Chapter 151: Come on over if you dare!-I’m Really Not Your Typical Hero Across the Worlds(Fond of eating the peel of oranges.)

Wang Tong's large courtyard, referred to as the Wang Family Courtyard. If the family name happened to be Qiao, wouldn't it be even more delightful?

Right now, inside the Wang Family Courtyard, the veins on Ba Fenghhan's forehead were throbbing uncontrollably. He swore that he had never encountered such a brazenly shameless person; his wretchedness had literally reached the heavens!

However, Zheng Jian continued to troll. Pausing for a moment to ponder, he spoke up again, "Ba Fenghhan, you know, don't take it to heart. After all, I'm just like the dung beetle yawning—just a stinking big mouth!"

Did you all think I only knew how to talk about little cow calves? How naive!

"Pfft..."

Wang Tong and Wang Shichong spat out their tea simultaneously once more...

Grievance points from Ba Fenghhan +999.

Ba Fenghhan could no longer bear Zheng Jian's venomous mouth and roared, "Shut up! Draw your sword!"

He no longer planned to challenge Ouyang Xiyi—or rather, he no longer planned to challenge Ouyang Xiyi first. He had to kill Zheng Jian first, absolutely!

Ba Fenghhan stepped forward three paces, leaving a distance of merely two zhang between them.

The guests surrounding Zheng Jian retreated like a receding tide, clearing the space. Anyone with discerning eyes could see that Ba Fenghhan was not to be trifled with. After all, even Ouyang Xiyi, the "Hermit of Huangshan" who had been famous for forty years, treated Ba Fenghhan with such caution.

Shan Wangjing grew extremely nervous and whispered, "Brother Zheng, why don't we just run away?"

Zheng Jian tilted his head and glanced at Shan Wangjing. "Be a good girl and step back! You have to have faith in me!"

"Oh." Shan Wangjing thought about it, and in her impression, Zheng Jian had never suffered a loss, so she obediently stepped back.

Ba Fenghhan's gaze turned sharp. Ba Fenghhan was Ba Fenghhan after all; once he entered battle mode, his immense fury instantly vanished into thin air, and he regained absolute calmness. His hands gripped the hilt of his sword and the handle of his sabre at his waist respectively—no one could tell whether he intended to use his sabre, his sword, or a combined attack of both.

Zheng Jian still stood there in a relaxed and slovenly posture, looking just like someone completely devoid of martial arts. Suddenly, his expression turned grave, solemn, and dignified.

The corner of Ba Fenghhan's eye twitched, and his gathered momentum grew even more formidable.

"In the martial arts world, there are two supreme arts: the One-Finger Chan and the Lion's Roar! And I have integrated and fused them into a single move! Watch closely!" As Zheng Jian spoke, he circled his hands in front of his chest, then extended his right index finger.

"This..." Ouyang Xiyi's eyes showed a look of astonishment.

Ba Fenghhan's accumulated momentum had reached its peak!

Fu Junyu, the beauty in white, couldn't even bear to blink her eyes. She had heard her master mention the Central Plains martial arts world; though she had never heard of the One-Finger Chan and the Lion's Roar, she simply assumed it was due to her own limited knowledge.

Zheng Jian opened his mouth and let out a huge roar, "You... come over here!" At the same time, he crooked his index finger...

A gust of wind blew past, and the atmosphere was desolate.

Fu Junyu widened her eyes. "It's... it's over?"

Zheng Jian nodded with a smile.

Wang Shichong went black before the eyes and almost laughed himself into a faint...

Wang Tong, being a great Confucian scholar of his time, possessed excellent self-restraint, but right now the muscles on his aged face were twitching uncontrollably...

Ba Fenghhan's accumulated momentum had reached its zenith, only to be toyed with by Zheng Jian to the point that he nearly vomited a mouthful of blood...

Grievance points from Ba Fenghhan +1999.

He could no longer endure it. He realized that the young man before him was simply a devil!

Ba Fenghhan's long sabre flashed out of its scabbard, instantly slashing out a fierce and peerless blade qi. The target was precisely Zheng Jian, who was still maintaining the "you come over here" posture.

"Holy crap!" Zheng Jian let out a strange cry. The moment he leaped into the air, the Tear-Stained Sword behind him leaped from its scabbard, also slashing out a razor-sharp sword qi.

The blade qi and sword qi were formless yet possessed substance. Before their sabre and sword actually met, their internal energies had already intertwined, exploding in ripples across the empty space before them before the sound of clashing metal finally echoed.

The very instant the sabre and sword met, Ba Fenghhan's expression changed drastically. He felt an irresistibly tyrannical force surge from the sword, and then transmit through his own sabre directly into his body!

Ba Fenghhan's body involuntarily retreated backwards. He exerted force through his feet, attempting to halt himself, forcefully scraping two deep grooves into the bluestone pavement of the courtyard. It wasn't until he retreated seven steps that Ba Fenghhan finally stopped his backward momentum by planting his sabre into the ground.

Zheng Jian stood in place without moving, a smile on his face. "Are you still coming over?"

Hearing these words, Ba Fenghhan could finally no longer suppress the counter-flowing blood in his throat, and a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Grievance points from Ba Fenghhan +999.

Every guest present was deeply moved, and the three grand masters—Ouyang Xiyi, Wang Tong, and Wang Shichong—showed expressions of incredulous shock.

They could see that Ba Fenghhan's strength was extremely formidable, comparable to their own. Yet who would have thought that this sharp-tongued youth could casually push back such a powerful Ba Fenghhan with a single strike!

Ba Fenghhan retreated seven steps while Zheng Jian didn't move an inch—wasn't the difference in their skill immediately apparent?

Wang Tong and Wang Shichong exchanged a glance, instantly grasping each other's thoughts.

Originally, they had still been worried that Ba Fenghhan might eventually become another "Martial Venerable" Bi Xuan, but looking at it now, the Central Plains martial arts world was not entirely incapable of keeping him in check!

Wang Tong carefully looked at Zheng Jian and suddenly laughed heartily, "So it's him!"

Hearing this, Ouyang Xiyi turned his tall and mighty body, asking in puzzlement, "You know him?"

Wang Tong smiled and said, "I hadn't recognized him at first, but now that he has shown his hand, this old man can guess! Famous from the shores of the East China Sea, slaying Han Gaitian, leader of the Haisha Gang, with a sword, and later fighting Du Fuwei on the Huai River and defeating him in a single battle. Among the current generation in the world, apart from him, who else could possess such formidable strength?"

Wang Shichong also understood and clapped his hands in loud laughter, "Precisely, precisely! Aside from the 'Heaven-Reverting Swordsman', who else could possess such heroic grace? Wouldn't you agree, Young Friend Zheng?"

Instantly, everyone present understood, looking at Zheng Jian with shock in their eyes.

Being able to defeat Du Fuwei, the "Sleeve Concealing Universe," spoke volumes in itself.

"This kid is terrifyingly strong!" Many people had the exact same thought pop up in their minds simultaneously.

At this moment, Ba Fenghhan stared at Zheng Jian with an expression full of grievance and hatred. For a moment, advancing was impossible, and retreating was out of the question, leaving him in an awkward dilemma.

If he had simply been defeated at Zheng Jian's hands, Ba Fenghhan wouldn't find it unacceptable—after all, he wasn't an undefeated god of war. The crux of the matter was that Ba Fenghhan had been utterly nauseated by Zheng Jian's mouth...

What on earth was this?

With such profound martial arts, why the hell were you acting like a lunatic playing the fool among a crowd?

Ba Fenghhan firmly believed in his heart that Zheng Jian was deliberately humiliating him!

The more he thought about it, the more furious his gaze towards Zheng Jian became. If looks could kill, Ba Fenghhan would have already hacked Zheng Jian into a thousand pieces...

The atmosphere was awkward, subtle, and rigid.

Everyone present had different thoughts running through their minds, yet they all maintained a tacit silence.

Right at this moment, the sound of a flute suddenly drifted over. This flute tune was utterly marvelous, sounding as though it were picked up at random, yet it was melodious and cadenced, with twists and turns impossible to describe.

As the flute music suddenly grew soaring, then suddenly melancholy, rising to infinite heights and turning to endless depths, it caused everyone in the courtyard to listen in enchanted fascination...