"You, you little...!" Exclaimed Gandalf as he abruptly jumped to his feet in excitement upon seeing Feng Yi, so excited that he forgot Feng Yi's name.

Feng Yi was also very puzzled as to why he'd received a message from Heavenly Communication only to find out it was sent from this old man. As the owner of Mu Tou, he had the privilege of checking the identity of the sender of Heavenly Communication messages, yet Feng Yi had always been a person who dislikes hassle. So, he merely fetched the message. But on arriving, he saw Gandalf and a few individuals quarreling, faces red and necks tense.

"Hey, you brat, it really is you, hurry up, you have to be their opponent. No time for explanations," Gandalf shouted at Hei Feng and two other people.

"Them?" Feng Yi looked at them. To be frank, they seemed weak. Other than the middle-aged man, the rest were no better than a Blade Warrior at best. Such opponents would not be worthwhile to bother with, but appearances could be deceiving, as human eyes are not omnipotent. Although Feng Yi could generally judge a person's strength based on their breathing, rhythm, and muscular contraction, it was not always accurate, like in the case of Amelia. She appeared weak, but her explosive strength had surprised even Feng Yi.

Having tested his strength outside for so long, Feng Yi had grown indifferent to mere displays of power. "I say old man, you could have at least found me more formidable opponents," he said.

"You... brat. Just fight!" Gandalf explained the current situation telepathically in quick fashion. Although this legendary ancient martial arts technique had almost disappeared in modern times, Feng Yi could still understand it, given that he had learned the technique from Gandalf years ago.

Upon understanding the circumstances, there was nothing more to say. If they wanted to fight, then so be it.

It was Gandalf who then spoke up, "Ha ha ha, young man, if you wish to defeat me, you can try. But first, you must beat my disciple. Only then will you qualify to challenge me."

"Just him? Hmph." Hei Feng scoffed, and in an instant, he lunged towards Feng Yi intending to take him down with a single blow. His speed was incredibly fast, nearly impossible to track with the naked eye.

While Hei Feng's attack was fast, his speed at being repelled was even faster, creating a shockwave. It seemed as if Hei Feng suddenly hit an invisible wall and was reflected back.

Feng Yi felt helpless; this level of strength was already recognized as top-tier among ordinary people. But his own power level had advanced further several months ago. He believed he could take on the strongest warriors in the world, let alone those of this caliber.

Initially, it was Hei Feng who sent his adversaries flying effortlessly, but when faced with Feng Yi, he found himself being flung away within a single match. Silver Moon and Thunder Dragon could not make sense of their encounter; they hadn't considered the possibility of Hei Feng being defeated so swiftly.

He couldn't believe that a masters-level opponent would suddenly appear in the Federation. Silver Moon didn't believe it either, and the usually discreet woman began to request a match with Feng Yi.

But Thunder Dragon shook his head before finally saying, "Not yet, you're not ready to be his opponent."

"What?!" Silver Moon was shocked at Thunder Dragon's response. He had always been someone who never backed down from any challenge and had always pushed her to complete tasks at all costs. Yet now, was he saying that she wasn't Feng Yi's match? It was unprecedented.

Silver Moon asked again, "Thunder Dragon, what did you just say?"

"Listen closely. As you are now, you can't beat him. He's not someone to be trifled with. We need to investigate him thoroughly, if we can manage."

"If we can manage, what does that mean?" Silver Moon retorted.

Thunder Dragon replied, "For instance, conducting the investigation without disrupting our civilian lives, can you understand my words?"

"Yes, but I still wish to challenge him."

Thunder Dragon shook his head with a wry smile, "Perhaps this is just your futuristic stubbornness. I can't stop you from fighting him, as it will only fuel your determination. As it's your personal choice, I'll let you proceed. Just try not to lose too miserably. There's no room for compassion or favoritism in a warrior's eyes."

Seeing the slender figure of Silver Moon approaching, Feng Yi waved her off, "You won't be able to beat me, let that one take your place."

"How can you be so sure I can't beat you without even fighting?"

"Well..." Feng Yi was at a loss for words, "If I were to give an explanation, it would be how you see them." He motioned to the audience below, apologizing for his remark.

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