"Huhu..."

The "glare" on the surface of Master Zhi's body seems to have independent consciousness, as if he is breathing.

As the intensity of the light gradually changes, gusts of breeze also hang up for no apparent reason.

Seeing that Master Zhi was still "accumulating strength" for so long, Han Feng simply ran to the fence and leaned against him. He folded his arms and silently paid attention to Master Zhi with his eyes.

About half a minute later...

Master Zhi slowly opened his eyes and looked at Han Feng, who was dozens of meters away and looking "idle".

"Are you done?"

While talking lazily, Han Feng just had to yawn...

"I'm sorry, poor monk, for keeping you waiting..."

Suddenly, when Master Zhi was speaking, the entire arena, auditorium, and even the entire arena heard bursts of Sanskrit sounds that seemed to be swirling like the sounds of heaven.

This kind of heavenly sound that surrounds everyone's ears is not an echo, nor is it some amplification technique...

It's strange to say...Master Mingming was muttering more than ten meters away in front of him, but every word could be clearly transmitted to every corner. Just like...Master Zhi whispering in his ear.

"This is fun..."

After stretching his body against the fence, Han Feng stared at Master Zhi with interest and said.

"The poor monk is rude."

Keeping his hands in a harmonious posture, Master Zhi saluted again.

"Oh~ no need to go to such trouble! I think you are tired after so many gifts~"

Waving his hands, Han Feng stepped towards Master Zhi.

"good……"

Master Zhi's soft words were like the breeze blowing on your face, like the first coolness after the rain.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!!!"

As soon as Master Zhi finished speaking, he turned into a ray of copper-colored light and rushed towards Han Feng instantly!

"Boom! Bang!!"

Before he had time to react, Han Feng was hit by a fist. He was hit in the chest and abdomen!

"Boom... Bang Bang! Boom..."

Han Feng flew upside down and hit the iron fence with his back, making a sound of tearing metal. Then, due to the effect of gravity... he fell to the ground again and sat down against the iron fence in a daze.

Dazed on the ground.

"cough!"

"Good...good, good speed..."

A mouthful of bruises filled Han Feng's heart, which made Han Feng feel a little uncomfortable. But even so, Han Feng still raised his thumb and pointed at Master Zhi.

"It's my turn, it's my turn. Ahem!"

"Heh... Bah!"

As he stood up, Han Feng coughed up blood and vomited it on the ground.

Turning back to look at Master Zhi, he was standing in the middle of the ring, looking at Han Feng with a half-smile.

From Master Zhi's expression, Han Feng saw a "realm" that was neither sad nor happy, or even otherworldly...

That’s right! It’s the realm! It’s not the mood...

"I think you are, at least, an abbot-level "high-end player."

Walking slowly towards Master Zhi, Han Feng joked.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!..."

Master Zhi did not reply. Seeing that Han Feng was still able to fight, he transformed into a copper-colored light and rushed towards Han Feng.

"Whoosh!..."

The next moment, Han Feng, who was taking steps, also activated his speed superpower and disappeared from the spot.

"Boom!!"

"Bang!"

"Tum!!!"

On the 100-square-meter arena, different collision sounds were heard in different places. Hundreds of afterimages flashed in the combat area, both insubstantial and insubstantial.

At this moment...the arena is almost covered in red copper...

When fighting Master Yu Zhi, Han Feng could feel that Master Zhi did not have any speed superpower.

His speed... completely stimulated the upper limit of his body

Caused by this. Although this speed looks the same as Han Feng's on the outside, there is still a big difference in essence.

"Boom! Boom!!!"

After experiencing hundreds of collisions and bombardments, the two figures appeared on two opposite planes.

"Huh...huh..."

Han Feng stood there, breathing heavily, and looked at Master Zhi.

At this time, the monk's robe on Master Zhi's upper body was completely shattered due to the impact. Only a few gray "cloth strips" were left hanging on his body...

But because of this, Master Zhi exposed more of his skin, making his whole person look more divine.

"Buddha's Wrath King Kong."

Standing on the spot, Master Zhi slowly spoke out four words and introduced this body technique to Han Feng.

"Tongzi Kung Fu? Iron shirt? Golden bell?"

Due to lack of religious knowledge... Han Feng could only find synonyms for the four words "Buddha's Wrath King Kong"...

"Haha... The donor was joking. But, almost, almost."

As he spoke, Master Zhi always had a vague smile on his face.

Looking at this expression, Han Feng felt an indescribable "refreshing" feeling in his heart... just like blowing the cool air conditioner on a hot summer day.

"Haha~ You are so interesting, what you said..."

"Boom! Bang..."

Suddenly, a muffled sound from behind his feet interrupted Han Feng's words.

Hearing this noise, Han Feng turned his eyes to look, not afraid of Master Zhi's "sneak attack".

But the next second, when Han Feng saw the Xueyin Kuangdao lying on the ground, he was stunned!

Why did the knife fall? I didn't tie it properly?! This was Han Feng's subconscious thought.

The next moment, Han Feng felt a slight chill in his upper body, and turned his eyes to look at his upper body...

"My clothes..." Looking at the clothes that were also in the form of rag strips, Han Feng was confused...

On the ground, the leather armor scabbard produced by the system... was unexpectedly interrupted by Master Zhi.

Immediately afterwards, the pain in the upper body slowly spread to the nerves.

"hiss……"

Taking a breath of cold air and feeling the numbing pain, Han Feng's eyes began to change.

Pursing his lips, Han Feng put away his playful thoughts...

Bending down, Han Feng picked up the mad knife...

"Please use your sword."

Seeing Han Feng holding the Crazy Saber, Master Zhi said.

"I just picked it up and didn't plan to use it."

As he spoke, Han Feng walked to the edge of the ring with the knife in his hand and placed the Crazy Knife against the fence.

Turning around, Han Feng took a deep breath...

This game... has just begun!

"It's hard for you to defeat me without using a weapon."

Seeing Han Feng's "annoyed" sigh, Master Zhi mistakenly believed that Han Feng was competitive and wanted to save face. That's why he endured not using the crazy sword...

Out of good intentions, Master Zhi said these words, with the purpose of giving Han Feng a "step down".

"If you keep the same speed as before, it will be difficult for you to beat me."

Han Feng ignored the "twist and twist" and responded with a puffed-up chest.
To be continued...