Chapter 21 - Asserting Authority at the First Encounter (2/2)

Mu Feng smiled and stood up as well. He then drank the beer in one go.

After drinking their beers, the crowd sat down and started chattering to one another. Most of them looked at Mu Feng when they chatted.

Somebody started spreading the news about Mu Feng’s damaged Meta-pulses, and they started discussing the topic. The people who once looked at Mu Feng with a hint of admiration in their eyes slowly started to look at him with pity and sarcasm instead.

“Little Feng, I’ve heard about what happened to you… Haih, don’t be too sad about your father. After all, your father was a soldier, so it was his destiny to die on the battlefield.”

Mu Hai said to Mu Feng, sighing deeply.

A trace of sadness flashed across Mu Feng’s eyes, but he soon smiled and said: “Don’t worry, Uncle Hai, I understand what you mean.”

“Oh, by the way, I also heard that your Meta-pulses are damaged, is that true?”

Mu Hai asked cautiously.

Mu Feng retained his calm expression and replied: “Yes, it’s true, but…”

“Hey, Little Lord Feng, I heard that you are the most talented cultivator in our family. Well, I, Mu Li, have always wanted to spar with you in a friendly match. I would love to learn some fighting skills from you. Besides, it should be quite entertaining for our guests too. What do you say?”

Just as Mu Feng was about to finish his sentence, a sarcastic laugh rang out in the hall and a young man dressed in black walked out from the crowd.

Upon hearing his words, Mu Feng frowned and looked at him. The young man looked like he was a few years older than Mu Feng.

Mu Feng vaguely remembered who he was. He was Mu Li, Mu Hai’s son.

“Haha, that’s great! I would love to watch and learn from the number one genius in our family!”

“Yeah, I’ve heard a lot about you, Little Lord Feng. Please show us some of your skills!”

“Show us! Show us!”

Suddenly, the other disciples from Mu Li’s tables chimed in and started cheering.

As soon as the others heard them cheering, some of the guests started to look at Mu Feng sarcastically. One of the guests said in a low voice: “I’ve just heard that all of Little Lord Feng’s Meta-pulses are damaged, and that his cultivation has gone down the drain. Mu Li suddenly proposed to have a match with him, does this mean that he’s trying to assert his authority here?”

“Mu Li is the son of our Lord. I’m sure that he’s unhappy because there’s now a Little Lord from the main family whose rank is higher than his. He’s obviously trying to show off his power within the branch family.”

The other Mu family members weren’t stupid, and they instantly understood what Mu Li was planning to do.

“Uncle Hai, he’s my cousin, Mu Li, right?”

Mu Feng asked.

“That’s right. He’s my son, Mu Li. Mu Li, what are you up to? Today is the welcoming banquet for your cousin Mu Feng, don’t mess around!”

Mu Hai shouted coldly.

“Father, all I wanted was to learn some skills from cousin Mu Feng. I’m not messing around. Wasn’t it you who wanted us to learn from our peers to improve ourselves?”

Mu Li bowed down politely. He then looked at Mu Feng and said with a smile: “So, what do you say, Little Lord Feng? Can you please have a match with me?”

“Hmph, you want to learn some skills? Let me spar with you instead.”

Mu Kuang stood up and said suddenly.

“Who the hell do you think you are? The one I want to spar with is Little Lord Feng. Are you Little Lord Feng? You’re just a piece of trash!”

Mu Li said to Mu Kuang sarcastically, shooting an evil glance at Mu Feng.

“Little Lord Feng, everybody knows that you’re a Wudo genius. Why won’t you accept my challenge? Or, should I say, do you have the courage to accept my challenge?”