Chapter 94: Rivals Meet, Speed First

  "I didn't expect us to meet so soon."

  Zeng Zui Mo "brushed" open his fan, waving it in front of his chest while shaking his head, fully embodying the four characters "self-proclaimed romantic".

  Yes.

  Ning Feng waved his hand, this is only the second round, where are we going? It's a bit early to meet one of the three big favorites.

  Zeng Zui Mo suddenly closed his fan with a loud "pa" sound, pointed at Ning from afar and said: "Ning brother, I've been expecting this battle for a long time. I just didn't think it would come so soon, that we could compete to see who's higher."

  "I thought it would be in the future, who knows when."

  "Huh?" Ning Feng realized, it seemed like both sides were referring to completely different things.

  Zeng Zui Mo seemed to have come to discuss something, completely disregarding the fact that things had already started to get a bit noisy downstairs. Lowering his voice, he said: "Ning brother, I've thought this for a long time."

  Ning Feng scratched his head and asked strangely, "Why?"

  "Because of yesterday!"

  His face flushed with excitement, he opened his fan and fanned himself non-stop.

  Ning Feng suddenly rolled her eyes and a thought flashed through her mind: "Was it you who called Xi Wei?"

  Before he could put this idea into words, Zeng Zui was already firing off a string of pearls, and Ning Feng couldn't even get a chance to interject.

  "In what way am I inferior to you? In terms of family background, talent, or appearance, which one of these do you excel over me? Why did Xi Wei only get close to you?"

  "I disagree with that." Ning Feng muttered under his breath, let out a yawn, stretched out his hands and was too lazy to say more to Zeng Zui Mo.

  "What makes you say that?"

  Zeng Zui Mo waved his fan so hard that his hair flew up, took a step forward and still spoke in a low voice, shouting.

  "It seems like I have no choice but to answer."

  Ning Feng let out a sigh and asked: "Zeng brother, why do you think Xi Wei treats me differently from you? I remember she was quite close to you."

  The tone of this remark was perfunctory. Not to mention Zeng Zui Mo, even Ning Feng himself felt a bit embarrassed.

  "Hmm!"

  Zeng Zui Mo Leng hummed, his face showing seven emotions, with both indignation and melancholy. He said: "Ning brother, why must you be so insincere, deceiving each other with empty words?"

  "In the past, Wei had a habit of being overly polite and courteous to those close to her. It was a facade that everyone was familiar with. I knew all along that the more polite she was, the closer she seemed, but in reality, it represented how little she actually cared about others, symbolizing detachment."

  Ning Feng inwardly admired Zeng Zui's insight, while secretly adding a sentence: "It seems I still have to thank her for being picky about me, wait, something feels off."

  "I'm so jealous of you!"

  Zeng Zui Mo spoke for half a day, finally saying the words out loud. He took another step forward, and a faint light emerged from his back, as if something was about to burst forth, eager to emerge.

  "You not only made Xi Wei look at you with different eyes, but also became the only successor of Taiyang Faben!"

  "I'd like to see what's so special about you? I'm going to prove it in front of everyone today..."

  "Halt!"

  Ning Feng felt his head was aching. What's going on? One hand stood up and hastily called for a stop.

  Surprisingly, Zeng Zuimo actually stopped.

  Ning Feng sighed and said: "Zeng brother, you've said so much. Are you thirsty?"

  Zeng Zui Mo's eyes widened, his hair stood on end, and his mouth opened as if he was about to speak.

  It can be imagined that if it were to come out, it would absolutely not be anything good.

  "Also..."

  Ning Feng added another sentence in a timely manner. "Zeng brother, you won't really think that we are on the high platform, with strong winds and low voices like mosquitoes, and the elders really can't hear us, right?"

  "Hmm..."

  Zeng Zui's eyes widened in shock, his eyeballs almost popping out. His brain was racing to recall what he had just said.

  Ning Feng said this problem, he did not think of it at all.

  Zeng Zui Mo subconsciously lowered his head to gaze down, high on the platform, near the clouds, looking at the people below like ants, where can you see their expressions? But he felt that what he saw were all gloomy faces.

  He swallowed his saliva, wanting to bang his head against the wall and scold Ning Feng for not reminding him earlier, making a fool of himself and ruining his image in front of his elders. Is the specialty of the Taoyang God Palace still worth mentioning?

  Alas, my face is not thick enough, and I really can't say this out loud.

  Ning Feng smiled slightly, feeling that the unpleasantness brought by Zeng Zui's repeated mention of "Xi Wei" had finally been vented.

  "I'm really petty after all."

  Ning Feng looked at Zeng Zui's face, which was changing colors like a soy sauce shop, and laughed: "Brother Zeng, why think so much?"

  "You and I are fellow disciples, let's have a good fight."

  "One day, when facing outsiders, there will be plenty of opportunities to take revenge and prove who is stronger."

  When these words were spoken, Ning Feng raised his hands high above his head and then lowered them to his dantian. Behind him, the divine light of the sun burst forth like a sunrise.

  "Haha, Brother Ning is right."

  Zeng Zui was taken aback, threw the fan in his hand behind him, and flew off the high platform, falling to who-knows-where. With a bright smile, he said: "It's my fault, little brother. Let's settle this for today, and tomorrow we'll take revenge and talk about heroes again."

  After a round of conversation between the two, they couldn't see what was below. However, those who were closer could clearly see the master of the Divine Palace's Nine Veins Mountain, especially Tian Xing Zi from Tian Xing Peak. The gloomy expression on his face slightly faded, and he nodded slightly as if feeling relieved.

  "Brush!"

  He was drunk with ink, his two arms stretched out like a sheet of paper, the whole person as if in the water, suddenly rose several inches high, only with toes touching the ground, behind him a pair of wings unfolded, fluttering and flapping.

  "Luò Tiān Yuè Yì!" -> "Falling Heavenly Wings!"

  Ning Feng imagined the Sun God Temple, and his body was operating the Sun's law to the extreme. The veins on his hands were aching, as if he couldn't bear to release the accumulated power. His heart was calm and steady, but his eyes shone brightly, fixed on those wings.

  "Like a tiger with added wings, like a sun crossing the sky!"

  "With these two precious artifacts, combined with the sixth orthodox method of the Sun Wind, the fastest person in this generation is none other than Zui Mo."

  "I just don't know how far it will go?"

  As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he immediately knew.

  "Hmm"

  The once-drunken ink of Luo Tian's wings spread to the extreme, from top to bottom, fiercely slapping down, waves of air rolling out, his entire body suddenly becoming blurry.

  "Really?"

  Ning Feng's eyes widened, his right hand slightly raised, but he couldn't muster the energy to release the concentrated sunlight.

  Even though they were only dozens of feet apart.

  "Not to mention dozens of feet, even ten feet, I'm not confident."

  The wind was calm and the surface of the water was still, but Luo Tian's wings were flapping restlessly as if he was still far away. And then there was Zeng Zui Mo, whose figure was eerily vague.

  He dares to knock down Wushan with a "broken hundred feet" move at a distance of 120 zhang, but he can't hit the target within tens of zhang or even ten zhang.

  Ning Feng's pupils kept shrinking, and the figure of Zeng Zui in his eyes was still blurry, but he could vaguely grasp a little clue.

  "He was constantly moving, darting back and forth in the small space with a speed that left behind afterimages, giving people a sense of blurred figure."

  "It's too fast. Can't grasp the exact position, under current circumstances my only means of attack, Solar Flare, isn't a ranged technique, recklessly making a move is just relying on luck."

  Ning Feng didn't want to force his luck, so he hesitated.

  At this time, Zeng Zui Mo moved. Luo Tian's wings had been flapping for a while and reached an extremely high frequency, like flies flying by, and actually produced a humming sound.

  Look at it from the front, observe it from the back, in a flash, they are arrayed on both sides.

  The wind stood still, and the figure of Zeng Youyi's drunken ink shadow appeared and disappeared. Suddenly in front of him, suddenly behind him, countless residual shadows swirled around him, as if there were countless bird-like people with wings inserted, humming incessantly.

  One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

  The entire ten breaths passed. Ning Feng and Zeng Zui Mo still maintained a motionless and a desperately moving posture, but this time in front of the Temple of God, there was not a single sound of noise.

  Whether it was a direct descendant of the Temple of God or an affiliated fake apprentice, or even a newcomer to the outer sect, everyone could feel the tense atmosphere that permeated the entire high platform.

  "One blow, and it's very likely to be a knockout."

  Bao Xi closed his eyes, with a look of ecstasy, his hands roaming over the golden astrolabe as if he was caressing the thighs of a seductive woman.

  Chen Xiwei heard this and gave him a fierce glare.

  Bao Xi's blow was clearly not Ning Feng's, but Zeng Zui Mo's.

  Even with her eyes closed, Bao Xi still felt a sense of unease, and as soon as she sensed someone's gaze, she immediately opened her eyes. The next moment, she was staring at the tip of her nose, her nose twitching slightly, but she refused to say a word.

  Seeing him obedient, Chen Xiang finally withdrew his gaze.

  The problem is she only has one pair of eyes and can't stare at everyone. The gossiping voices came from all directions:

  "This match should have been won by Zeng Wuying, it was worth me placing heavy bets on him, he is indeed one of the three heroes."

  "Right, right, right! Taiyang Feng, Luo Tianyi, Zeng Zuimò stood on the ground of invincibility, Ning Feng could only wait passively for him to make a move. When Zeng Zuimò made his move, it was his decisive moment, Ning Feng was in danger."

  "Zhudong jinshi, ningfeng xiangyao ying, chufei neng rang cengzuimo manxia lai, zenme keneng?"

  Translation: "The initiative is lost, Ning Feng wants to win, unless he can slow down Zeng Zui Mo, how is it possible?"

  “……”

  The more Chen Shiwei listened, the more he frowned, just as the commentators said, how could it be possible?

  "If it were me, I'd probably use a wide-range attack on Qixi's anniversary to constantly push him back, but Ning Feng..."

  Chen Ximiao looked back worriedly.

  On the high platform, Ning Feng's silk remained still for half a day. Watching as Zeng Zui approached once again, that lightning-fast strike was getting closer and closer. Sighing softly, he finally moved.

  Concentrating the divine light of the sun into his body, his glowing hands and arms drooped down and stuck to his legs.

  "Does he know resistance is futile? Has he given up?"

  The idea had just risen in everyone's mind when Ning Feng's arm rose again with a "brush".

  "Huh?"

  Those with good eyesight let out a cry of surprise.

  They clearly saw Ning Feng's arm fall at the same time, and a small flag with a length of about an arm slipped from his sleeve into his palm.

  When they looked again, Ning Feng's arms were raised high, grasping the flagpole with both hands, and shook it vigorously.

  Suddenly, the banner of Mars flapped in the wind and rose, its streamers rustling loudly, like a giant flag descending from the sky.

  "Flickering flames, scattered and bewildered."

  "Planet Mars, come!"

  The previous chapter was wrong, that was Chapter 93, this is actually Chapter 94...