Chapter 22 - Defeat the Opponent with Only One Punch (1/2)

Upon hearing his words, even the dumbest person knew that Mu Li wanted to provoke Mu Feng so he could humiliate him in public. Mu Zhong frowned, and the look on his face was terrible.

On the other hand, Mu Kuang and Bai Ziyue were furious. However, just as they were about to fly into a rage, Mu Feng managed to calm them down with a wave of his hand.

Mu Feng stood up, looked at Mu Li, and said: “Well, since cousin Mu Li wants to spar with me, I’m in no position to refuse. However, how can you address my brother like that? Just like you, me, and the others sitting in this hall, we’re all members of the Mu family. We’re all brothers and sisters. Just now, you said that he’s a piece of trash. Did you mean that the others and I are also pieces of trash?!”

Mu Feng’s voice got louder and louder as he spoke. In the end, he was coldly shouting at Mu Li, with a trace of anger in his tone.

No matter what, Mu Feng was still a teenage boy. Even though he had much more life experience than his peers, it’s not like he didn’t have a temper. He was someone who killed people in battle, and the aura he developed in the battlefield came with a somewhat heavy temper.

On top of that, Mu Kuang was someone who was willing to stay by his side during the hardest times in his life. He valued Mu Kuang a lot and would even willingly sacrifice his own life for him. He just couldn’t tolerate anybody badmouthing Mu Kuang in such a way.

Mu Li was shocked by Mu Feng’s temper and trembled in fear.

However, when Mu Li glanced around the hall and saw that the other family members and his dad were looking at him with a hint of displeasure, his fear soon turned into anger.

“Th-that’s not what I meant.”

Mu Li explained.

“Fine.”

With a wave of his hand, Mu Feng interrupted Mu Li and said coldly: “You want to spar? Let’s spar!”

After that, he looked at Mu Hai, clasped hands, and said: “Uncle Hai, please excuse us.”

After finishing his sentence, Mu Feng walked out of the hall while Mu Zhong, Mu Kuang, and Bai Ziyue hurried to follow him.

“Hmph.”

Mu Hai glared at Mu Li and walked out of the hall as well.

The others also started walking out of the hall.

Mu Li looked at Mu Feng’s back and gritted his teeth in anger.

“Brother Li…”

Mu Li’s gang approached Mu Li.

“Let’s go outside. Today, I’ll make sure that I teach that Little Lord a valuable lesson. I’ll let him know who’s in charge here!”

Mu Li sneered coldly and walked out of the hall.

There was a spacious field outside the hall. The Mu family members had already formed a circle, and Mu Feng was standing in the middle with his hands behind his back.

Mu Li walked into the circle with a hint of anger on his face.

“Cousin Mu Li, you may attack first.”

Mu Feng said calmly.

This son of a b*tch! How dare a cripple like him act so arrogantly?!

Mu Li cursed in his heart, clasped hands, and said: “Alright then.”

Bang!

As soon as he finished his sentence, Mu Li stepped forward and punched towards Mu Feng.

Swoosh!

A gush of white-colored Vitality surrounded his fist as he punched out.

Judging by his punch, one could see that Mu Li was at Tong Mai Ninth Sky. After a little more training, he would be able to reach the Zi Fu level and become a true cultivator.

At his age, reaching this level was quite impressive. However, he was still no match for most of the Mu disciples from the main family.

The strength of this punch was nearly 1,000 kilograms, which could instantly kill a normal person who didn’t cultivate.

Mu Feng swayed slightly to the left, dodging the punch, and Mu Li responded by swiftly punching towards him from the left.