Bringing The Farm To Live In Another World Chapter 2279: Don’t Mess With Him

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As the pair continued their drinking session, a sudden shout erupted from outside, “Whoever had the guts to harm my brother, show yourself! If not, I won’t hold back.”

The tone carried an overwhelming dominance. Delivered through spiritual qi, it rattled the whole restaurant. Clearly, this individual was accustomed to such bullying tactics. Yet, his power was nothing to dismiss lightly.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Feng’s face paled slightly. “That’s Long Batian. I never thought he’d arrive this quickly. Brother, let’s head out and face him.”

Zhao Hai gave a light smile and replied, “Brother, stay out of it when the moment arrives. I’m curious to test just how powerful this Long Batian truly is.”

Zhou Feng offered a wry grin and said, “Brother, the moment we step out side by side, even if I keep my distance, Long Batian will drag me into it anyway. My cultivation level may fall short of his, but I’m not intimidated.”

Chatting as they went, the two exited the restaurant. Standing there was a towering figure around two meters in height. Surprisingly, his frame lacked any bulging muscles, appearing quite ordinary.

This man featured a broad square face with eyebrows that nearly touched. His gaze burned with intensity, and his chin tilted upward just a bit. He exuded the aura of someone who despised those beneath him.

The instant Zhao Hai laid eyes on him, the term ‘arrogant’ sprang to mind. This arrogance seemed ingrained in his very being from the start. It created an intense unease for anyone confronting him.

This was none other than Long Batian. He glared at the restaurant with a chilling look. Since it belonged to the sect’s business, he refrained from wrecking it. Thus, he resorted to yelling from outside.

Right then, Zhou Feng and Zhao Hai emerged from the restaurant. Spotting Zhou Feng, Long Batian’s face hardened. Fury ignited within him as he let out a cold huff and declared, “I wondered which fool would shield the outsider who attacked this Long Batian’s younger brother. Turns out it’s you, the useless fatso.”

Zhou Feng let out a mocking laugh and shot back, “Long Batian, your brains must be slow. You’ll figure out soon enough how Zhao Ling got into the Forbidden Path Sect. And as for your brother, why should I give a damn? Next time, do some investigating before rushing over.”

A spark of rage flickered in Long Batian’s eyes. He snorted coldly, ignoring Zhou Feng completely. Shifting his attention to Zhao Hai, he scanned him up and down before demanding in an icy tone, “You’re the one who hurt my brother?”

Zhao Hai simply regarded Long Batian with a faint smile. Long Batian aimed to intimidate him, but that wouldn’t work. After a pause, Zhao Hai finally spoke, “Yes, I did injure a few individuals. Though I’m not sure which one was your brother.”

“Lies!” Long Batian exploded in anger at Zhao Hai’s words. “He already told you his identity, and you still shattered his arms. You’re just refusing to admit it!”

Zhao Hai’s face shifted to one of sudden understanding as he commented, “Oh, he mentioned his name was Long Fei, and that his brother is Long Batian. Is that you? For future revenge trips, announce your name upfront. That way, folks will actually recognize you.”

Long Batian nearly fumed to the point of exploding. Zhou Feng had already yelled his name earlier, yet Zhao Hai pretended ignorance. It was a blatant taunt. This pushed Long Batian’s rage to the brink, almost sending him into a fit.

Staring at Zhao Hai, Long Batian growled, “A newbie like you thinks wordplay will save you? I’ll school you today. Don’t get cocky when facing true overwhelming power!” With that, his form blurred, closing in on Zhao Hai as he threw a punch.

Zhao Hai chuckled and countered with his own fist. Boom! A thunderous noise echoed as one silhouette shot backward. Upon hitting the ground, that figure stumbled several steps before steadying itself.

Onlookers caught sight of the retreating shadow and gaped in disbelief. The one sent flying in such a sorry state turned out to be Long Batian.

This revelation left the crowd dumbfounded. They whipped their heads toward Zhao Hai, wondering who had repelled the strike. Shockingly, Zhao Hai remained rooted in place, fists still balled and a grin aimed at Long Batian. It was Zhao Hai who had driven Long Batian back. For a moment, everyone’s minds went blank.

Gazing at Long Batian, Zhao Hai remarked, “Is this your idea of absolute strength? Come on, Long Batian, unleash your full Teleportation Stage might. Otherwise, you’ll only humiliate yourself. I’ve taken down a Teleportation Stage expert in the past.”

Long Batian stared at Zhao Hai in astonishment before asking, “You’ve reached the Teleportation Stage?”

Zhao Hai burst into laughter and replied, “Long Batian, are you sightless? Don’t you see I’m an Earth Monarch? I just mentioned slaying a Teleportation Stage expert—killing above my level. If you’re serious about revenge, bring everything you’ve got.”

At Zhao Hai’s words, Long Batian’s expression darkened. He snorted coldly and said, “You demand my full power? Fine, let’s see if you can handle it. I’ll show you the vast divide between Teleportation Stage and Earth Monarch Stage.”

Long Batian dashed forward, his body lifting into the air before hurtling at Zhao Hai. His assaults relied solely on punches. They appeared straightforward, drawing back the fist and then unleashing force. This was the Forbidden Path Sect’s signature move, the Arhat Fist.

A top technique from a Demonic Sect turned out to be a Buddhist one. It sounded absurd, but that was the Forbidden Path Sect’s choice. Every disciple had to master this fist art. Furthermore, despite its simplicity, the Arhat Fist meshed perfectly with the sect’s cultivation practices.

Witnessing Long Batian deploy the Arhat Fist on Zhao Hai, the audience couldn’t look away. Long Batian was finally taking Zhao Hai as a real threat.

Observing Long Batian’s moves, Zhao Hai sneered, “Very well, Heavenly Demon Claw!” He shifted, his claws weaving a defensive barrier around himself.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Explosive impacts rang out as the battle raged on. Long Batian soared through the sky while Zhao Hai held his ground below. Even with the high ground, Long Batian made no headway against Zhao Hai. Though Zhao Hai skipped the Arhat Fist, his claw skills were elite too. Had Zhao Hai been able to take flight, Long Batian would’ve been defeated.

“Halt!” A command boomed as someone materialized before the restaurant. The crowd stared in awe at the arrival. It was an Inner Sect Elder from the Forbidden Path Sect, holding authority far superior to Long Batian.

With the Elder’s appearance, Long Batian swiftly retreated through the air and touched down. Still, his gaze bored into Zhao Hai, laced with a trace of surprise.

He could tell Zhao Hai hadn’t attained the Teleportation Stage yet. Even so, he couldn’t overpower Zhao Hai. Despite the flight handicap, Zhao Hai might even wound him.

As Long Batian ceased, Zhao Hai did the same. The Elder glanced at Long Batian, then at Zhao Hai, and asked, “You’re Zhao Ling?”

Zhao Hai clasped his hands in respect and answered, “Yes, I am Zhao Ling. What guidance does the Elder offer?”

The Elder stated, “I’ve come to tell you that you’ll join the Heart Refining Road in three days. During this period, avoid stirring up trouble.”

Zhao Hai bowed briefly and assured, “The Elder need not worry.”

Next, the Elder faced Long Batian and the gathered crowd, declaring, “For the next three days, no one may harass Zhao Ling. Violators will face sect penalties.” His words carried to all nearby. Yet, it was clear they targeted Long Batian chiefly, given his beef with Zhao Hai.

A flicker of fury crossed Long Batian’s features. Ultimately, though, he held his tongue. He understood the Elder spoke for the Sect. Defying him would cost his spot among the inner sect’s top ten disciples and invite punishment.

Having delivered his message, the Elder departed. Zhou Feng eyed Long Batian’s sour look and chuckled, “Brother, let’s head back inside for more drinks. Who’d dare touch you now? Hahaha.”

Zhao Hai laughed too and reentered the restaurant alongside Zhou Feng. Long Batian watched their retreating figures with a ashen expression. He snorted coldly, then rocketed into the sky, disappearing in moments.

Zhao Hai glanced toward Long Batian’s flight path and smirked. His flashy display aimed to dispel any doubts about his background. He understood perfectly: the bolder he acted, the fewer suspicions would arise. No sect would dispatch a prodigy to infiltrate another as a spy—it risked destroying that talent’s prospects.

The True Spirit Realm brimmed with promising cultivators, yet top-tier geniuses remained scarce. Each prodigy represented a future sect cornerstone. Such individuals received careful nurturing, not risky espionage assignments.

By revealing his genius-level prowess, Zhao Hai ensured that, logically, he’d be the last suspected as a spy. Aware of this dynamic, he deliberately showcased his abilities to the Forbidden Path Sect, easing any lingering distrust.

In the days that followed, Zhao Hai skipped idle cultivation. He recognized no special preparations were required for the trial ahead.

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