"Kid, refusing a girl isn't the behavior of a true man, you know." Just as Feng Yi was refusing Mirami, two more teams emerged from Hell's Gate, evidently hearing their conversation.

"Are you Dofen?"

As her thoughts spun, Mirami suddenly remembered this young junior who had admired her during their military academy days, and she pointed at the man in front of her incredulously.

"Haha, long time no see, Senior Mirami. Mind if I teach this guy a lesson for you?"

The man called Dofen glanced in Feng Yi's direction, as if he were looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Eh?"

Mirami was taken aback. What a joke, you don't even know who he is, yet you want to teach him a lesson, seriously... She rolled out a series of objections.

"No, no, no, Dofen, let him be." Mirami secretly made a funny face at Feng Yi. To some extent, she still admired the Revenge Shadow Rider a bit. Although rejecting a challenge was a little disappointing, it didn't warrant a fight.

"I don't care, I just didn't like the way he spoke and wanted to vent for you, Senior."

Mirami sighed deeply, as if a giant exclamation mark congealed in the air: "The line of people wanting to challenge him could stretch to another planet, not just me."

"Oh? Interesting." Dofen's gaze became increasingly suspicious. "Kid, let's have a bout."

"Shut up, Dofen, you're no match for him."

Middle-aged man Locke reproved the indifferent Dofen. After scrutinizing Feng Yi carefully for a moment, he said, "I recognize you, you must be the renowned Feng Yi of the Federation, one of the three heroes of the human race—if I'm not mistaken, you would be that person."

Their conversation had already attracted some attention...

Feng Yi still recognized Locke, but...

"The three heroes...? Names are just names, the conversation can go slowly, but, come on, are you all here just to disrupt my drinking?"

Mirami burst into laughter, "Who's bothering you?"

"That's good then."

At this moment, Dofen was already stunned, his unfocused eyes appearing somewhat dazed... He seemed to have heard of a legendary name: Feng Yi, and he actually wanted to teach a lesson to such a high-level existence. No wonder, no wonder, even Teacher Locke's tone was so serious in conversation with him, containing a hint of respect.

Locke suddenly laughed boisterously, unceremoniously sitting in front of Feng Yi, "Haha, timing couldn't be better. How about a spar with you, sir?"

"Uh, spar..." Mirami was even more dumbfounded, even Senior Locke wanted to fight Feng Yi.

"Oh no, oh no, the drink's getting to my head." Feng Yi urgently held his head, looking utterly exasperated... Glancing left and right, he noticed people around didn't quite believe him.

"Sir Feng Yi, that poor acting won't fool the eyes here, you know." The hearty old man Locke teased with an expression as if he saw through him long ago.

"Phew... I knew it would be like this."

Feng Yi sighed softly, then leaned forward to hide half his face with one hand and whispered into Locke's ear, "I don't want to fight today, unless there's some new trick, I won't accept anyone's challenge."

This answer was rather willful, not to mention the unnecessary gesture—and there's no way that whispered voice could escape the ears of the experts present.

"Master Locke."

Yu Xin hesitated… as the peak combat power of Hell's Gate, aside from Roland, Locke indeed had no match—but even so, Yu Xin still wanted to warn about Feng Yi's terrifying capabilities, and that fighting him would likely lead to serious injury.

"Yu Xin, are you calling me?"

"Yes."

Yu Xin then conveyed a psychic message to Locke. Among the New Humans, those with the highest degree of brain domain development, X Ability Users, were not uncommon at Hell's Gate.

Locke nodded, instantly understanding the intent conveyed by Yu Xin. He propped his chin for a moment, his gaze at Feng Yi deepened, and he murmured, "It seems indeed a loss is imminent, but the opportunity to duel with the famous Revenge Shadow Rider is certainly a lifelong honor for any Martial Artist—very well, let's change the duel's style."

Everyone collectively broke into a sweat at his words, hey, hey... you're Master Locke, the great combat tutor of Hell's Gate. Even though you may not weigh as heavily on the world scale as monsters like Feng Yi and Kexiao, you're not far behind, why not give a little struggle before agreeing so readily.

"Ahem, Sir Feng Yi, how about a mental confrontation?"

"As long as it doesn't interfere with my drinking, feel free." Feng Yi shrugged, casually tossed a piece of beef into his mouth, savoring the taste.

By now the challenge had gradually turned into a chat, "Well… sir, this mental confrontation strictly speaking leans more towards my Illusion Technique; I'm serious, although it's not directly fighting, ordinary people find it hard to withstand, yet with your will it should pose no problem."

"Illusion?" Feng Yi paused mid-action of picking up food.

"Yes, what about it."

Feng Yi explained, "Illusions have no effect on me, try something else."

"How so?"

"It's hard to explain, rhythm presents itself in absolutely real form, or as absolutely false, any state can be altered by my will; if I deny the Illusion, it simply cannot work."

"And what is rhythm?"

"A state I'm currently in."

"Oh, I see, but how will you know my Illusion is ineffective unless you try."

"Alright then, let's begin."

This... the crowd stood stupefied, looking baffled... were they dueling or here for a chat to discuss topics?

Little did they know that while everyone was murmuring complaints, Locke's Illusion had already silently been unleashed, and everything familiar around them seemed to gradually blur, disappear, replaced by dense fog, the surrounding space seemingly undergoing physically inexplicable changes.

Glancing at Locke's direction, nothing was there, with the rest staring at each other blankly...

Including Feng Yi, still sitting in his original position, eating and drinking... when suddenly, the meat held by chopsticks visibly transformed, the previously cooked beef impossibly turning into raw meat.

This...

Feng Yi's actions also halted.

What surprised everyone even more was that even Mirami and Yu Xin were drawn into Locke's Illusion, because each of them could perceive the changes happening around them, and they could all see each other, which was enough to show that several people around were trapped in Locke's Illusion, truly a non-discriminatory strike.

As they looked toward the sky, a gray mist shrouded what was once a clear sunny day with clouds, and all the passersby and the shop owner had vanished without a trace, this...

"Looks like we're all caught in an Illusion," Vladimir remarked, glancing at the somewhat shocked Feng Yi.

At this moment, Feng Yi still in his daze, was staring at the meat held with chopsticks as if contemplating some life or philosophical problems, giving quite a comedic impression, but in the next second, everyone found themselves unable to laugh.

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