“Very well, then it’s a deal.” Feng Bujue said confidently with a smile, and made a “please” gesture, “Please, make your move.”

“What did you say?” Huowei was stunned again when he heard this, “You actually want me to attack first?”

As a Holy Prime Limit Stage Three expert, Huowei could naturally be very sure… that this "Liao Head Feng" in front of him did not have any internal energy, true energy, or holy energy at all; under such circumstances, asking him to attack first was simply courting death.

“What a joke! With your physical body that’s not even as good as a Mortal Vessel Stage One, don’t even mention taking one of my moves, if I were to use just one-tenth of my power to push you, you’d die on the spot.” Huowei retorted with a cold snort.

“Not necessarily…” Feng Bujue replied fearlessly, “Didn’t I block Ren Bufan’s sword strike?”

Hearing this, Huowei’s expression immediately changed. He had been inside the city gate just now, and although he had heard the conversation outside, he had not witnessed the scene with his own eyes (the barrier was two-way, and one could not see clearly from the inside). He had only assumed, based on what he “heard,” that Feng Bujue had avoided Ren Bufan’s attack and then used some kind of underhanded trick to succeed.

But at this moment, after Jue-ge said this, Huowei realized… that this Liao Head Feng had actually blocked Ren Bufan’s attack.

“Oh? Is that so?” Huowei responded after a moment of thought, “Good! I want to see how you use that mortal body of yours to withstand my Holy Prime power.”

As he spoke, he had already returned the sword in his hand to its scabbard, switching to unarmed combat.

“Eh?” Feng Bujue asked suspiciously when he saw this, “Why did Senior put away his sword?”

“Hmph…” General Huo sneered and replied, “You have no internal energy, no weapons in your hands, and you even asked me to attack first… It would be rather unsightly if I used a weapon again.”

His implication was: I, Huowei, am at least a well-known expert with a long-standing reputation, and I have always been upright, so I disdain taking advantage of someone like you.

“Alright… Whatever, let’s begin.” Feng Bujue appeared calm on the surface, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief…

For those few seconds just now, he was really worried that General Huo would want to abandon close combat and switch to ranged attacks… If that were the case, he would have messed up. Fortunately, the other party only put away his weapon…

“Watch out! Kid, here’s the first move!” Huowei was indeed an upright person, even unarmed, he still felt that he was in an overly dominant position in this gamble, which seemed unfair; therefore… at the moment of his attack, he deliberately shouted to remind Jue-ge to pay attention.

“Was that necessary?” In the blink of an eye, Feng Bujue’s voice had already appeared behind and to the side of Huowei…

In that instant, only one thought flashed through Huowei’s mind: “I underestimated him!”

However, an expert is an expert after all. Huowei and Ren Bufan are not on the same level. For those who have entered the Holy Prime Limit Stage, things like “playing dumb to fool the tiger and launching a surprise attack” are mostly ineffective.

But seeing… in a flash of lightning, Huowei retracted his momentum, twisted his body, and turned his fist into an elbow, using a very simple half-rotational backward step to change the direction of his attack.

“Ho… pretty good…” Feng Bujue thought, “If I were to have a fair duel with an NPC of this level under equal information, my chances of winning might only be seventy percent…”

Of course, the above thought was just a whim of Jue-ge’s. The reality is very cruel…

“I’m sorry, Senior, you no longer have the opportunity to strike a second blow.” Feng Bujue slightly moved his body, barely avoiding the elbow striking towards his chest; at the same time, his left foot hooked forward with a [Bear Child’s Low Sweep Kick].

In the face of Zero Hour Differential Calculus and the Shameless Divine Skill, Huowei’s combat experience seemed very weak…

“Ah—ya—” Huowei inexplicably let out such a cry, and his whole body fell horizontally towards the ground.

Logically speaking, an expert of his level, even if tripped, should be able to adjust his posture within one or two seconds before falling. He should have dozens of ways to prevent himself from falling, but at this moment… he couldn’t use any of them. It was as if an invisible, irresistible force was forcing him to fall. Before hitting the ground, he couldn’t do anything he wanted to do.

This is the horror of the [Bear Child’s Low Sweep Kick] – “100% trips any monster that can theoretically fall, and provokes the opponent to attack you.”

Huowei will never understand that at the moment the skill is successfully activated, it is not Feng Bujue who wants him to fall, but the system that wants him to fall… therefore, he has to fall.

“Senior, I concede.” When Huowei got up from the ground, Jue-ge’s victory declaration had already been spoken; that “Phoenix Tail Feather” was also already in Jue-ge’s hand.

Surprise, anger, shame, indignation… in an instant, many emotions overwhelmed him like strong liquor.

At this moment, Huowei seemed to have lost the ability to think, and only Feng Bujue’s figure remained in his eyes.

“Ah—” He roared, drew his sword, and leaped into the air with a step. Then, he mobilized all his holy energy… wanting to put it all into one strike!

“General Huo! No!” The woman in white immediately became anxious and quickly advised in a loud voice.

The reason she showed such panic was naturally not because she was afraid that something would happen to Feng Bujue, but because she was worried that General Huo, whose injuries had not yet healed, would be injured even more. In addition… she was also afraid that she and the two guards would be affected by the attack (after a round of confrontation, Feng Bujue and Huowei’s positions had been switched, and at this moment, Jue-ge was facing away from the city gate).

“Hmm… this intensity… I’m afraid the Lan Jiao (Storm Leg) can’t withstand it…” Jue-ge, on the other hand, calmly observed his opponent from a data perspective, and thought to himself, “Using [Yi Da]… I don’t have any suitable ammunition on hand…”

In a flash of thought, Jue-ge thought of many things and had already come up with a countermeasure.

“Ma Sun!” In the next second, Feng Bujue also shouted sternly.

Before the shout could fade away, a phantom of a purple-gold giant general suddenly condensed behind him.

“Transformation of Primordial Spirit!” When the woman in white saw the giant shadow of Ma Sun, she was immediately shocked and blurted out such a sentence almost involuntarily.

Lute, who was standing not far away and watching coldly, understood… that this NPC must have mistaken Jue-ge’s summoning skill for an extremely high-level cultivation method in the Holy Prime world.

“Meteor Fire Cloud Chasing Sword!” On the other side, after several seconds of brewing, Huowei’s move had been charged. Accompanied by a loud roar, his powerful killing move pressed down from mid-air.

“Golden Chinese Slaying Dance!” With Feng Bujue’s chuunibyou level, how could he not respond when someone called out the name of their move? Therefore, he also called out the name of his move with a full of momentum, manipulating Ma Sun to raise his guandao and slash over.

In an instant, all that could be seen was…

Meteor fire and golden rays rose with the wind, and holy prime spiritual power soared through the clouds.

The Meteor Fire Cloud Chasing Sword unleashed hundreds of crimson sword energies, while the Golden Chinese Slaying Dance raised thousands of layers of golden saber lights.

Golden and red colors bloomed all over the sky, and the surging energy went straight into the clouds.

When the dust settled, Huowei fell from mid-air, standing leaning on his sword, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth…

And Feng Bujue still remained calm, leisurely dismissing the summoned creature Ma Sun.

“Liao Head Feng.” At this time, Huowei had regained his senses (the skill effect of the Low Sweep Kick was almost over), and said with a solemn expression, “Forgive my poor eyesight… I was very rude just now…”

“Senior is too polite.” Feng Bujue waved his hand and said, “You were injured, and you showed mercy everywhere. I am very grateful.” He was also very shrewd, knowing that he had to give the other party a way to step down.

“Hmm…” Huowei seemed to want to say something, but stopped, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he looked up at the woman in white at the city gate and said, “Bai girl, let Liao Head Feng into the city.”

“But… he hasn’t passed the ‘Wisdom’ test…” The woman in white swallowed the second half of her sentence, because Huowei winked at her and shook his head.

“Hoo…” Two seconds later, the woman in white breathed a sigh of relief, straightened the expression on her face, and then looked at Jue-ge and said, “Liao Head Feng…” She looked at Lute again, “And this…”

“My surname is Lu.” Lute replied.

“Miss Lu.” The woman in white continued, “It seems that the two of you have met the conditions for entering the city…” She raised one hand and pointed inside the city, “Please.”

“Hehe… thank you.” Feng Bujue smiled at her and strode through the city gate.

Lute followed Jue-ge silently, walking quickly inside.

After the two of them entered the barrier and walked away, Huowei suddenly knelt on one knee and spat out a mouthful of blood…

“General!” The two guards were shocked when they saw this and rushed forward.

“General Huo!” The woman in white also ran over with the two guards.

“Pfft—I’m fine.” Huowei spat out the blood in his mouth, stabilized his breathing, and quickly stood up on his own, “Don’t make a fuss.” He put his sword back into its scabbard once again, “I just accidentally aggravated my internal injuries when I activated the move… Just let me adjust my breathing for a while.”

“General, that Feng Bujue just now…” The woman in white couldn’t wait to ask, “… just who is he? Why have I never heard of him? Nor have I heard of the Broken Sword Teahouse sect…”

“Heh… If I knew his background, I wouldn’t have suffered this silent loss.” Huowei smiled self-deprecatingly.

The woman in white muttered, “Could it be… that there really is a cultivation method other than Holy Prime in this world?”

“Who knows…” Huowei replied with a complex expression, “I originally didn’t believe his heresy either, but… you all saw it… ‘Transformation of Primordial Spirit,’ something that only experts above Holy Prime Limit Stage Seven can do… he, a person without even internal energy, can also do it…” Speaking of this, Huowei raised his eyes and glanced at the back palace city, “In any case, we must report this matter to the city lord as soon as possible…”