu clearly thinks the same.

Everyone present thinks so.

Sikong Yu is very strong, otherwise she wouldn’t be the senior sister of Nine Layers Mountain, so her mindset is one of authority, she looks down on Li Feng deep down.

Even knowing Li Feng’s record in Underground Palace City, she can’t shake this superiority.

Li Feng pressured Sikong Yu with seemingly shameless tactics, and she simply sees it as confirmation; Li Feng lacks her strength, hence his rascally ways.

In such a mindset, Sikong Yu’s instinctive punch falls into Li Feng’s calculations.

In the next moment.

Li Feng clutches Sikong Yu’s wrist, swiftly using redirective joint locking, immobilizing Sikong Yu’s shoulder with superior force, pinning Sikong Yu to the ground.

Sikong Yu knows about Li Feng’s Nine Tripods Power, but doesn’t mind, as strength alone doesn’t equate to power.

Martial arts exist precisely to beat strength with weakness; mere strength alone is negligible to Sikong Yu. But in close combat, particularly when reversed, sheer strength absolutely controls the opponent’s body.

Li Feng’s joint lock pins Sikong Yu to the ground, this abrupt incident stunned everyone below the stage.

"What’s going on?" Yan Zhao rubbed his eyes, amazed.

Being pressed on the ground, back jabbed by Li Feng’s knee, arm locked, forcing her body flat to lessen joint pain, Sikong Yu’s mind was blank.

Was she really taken down?

What kind of joke is this?

Sikong Yu struggled to move, trying to escape Li Feng’s clutches, but it was destined to be in vain, for Li Feng had precisely countered, easily dissolving Sikong Yu’s resistance.

"Miss Sikong, it seems you’ve lost."