“Very well, then it’s a deal.” Feng Bujue smiled with full confidence, and made a “please” gesture with his hand, “Please, make your move.”

“What did you say?” Huowei was stunned again upon hearing this. “You’re actually letting me strike first?”

As a master of the Holy Origin Limitless Third Transition, Huowei could naturally determine very clearly…that this “Liao Master Feng” possessed not a shred of internal energy, true energy, or holy energy. Under such circumstances, letting him strike first was simply courting death.

“What a joke! With your physique that’s even weaker than the Mortal Body Finite First Transition, let alone receiving one of my attacks, even if this old man used just ten percent of his power to push you, you’d die on the spot!” Huowei retorted with a cold snort.

“Not necessarily…” Feng Bujue replied fearlessly, “Didn’t I block Ren Bufan’s sword strike?”

Upon hearing these words, Huowei’s expression immediately changed. Just now, he was inside the city gate, and although he heard the conversation outside, he didn’t witness the scene with his own eyes (the barrier was two-way, making it impossible to see outside from within). He simply assumed, based on what he “heard,” that…Feng Bujue had avoided Ren Bufan’s attack and then used some underhanded trick to succeed.

But now, after Jue-ge’s words, Huowei realized…this Liao Master Feng had actually blocked Ren Bufan’s attack head-on.

“Oh? Is that so?” Huowei responded after a moment of thought, “Good! I’ll see how you use that mortal body to receive my holy energy.”

As he spoke, he sheathed the sword at his waist, opting to face his opponent barehanded.

“Eh?” Feng Bujue questioned upon seeing this, “Why is Senior putting away his sword?”

“Hmph…” General Huo sneered, replying, “You have no internal energy, no weapon in hand, and you’re letting this old man strike first… If I were to use a weapon, wouldn’t that be a bit unsightly?”

His unspoken meaning was: I, Huowei, am a well-known and established master, and have always been upright and honorable, so I disdain taking advantage of petty figures like you.

“Alright… whatever. Just make your move.” Feng Bujue appeared calm on the surface, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief…

For the past few seconds, he was truly worried that General Huo would abandon close combat and switch to a ranged attack…if that happened, he would have completely screwed up. Fortunately, the other party was only putting away his weapon…

“Watch closely! Boy, this is the first move!” Huowei was indeed an honorable person. Even barehanded, he still felt that he was in an overly dominant position in this bet, which seemed unfair; therefore…at the moment he made his move, he deliberately shouted a warning to remind Jue-ge to be careful.

“Was that really necessary?” In the blink of an eye, Feng Bujue’s voice appeared from Huowei’s side and slightly behind him…

In that instant, only one thought flashed through Huowei’s mind: “I underestimated him!”

However, a master is a master after all. Huowei and Ren Bufan were not on the same level. For those who had stepped into the Holy Origin Limitless realm, most “playing dumb to trick the opponent” or “sudden attacks” were ineffective.

And so…in a split second, Huowei retracted his momentum, twisted his body, and converted his punch into an elbow, using a simple half-rotating backward step to change the direction of his attack.

“Whoa… pretty impressive…” Feng Bujue thought, “If I were to engage in a fair duel with an NPC of this level, with equal information, my chances of winning might only be seventy percent…”

Of course, the above thought was just a fleeting idea of Jue-ge's; the reality was very cruel…

“I’m sorry, Senior, but you won’t have the chance to make a second move.” Feng Bujue slightly shifted his body to barely evade the elbow striking towards his chest; at the same time, he hooked his left foot forward in a [Rogue Child’s Low Sweep].

In the face of Zero Difference Calculation and the shameless divine skill, Huowei’s combat experience seemed utterly powerless…

“Ah—yah—” Huowei inexplicably let out such a cry, and his entire body fell sideways towards the ground.

Logically speaking, a master of his level, even if tripped, should be able to adjust his posture within the one or two seconds before falling. He should have dozens of ways to prevent himself from falling, but at this moment…he couldn’t use even one of them. It was as if an invisible, irresistible force was compelling him to fall. Before hitting the ground, he was unable to do anything he wanted to do.

This was the terrifying aspect of the [Rogue Child’s Low Sweep] – “100% chance of tripping any monster that can theoretically fall, and enraging the opponent to attack you.”

Huowei would never understand that at the instant the skill was successfully activated, it was no longer Feng Bujue who wanted him to fall, but the system that wanted him to fall…therefore, he had no choice but to fall.

“Senior, you flatter me.” When Huowei got up from the ground, Jue-ge’s declaration of victory had already been spoken; the “Phoenix Tail Feather” was also in Jue-ge’s grasp.

Astonishment, anger, shame, resentment… in an instant, a multitude of emotions surged like strong liquor.

At this moment, Huowei seemed to have lost the ability to think, and only Feng Bujue’s figure remained in his eyes.

“Ah—” He roared, drew his sword, and leaped into the air with a stomp of his foot. Then, he channeled all the holy energy in his body… intending to unleash it in a single strike!

“General Huo! You mustn’t!” The white-clothed woman immediately became anxious and quickly called out to dissuade him.

Her display of panic was naturally not because she was afraid that something might happen to Feng Bujue; she was only worried that General Huo, whose injuries had not yet healed, would suffer further injuries. In addition…she was also afraid that she and the two guards would be affected by the attack (after a round of exchanges, Feng Bujue and Huowei's positions had already switched, and at this moment, Jue-ge was facing away from the city gate).

“Hmm… with this intensity… I’m afraid I can’t withstand it with Lan Jiao…” Jue-ge calmly observed his opponent from a data perspective, thinking to himself, “If I use [Yi Da]… I don’t have suitable ammunition on hand…”

In a flash of thought, Jue-ge considered many things and had already devised a countermeasure.

“Ma Sun!” In the next second, Feng Bujue also shouted sternly.

Before the shout had finished, a phantom of a purple-golden giant general suddenly solidified behind him.

“Manifestation of Primal Spirit!” Upon seeing the giant shadow of Ma Sun, the white-clothed woman immediately turned pale with fright and blurted out such a sentence almost instinctively.

Lute, who was standing not far away watching coldly, understood… this NPC must have mistaken Jue-ge’s summoning skill for an extremely profound technique in the Holy Origin world.

“Flowing Fire Chasing Cloud Sword!” On the other side, after several seconds of brewing, Huowei’s move was ready. Accompanied by a loud roar, his formidable killing move pressed down from mid-air.

“Golden Chinese Slicing Dance!” With Feng Bujue’s level of chunibyo, how could he not respond when someone else called out the name of their move? Thus, he also shouted out the name of his move with great momentum, manipulating Ma Sun to raise his guandao and slash forward.

In an instant, it was seen that…

Flowing fire and golden light rose with the wind, and holy origin spiritual energy pierced the clouds.

The Flowing Fire Chasing Cloud Sword unleashed hundreds of red flame sword energies, while the Golden Chinese Slicing Dance raised thousands of layers of golden saber rays.

Golden and red colors bloomed across the sky, and the surging energy soared straight into the heavens.

When the dust settled, Huowei fell from mid-air, leaning on his sword, and a trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth…

As for Feng Bujue, he still maintained his composure, calmly dismissing the summoned creature, Ma Sun.

“Liao Master Feng.” At this time, Huowei had regained his senses (the skill effect of the Low Sweep had almost ended), and said with a solemn expression, “Forgive this old man’s poor eyesight… I was rude just now…”

“Senior is too kind.” Feng Bujue waved his hand and said, “You were injured, and you showed mercy everywhere. I am very grateful.” He was also very shrewd, knowing that he had to give the other party a way to save face.

“Hmm…” Huowei seemed to want to say something, but hesitated, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he raised his head and said to the white-clothed woman at the city gate, “Bai girl, let Liao Master Feng enter the city.”

“But… he hasn’t passed the ‘Wisdom’ test yet…” The white-clothed woman swallowed the second half of her sentence, because Huowei winked at her and shook his head.

“Phew…” Two seconds later, the white-clothed woman exhaled, adjusted the expression on her face, and then looked at Jue-ge, “Liao Master Feng…” She also looked at Lute, “And this one…”

“My surname is Lu.” Lute replied.

“Miss Lu.” The white-clothed woman continued, “It seems that the two of you have met the conditions for entering the city…” She raised one hand, pointing towards the city, “Please.”

“Hehe… thank you.” Feng Bujue smiled at her and strode through the city gate.

Lute followed Jue-ge silently, walking quickly into the city.

After the two entered the barrier and walked away, Huowei suddenly knelt on one knee and spat out a mouthful of old blood…

“General!” The two guards were shocked at the sight and hurried forward.

“Old General Huo!” The white-clothed woman also ran over with the two guards.

“Pfft—I’m fine.” Huowei spat out the blood in his mouth, stabilized his breathing, and quickly stood up on his own, “Don’t make such a fuss.” He put his sword back into its scabbard once again, “I just inadvertently aggravated my internal injuries when I activated my move… I just need to adjust my breathing.”

“General, that Feng Bujue just now…” The white-clothed woman couldn’t wait to ask, “…just who is he? Why have I never heard of him? Nor have I heard of this sect called Broken Sword Teahouse…”

“Heh… if this old man knew his origins, I wouldn’t have suffered this silently.” Huowei smiled self-deprecatingly.

The white-clothed woman muttered, “Could it be… that there really are cultivation methods other than Holy Origin in this world?”

“Who knows…” Huowei replied with a complex expression, “This old man didn’t believe his nonsense at first, but… you all saw it… ‘Manifestation of Primal Spirit,’ something that only masters above the Holy Origin Limitless Seventh Transition can do… he, a person without even internal energy, can also do…” Speaking of this, Huowei raised his eyes and glanced at the Imperial City, “In any case, we must report this matter to the City Lord as soon as possible…”