The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2232: 2221: No Chance to Fight Back

As Zhao Feiyu wrapped up his words.

Zhao Shenghong, Zhao Jinpeng, and Zhao Wenyu, previously wearing amiable looks, placed their wine cups down, their eyebrows knitting together unwittingly. Lately, the ordinary faction kept bringing up the matter repeatedly, pushing for a union between Zhao Feiyu and Bai Xiaorou. With Zhao Feiyu’s aptitude, he barely met the mark to pair with Bai Xiaorou, yet back then, Zhao Wenyu had merely mentioned he’d think it over.

Now, after encountering Ye Chenfeng, why would Zhao Wenyu even ponder it? Zhao Feiyu paled in comparison to Ye Chenfeng, making it clear the ordinary faction aimed to create chaos. Bai Xiaorou, leaning close to Ye Chenfeng, saw her soft features freeze into chilliness. Her gaze, sharp like frozen peaks, fixed on Zhao Feiyu.

Few might doubt Ye Chenfeng’s fighting ability, but Zhao Shenghong had seen it up close, while Zhao Jinpeng and Zhao Wenyu knew of Ye Chenfeng’s formidable battle prowess from Zhao Shenghong’s accounts.

Previously, at the Peak of the sixth level of the Divinity Transformation Realm, Ye Chenfeng could already slay mighty Spirit God Realm foes. Today, both he and Zhao Feiyu stood in the Heavenly God Realm; more importantly, just one major realm separated them. One at Peak second level, the other at Peak third level—this small gap meant little to Ye Chenfeng, barring foes with exceptional might or prodigious talent. Evidently, Zhao Feiyu fell short of such genius.

In a grave voice, Zhao Shenghong declared, “Feiyu, what rubbish are you spouting? Chenfeng’s visiting us for the first time; we can discuss sparring later!”

Zhao Shenghong dismissed him with a wave, viewing Zhao Feiyu as a standout talent among the Nine Nether Ice Lions. He aimed to shield Zhao Feiyu’s morale, foreseeing the fight’s result and thus showing some leniency.

Yet this gesture from Zhao Shenghong only stoked Zhao Feiyu’s fury further, interpreting it as full favoritism toward Ye Chenfeng. Right then, an elder from the ordinary faction’s voice echoed in his head once more.

Soon after, Zhao Feiyu composed himself, offering a polite bow to Zhao Shenghong, but his eyes stayed locked on Ye Chenfeng as he spoke, “Friend, to claim our Lion King Lineage’s princess as your bride, you need to prove your battle strength. I, Zhao Feiyu, also desire the princess, so if you can’t best me, how dare you aspire to wed her?”

Witnessing Zhao Feiyu’s audacity, Zhao Shenghong, Zhao Jinpeng, and Zhao Wenyu’s faces darkened fully. The ordinary faction belonged to the broader Nine Nether Ice Lions, so normally, Zhao Shenghong and company would grant them respect. But this time, their overreach grew intolerable.

Right when Zhao Shenghong and the rest were poised to explode.

Two old men approached from a close table. One reached half-step Divine King, the other Peak seventh level of the Heavenly God Realm. These elders hailed from the ordinary faction: the half-step Divine King was Zhao Chenggao, and the other Zhao Hongliang.

Zhao Chenggao chuckled, “Brother Shenghong, Feiyu’s just blunt; don’t hold it against him! He’s adored the princess since their first encounter. Love defies control. No issue with a quick spar, right?”

“Sparring over his beloved—it’s a romantic tale. Especially for our Lion King Lineage’s princess.”

Zhao Hongliang agreed with a nod, “Our Nine Nether Ice Lions haven’t thrown a feast lately. Without entertainment, it’d be boring. I wonder if this young friend accepts Feiyu’s challenge?”

Zhao Chenggao and Zhao Hongliang commanded high status in the ordinary faction, and Zhao Shenghong’s group avoided clashing with them. Plus, Zhao Hongliang cleverly phrased it as Ye Chenfeng’s choice, keeping terms vague.

Earlier, Zhao Feiyu had implied that losing to him would shame Ye Chenfeng into abandoning marriage to Bai Xiaorou. Accepting now might bind him to that stake, sparking disputes later. Who trusts a man without honor?

At the juniors’ table, Zhao Chengming and Zhao Huaqing grew more disgusted with Zhao Feiyu. Zhao Chengming blurted, “Elder Chenggao, Elder Hongliang, that’s unfair. And Zhao Feiyu, aren’t you shameless? How old are you? This brother’s merely thirty. So drop your cultivation to your level at thirty.”

Even from the ordinary faction, Zhao Chenggao and Zhao Hongliang earned elder titles from Lion King lineage youths.

Zhao Chengming’s remark soured the expressions of Zhao Feiyu, Zhao Chenggao, and Zhao Hongliang. Forcing Zhao Feiyu to limit his power to age thirty meant handing Ye Chenfeng an easy win!

Ye Chenfeng, seated calmly, twirled his wine glass. He grasped Zhao Feiyu’s scheme now. With Bai Xiaorou’s true feelings for him, retreat no longer appealed. He placed the glass down, met Zhao Feiyu’s eyes coolly, and stated, “I never bet my woman. Win or lose, I won’t demand you cap your strength at thirty. If we spar, let’s start; I’ve no patience for your chatter.”

Bai Xiaorou’s icy stare thawed, her glare at Zhao Feiyu vanishing. Her brother Ye’s declaration warmed her deeply.

Ye Chenfeng’s bold words earned nods from Zhao Shenghong, Zhao Jinpeng, and Zhao Wenyu. Zhao Feiyu, meanwhile, appeared contemptible.

Now.

Zhao Feiyu saw no escape. Even sans the wager, he pressed for the duel. He refused to accept defeat at Peak third level Heavenly God Realm to a Peak second level foe!

Face grim, Zhao Feiyu snapped, “You said it yourself. Come, teach me a lesson.”

Ye Chenfeng shot back, “No need to move. Shift some tables here for the fight.”

Zhao Feiyu accepted, “Agreed, right here.”

In his thoughts, the bout would end swiftly. His battle skills assured a crushing victory over Ye Chenfeng.

With Ye Chenfeng and Zhao Feiyu set, Zhao Shenghong and others sighed inwardly. Zhao Feiyu’s ignorance ran deep. Servants cleared tables as Zhao Shenghong announced, “Fight till you’re content.”

Zhao Chenggao and Zhao Hongliang felt mixed, but if Zhao Feiyu triumphed, defying the Lion King lineage proved valuable. Their aim: sabotage Ye Chenfeng and Bai Xiaorou, starting with this win, plotting more ahead.

Zhao Chengming and Zhao Huaqing admired Ye Chenfeng’s directness increasingly, yet worry crept in. They knew Zhao Feiyu’s power well; even united, they’d barely match him.

Guests pondered if the clash would thrill and who’d prevail. Most favored Zhao Feiyu, crediting his edge over Ye Chenfeng’s realm despite the latter’s genius.

As the crowd presumed the outcome.

Zhao Feiyu’s aura erupted to its peak as he sneered, “Attack!”

“Then excuse me.”

Ye Chenfeng surged his aura, maxing the Supreme Ten Revolutions’ might, igniting Four-Star Secret Method’s Thousand Thunder Flash. Crimson bolts sparked from his calves and feet, propelling him like thunder.

Mid-charge, he poured Nine-Heaven Mystic Thunder from his Sea of Consciousness into Thousand Thunder Flash, boosting velocity sharply. Spectators struggled to track Ye Chenfeng’s form.

But Zhao Feiyu, once cocky urging the strike, couldn’t follow with eyes or senses.

Suddenly.

A massive pressure hit Zhao Feiyu’s brow. Ye Chenfeng’s palm bore down; reaction or block proved impossible.

With a “bang!”

Ye Chenfeng smashed Zhao Feiyu’s head into the floor.

Stone slabs cracked as Zhao Feiyu’s frame gouged a shallow crater, defenseless, revealing their vast disparity.

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