Chen Feihu, kneeling on one knee on the ground, looked at Xiao Feng with an expression full of disbelief, with traces of fear intertwined.

Beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye. His body started to tremble, and the muscles on his face convulsed uncontrollably, as if he might collapse at any moment.

Zhao Guo'an hurried over. Having studied medicine since childhood, he had seen the strangest of symptoms, yet the condition of Zhao Feihu before him left him at a loss for how to proceed.

A perfectly fine person, just moments ago he was incredibly fierce, and in the blink of an eye, with nothing happening, he kneeled on the ground, unable to utter a single word. It was beyond inexplicable.

At this moment, Chen Feihu could no longer hold on and fell straight forward. It was clear he was unwilling, but he had truly lost control of his body.

Zhao Guo'an hurriedly supported him, gently laying him on the ground, placed two fingers on Chen Feihu's pulse, and frowned, saying, "It's not poisoning either."

Not far away, Xiao Feng, who had fallen to the ground, said irritably, "Cough... Could you tend to me first?"

Zhao Guo'an had no choice but to leave Chen Feihu, running over to Xiao Feng, only to see a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth midway, looking like he had sustained a serious injury.

"Phew..." Xiao Feng let out a long breath and said, "I haven't been injured in a long time; this feeling is really damn uncomfortable."

"At a time like this, can you stop acting tough?" said Zhao Guo'an with a black line across his face, skillfully checking Xiao Feng's pulse, then concluded, "Just a minor injury, it won't kill you. No need for medicine, just eat with the family a few times."

"Don't I know how injured I am?" Xiao Feng looked at Zhao Guo'an.

Zhao Guo'an appeared puzzled: "Then why did you call me over here?"

"Of course, to help me up." Xiao Feng rolled his eyes and said, "You don't have any insight at all."

"You can't stand up by yourself?" Zhao Guo'an looked incredulous. If he hadn't confirmed Xiao Feng's condition, he wouldn't dare conclude, but the earlier pulse check had proven Xiao Feng's resilience was unusually strong, having fallen so heavily twice without much damage.

Standing up on his own was naturally not a problem.

Sure enough, Xiao Feng nodded and admitted, "I can stand up."

"Then why have me help you?" Zhao Guo'an said unhappily, feeling like Xiao Feng was playing him.

Xiao Feng, however, said matter-of-factly, "If I don't have you help me up, won't the guy who can't get up over there lose face completely? Having you help me up at least leaves him some dignity, doesn't it?"

"..." Zhao Guo'an was dumbfounded. Although there's nothing wrong with what was said, isn't saying it out loud the problem? Is this low emotional intelligence or deliberately provoking the other?

No matter how you look at it, Zhao Guo'an understood why Xiao Feng could be brothers with Wang Lubo. Though their statures were worlds apart, their manner of speaking was equally annoying.

Xiao Feng wiped the bloodstain from the corner of his mouth, walked over to Chen Feihu, and praised, "No wonder you have Innate Divine Power. To be honest, since I returned to Jiangcheng, you're the first one to injure me."

Chen Feihu remained silent. He didn't discount the possibility that Xiao Feng accidentally hit his weak spot, but recalling Xiao Feng's previous claim of using "only one move," his doubts immediately vanished.

It took Chen Feihu quite a while to finally regain his ability to speak: "How did you do it?"

His voice sounded extremely weak, and if the setting weren't so quiet, it might not have been audible at all.

"Let's not talk about how first. Let's see if what we agreed on earlier still holds?" Xiao Feng said with a smile.

"Of course it holds!" Chen Feihu responded without hesitation, "A towering man should uphold basic integrity. If not, what's the point of talking about grand ambitions? I'm not afraid of losing, only afraid of not knowing where I lost."

"Good!" Xiao Feng's eyes showed a trace of admiration, then he explained, "I noticed after our first exchange that you have Innate Divine Power and have trained in Hard Qi Gong..."

"Does that have anything to do with his sudden condition?" Zhao Guo'an interjected impulsively.

Xiao Feng ignored Zhao Guo'an's interruption and continued speaking to Chen Feihu, "In Hard Qi Gong, when practiced to a certain level, it becomes invulnerable to blades and weapons. Yet it also adds numerous fatal weak points to the body, known as 'vulnerable spots' in the martial world.

The more proficient the martial artist, the fewer the vulnerable spots, making it harder to defeat them.

But from my observation, practitioners of Hard Qi Gong, out of habit, subconsciously protect their vulnerable spots during a fight. So, during subsequent exchanges, I intentionally clashed with you head-on to make you wary of me."

"Wary?" Chen Feihu couldn't help but interject.

"Yes, wary," Xiao Feng explained. "Because only by making you wary, keeping a sense of doubt and uncertainty, would you guard against me, showing your most instinctive side, which even you might not be aware of."

At this point, Chen Feihu chuckled self-deprecatingly, "So, I lost due to being overly cautious?"

"You could put it that way," Xiao Feng said gravely, "There's nothing wrong with being careful, but the premise is staying calm. At that time, you were solely focused on me, guessing my intentions, wondering about my moves. That sort of caution became fatal."

"I've learned!" Chen Feihu cupped his hands, the unwillingness in his heart dissipating by more than half. Losing to such an opponent wasn't especially unjust.

Zhao Guo'an posed a question from the side, "Listening to Brother Xiao, it seems as if Hard Qi Gong inherently has flaws?"

"What else did you think?" Xiao Feng retorted, "Can you find a technique without any flaws, completely perfect?"

Zhao Guo'an had no words, but indeed, nothing in this world is perfect, or rather, imperfection is itself a kind of beauty.

Practitioners of Hard Qi Gong have extremely high defense, but they also possess fatal weak points. Call it a trade-off or otherwise, but knowing your own weaknesses will lead you to protect and hide them by any means necessary, which is human instinct, and avoiding it is exceedingly difficult.

Having exchanged contact information, Xiao Feng waved his hand and said, "Alright, you two continue chatting. If there's nothing else, I'll be heading out first."

"No, Brother Feng, you can't leave," Wang Lubo quickly stopped him, "If you leave, what if he beats me up again? If you must go, take me with you."

"Are you stupid?" Xiao Feng said disappointedly, "Get Chen Xiuxiu here. This matter needs to be resolved at its root. What if you really marry Chen Xiuxiu one day, will you live under her brother's shadow forever?"

Zhao Guo'an patted Wang Lubo's shoulder, "Brother Wang, Brother Xiao's words make sense. Only the one who tied the bell can untie it. Helping you temporarily is possible, but helping you for a lifetime is impossible."

With that, the two of them got into the car, leaving Wang Lubo to face Chen Feihu on his own.

Fortunately, Chen Feihu was still engrossed in Xiao Feng's words, too occupied to pay him any attention, allowing Wang Lubo to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

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