novelden Chapter 116 Delivered to Our Doorstep
Chapter 116 Delivered to Our Doorstep
Chapter 116 Delivered to Our Doorstep
Yu Ruyan was speaking very seriously, but then she suddenly interrupted with this remark, and Chen Feng almost actually did as she suggested.
However, after a moment of silence, he held it in.
"Don't you even know if you're human? Do you have the right to say that?" Chen Feng said, suppressing his temper.
Yu Ruyan found that what he said actually made a lot of sense.
"What clan is that?"
"What? You didn't know?" Yu Ruyan asked, as if she had discovered some earth-shattering secret.
"Nonsense." Chen Feng raised an eyebrow, his voice rising an octave higher.
“Oh, Chen…” Yu Ruyan immediately dared not provoke him and quickly said, “The Chen clan of the ancient clan. Ancient clan means old. In the context of the three-way division of the ancient martial arts world, it probably refers to the one that controls…”
"Yu Ruyan, why are you out here?" Just then, a hearty voice broke into their conversation.
The two looked over and saw a man who looked to be about thirty years old walking towards them.
Yu Ruyan was taken aback. Her eyes darted around, and as if she had forgotten what she had just said, she smiled obsequiously and said, "Oh my, isn't this Wu Fen? You're back from your mission, and you've actually come in person."
Chen Feng looked around.
Wu Fen, with his muscular physique and bronze skin, exuded a masculine aura of power.
But this person went straight for Chen Feng.
"Just got back, but I'm a little late. I'd really like to have a go at the number one spot." Wu Fen strode forward and extended his hand to Chen Feng in a provocative manner.
"Oh my?" Yu Ruyan was taken aback. "First place? What does that mean?"
The people recruited by the Martial Arts Association are probably all combat fanatics. Wu Fen ignored this weakling and directly extended his hand to Chen Feng: "Hello, Chen Feng, congratulations on getting first place in this association test. Let's spar sometime."
Based on those words, Chen Feng secretly made up his mind... You dream on, do you think I'd give you a chance?
If Lin Hao was involved before, and now another one is dragged into it, will he still be able to properly continue investigating the origins of the ancient Chen clan?
Yu Ruyan was stunned.
Although he had already guessed that Chen Feng was not simple... He didn't know the strength of the Grandmaster of the Martial Arts Association, but the one who could beat him so easily must have not only heaven-defying strength, but also a reliable background.
However, Yu Ruyan never expected that he would still be the same crazy test taker from today, and he even sounded like a freshman!
Having made a basic impression, Chen Feng left first. This Wu Fen seemed to be quite strong, at least on par with Lin Hao.
Over the next few days, Chen Feng researched the Martial Artists Association's information about the ancient martial arts world while also learning about the entire association.
The Martial Arts Association comprises eleven sects, each with its own strengths. Lin Hao, whom we encountered last time, belongs to the fourth sect and is skilled in using a heavy sword.
And the supposedly mixed-race Shion is the guild leader of the Seventh Sect, who is skilled in using music as an attack.
Finally, there's Wu Fen, whom we just met. He belongs to the eleventh sect, which focuses on the use of firearms and is a combination of science and fantasy.
Three days later, after Chen Feng had become quite familiar with the place, it was already past that time.
The new members recruited by the Martial Arts Association this year have been arriving one after another, including Yan Luo.
However, that girl... seemed to be avoiding Chen Feng. Chen Feng, who sensed this, felt uneasy. He couldn't just not investigate because of this, could he?
He wanted to know the truth, but the Yan family made the first move?
This shows that even someone as magnanimous as he is has his bottom line.
Just as he was sitting quietly by the window of the members' dormitory building, smoking a cigarette, an alarm suddenly sounded from afar, instantly filling the entire association headquarters.
The guy downstairs was taken aback: "What's going on?"
"Could it be another experimental accident? Or has someone's spiritual power gotten out of control again?"
The last point is that the specialists, who couldn't stand each other, started fighting, and their spiritual power level reached the destructive level of A-grade.
The person who asked this question was probably just there to watch the excitement or go sightseeing with some melon seeds in hand... After staying here for three days, Chen Feng had the feeling that anyone who lost a package must be one of the above-mentioned lunatics.
Just as I was pondering this, suddenly, after the person downstairs finished speaking, a cheerful voice rang out from the rooftop.
"Hahahaha, the Martial Arts Association is nothing special after all. This prison is so easy to escape!"
Accompanying the arrogant voice was a man with a full head of red hair, dressed in a simple orange shirt without any pockets, but with a word on his chest that even an illiterate person could recognize: Prisoner.
With agile movements, he leaped onto Chen Feng's upper floor in an instant.
A terrified scream immediately erupted from above: "Prisoner?"
"What the hell?" Chen Feng flicked his cigarette, showing no sign of getting down from the windowsill.
The guy downstairs heard this and immediately looked serious: "Dude, don't stand there, it's dangerous!"
After saying that, he fell into self-doubt: "The prisoners escaped? I actually escaped! Who let me out? The prisoners who can get into our association's prison are not ordinary people; they are at least A-level martial artists!"
Chen Feng nodded.
The temporary accommodation in this dormitory is entirely based on personal preference. Sometimes, without clear explanation, no one knows whether the person next to them is an S-class or D-class student.
Soon, there was a knock on the door from the outside.
Chen Feng went to open the door and saw He Yi with a solemn expression: "Brother Chen, do you have time? Come with me to take them back to where they belong!"
"Oh, I'm busy. Don't worry, someone will take care of it." Chen Feng silently stubbed out his cigarette, indicating that he wasn't interested.
He'll be practicing his swordplay and organizing materials; he won't have time for that.
"Bang!" There was a loud noise.
"Crack!" The glass shattered, scattering and falling to the ground.
The glass shards fell to the ground with a sound, and a figure in an orange prison uniform, holding a baseball bat that appeared out of nowhere, stepped on the broken glass and appeared in his room.
"The quality of this glass is really not very good. I'm sorry, brothers."
"Well, after all, it's not made in China..."
As He Yi spoke, he turned his head and saw Chen Feng's face... as gloomy as the bottom of a clay pot.
This seems... like it was delivered right to my doorstep? He Yi muttered to himself.
However, those people clearly haven't realized this problem yet.
Holding a stick like a spiked club, he surprisingly agreed with He Yi's opinion, then revealed a ferocious smile: "That's a good answer, I agree. Since we get along so well, I'll give you a clean break and knock you out with one blow!"
As he spoke, the spiritual energy inside the room surged to level A.
In his eyes, these were nothing more than delicate flowers with fair skin and tender flesh; how could they compare to them?
However, just as his spiritual power and speed surged, an even more intense surge of spiritual power, now materialized, appeared right in front of him.
The sudden surge of spiritual power pressed down on every nerve in his body, leaving him nowhere to escape in the cramped room.
With a "plop," he swallowed hard and knelt down.
"Are you arrogant?"
Chen Feng picked at his ear, staring at him with a friendly smile, but in reality, he was like a devil, scaring the man so much that he dared not move.