"Burp!" Gandalf's laughter came to a sudden halt for Hei Feng was getting closer and closer. He couldn't help but think, to fight or not to fight? Not that he couldn't fight, but the major problem was that he had sprained his ankle a few days ago. An even bigger issue was that his many disciples thought he was a sure-win and could teach this kid a lesson. Therefore, they watched as bystanders instead of seizing the opportunity to fight. Well, this was awkward.

"Hahaha, young man, haste makes waste, you know." Gandalf chuckled and nodded, "Hold on, my friend. I need to use the restroom."

Hei Feng was utterly bewildered. How could a hermit like Gandalf, who exuded such an aura of mastery, suddenly feel the need to use the restroom? Was he mistaken? Hei Feng shot a puzzled glance at Thunder Dragon, questioning the absurdity.

Thunder Dragon nodded, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile. Black Phoenix was unable to discern what was going on, but Thunder Dragon, with his formidable strength, could. As for Gandalf, he had once been a well-known figure in his youth, making quite a name for himself. His capabilities were commendable, but his time had passed. Not accepting his age would certainly bring him a great deal of trouble, he shall just wait and see.

The Heavenly Communication from Feng Yi abruptly rang. The source wasn't the Military Department or a friend, but the exclusive line from the Bounty Tribe division, sent personally by Headmaster Gandalf. It was open to A-level members and above, which made sense, as you would be useless there without reaching this level.

It had to be said that Gandalf did understand his own limitations. Dealing with one old guy was already quite a stretch for him, but how would he handle two or three? If he couldn't even discern Silver Moon and Thunder Dragon's true strength at this level, he might as well be dead. Especially Thunder Dragon, even he couldn't ascertain his realm. There could only be two possibilities: First, Thunder Dragon is an ordinary person, and there is no realm that can be examined. Secondly, Thunder Dragon's realm has surpassed Gandalf's, so he can't see it clearly. Nevertheless, both possibilities made Gandalf wary, hence he decided to contact the nearby members just in case.

After a short pause, Gandalf returned: "Young man, are you destined to spar with me?"

Hei Feng was no fool. If he didn't predict Gandalf's unease from the subtle clues, he'd be a complete waste. He said: "Dare you accept the challenge?"

"A true martial artist adheres to the principle of benevolence. It is often said that the benevolent are invincible. Treating your enemies with a heart full of kindness is indeed the broadmindedness of a martial artist. The key to the a true martial artist's realm lies in not being obsessed with material possessions or fixated on appearances. Hahaha, young man, do you understand these principles?"

"Quit the gibberish. Are you afraid? Are you gonna fight, old man?"

Gandalf fell silent, as uncomfortable as if he'd swallowed a fly during a high note of karaoke. Damn it, did they think bullying an old man was a piece of cake? If he did not fight, it was out of large-heartedness. If he chose to fight, it was simply not plausible. Last but not least, he was quite reluctant to risk his life at this age. Gandalf would never commit to a fight without a valid reason.

"Headmaster Gandalf, it's been a long time. How have you been?" A sudden voice chimed in.

"You, you brat!" Spotting Feng Yi, Gandalf leaped with excitement. His sudden enthusiasm made him momentarily forget Feng Yi's name.

Feng Yi was puzzled. As soon as he received the Heavenly Communication, he rushed over to find it was sent by Gandalf. Truth be told, as a behind-the-scenes boss, he had the authority to check and collect all Heavenly Communication sender identities, but he who hated troubles never bothered. It turned out; Gandalf was having a heated argument with a few people around him.

"Hey, cheeky boy, it's really you! Hurry up, hurry up, come. Be their opponent. No time for explanations." Gandalf pointed angrily at Hei Feng's group of three.

"Them?" Feng Yi looked at the group. No bragging, they seemed pretty weak. Except for the middle-aged man, the rest were barely of Blade Warrior caliber. Such opponents wouldn't make for an interesting fight. Of course, there was a chance he'd misjudged them. Human eyes weren't infallible after all. Although Feng Yi could estimate a person's abilities based on their breathing, rhythm, and muscle contraction intensity, it wasn't foolproof. For instance, Amelia, a seemingly frail woman, could pack a powerful punch that even stunned Feng Yi.

After months of external trials and tribulations, Feng Yi had grown rather indifferent to power. He said: "Hey, old man, won't you find me some stronger opponent?"

"Damn it, just fight!" Gandalf conveyed the gist of the situation through telepathy. His ancient martial arts technique, largely obsolete in the present era, was still comprehensible to Feng Yi, whose martial arts skills were also learned from Gandalf in his early years.

Upon realizing what was happening, he got on board. If the opponent wanted to fight, then fight it was.

Gandalf spoke: "Hahahaha... young man, defeating me is not impossible, but first, you must beat my disciple. Only then will you be eligible to challenge me."

"With him as an opponent? Humph!" Hei Feng sneered, taking action to strike down Feng Yi in an instant. Indeed, his movements were too swift for the naked eye.

Yet however quick Hei Feng;s attack was, his flying back was even faster. The so sudden reversal invoking a feeling of abruptness, it was as if Hei Feng had suddenly crashed into a mirror and got reflected back.

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