Hua Wushuang suddenly stepped forward to say this, naturally after hearing about last night's events, combined with the rumors floating around.

If it were just one or two people, it wouldn't matter, but Hua Wushuang noticed that the matter about Li Feng seemed to be well-known by everyone suddenly, and there were even people deliberately slandering him.

How could he not see that someone was doing this on purpose?

Otherwise, if it were simply that Li Feng defeated Liao Qingyang, certainly not everyone would be talking about Li Feng, while avoiding Liao Qingyang.

As for who it is.

Hua Wushuang had a general idea, though he had no evidence, so he couldn't say it outright, but he understood that this matter still had something to do with them, and Li Feng was suffering an undeserved misfortune.

Li Feng looked at Hua Wushuang and smirked.

"Heh, I know who spread those rumors, it's not related to you, I'm aware."

He came to Chang Kong, and the number of people he offended was very few, so it was easy to deduce and eliminate one by one, leaving the person behind these schemes.

As for the motive.

Does ten billion count?

Does becoming someone's subordinate out of nowhere count?

Moreover, that hotel was an asset of the other party, and even though the National Martial Arts Circle isn't that pure, it's not that gossipy either, and such damaging information isn't something regular martial artists could get their hands on.

"Mm."

Hua Wushuang nodded at Li Feng; since the latter knew who it was, there was no need to mention the name, both parties understood each other tacitly.

"In this Martial Arts Tournament, I'll personally resolve this trouble, and the Xingyi Sect is not easily bullied either."

As they spoke.

The battle in the ring suddenly changed.

Chen Jialuo, who had been dominating and pressing on Luo Qingyun, suddenly flew backward, like a kite with a broken string, graceful in flight, but astute observers knew.

It was over.

Chen Jialuo's Eight-step Mysterious Trace was indeed strong; with Mist Steps paired with Mysterious Fist, it could absolutely throw opponents into disarray, and if their strength was inadequate, they'd be scattered.

Yet despite Chen Jialuo's rapid attacks, he couldn't bring down Luo Qingyun, which meant Chen Jialuo had no more chances.

Luo Qingyun's steadiness was like a mountain, impossible to overcome.

Wudang Tai Chi Diagram's defense was completely a 360-degree impenetrable barrier, leaving people in despair. Li Feng managed to defeat Liao Qingyang, but there was no clear victor—it was simply Liao Qingyang falling out of the ring, not being defeated by Li Feng.

Chen Jialuo, taking two steps back to stop, looked at Luo Qingyun with incredibly complex eyes.

"Want to continue?"

Luo Qingyun calmly stood with one hand behind his back, lifting his eyes to look over.

Chen Jialuo looked at the other party's demeanor, truly wanting to rush up and smack him, but he knew he couldn't.

He had just given it everything, employing all his life's learnings, while his opponent didn't even stop him, let alone interrupt him.

The opponent allowed him to make his moves, accepting them one by one.

What is it that makes someone despair?

It's when you give your all, yet the opponent accepts all your techniques with calm indifference.

So strong that you don't know what to do next.

"I lost."

Chen Jialuo wasn't the type to be shameless and persistent, insisting on entangling until he's beaten to a pulp before admitting defeat.

In such a case, the loss would be total and thorough.

At least now, he could still retain some dignity.

"Wudang Tai Chi, truly a renown throughout the world."

After speaking, Chen Jialuo conceded to the referee and, upon confirmation, swiftly turned around and left the stage.

"Luo Qingyun wins."

In the first match of the top thirty-two, Wudang's Luo Qingyun wins.

Li Feng looked at Luo Qingyun; this guy was no less formidable than Liao Qingyang. If he encountered Wudang people again, winning wouldn't be easy.

Moreover, the order in the third round would change, and the opponent might differ.

However, Li Feng had a premonition that encountering Wudang again wasn't unlikely.

The second match of the second round started shortly after, with two participants from martial arts families, a battle that lasted more than ten minutes to determine the winner.

However, it ended in a double-fisted outcome.

"Li Feng, you're up next."

Tie Xuan noticed the two on stage dividing into victor and loser, and turned to look at Li Feng, according to the schedule, Li Feng was in the third match.

"Hmph!"

Not far away, Liu Zaiye glanced at Li Feng, snorted lightly, and walked towards the ring.

In the Grand Martial Arts Arena, after a brief pause, the referee directly announced the next match.

"Hey, before I defeat you, don't lose too early, you're mine."

Xiao Xi looked at Li Feng and said.

Li Feng waved his hand back to her, stepping towards the ring, leaping up onto the stage.

Liu Zaiye had already gone up first, sizing up Li Feng: "Heh, don't say I didn't give you a chance, you can still surrender now."

Li Feng stretched his muscles, raised his eyes to look at Liu Zaiye.

"You really are noisy."

"Referee, can we start?"

Li Feng turned his head toward the referee.

The referee turned to Liu Zaiye, who nodded.

"Match, begin."

After the referee's announcement, he directly left the stage.

"Isn't this kid the son of Old Liu from the Eight Diagrams Sect? I heard Old Liu say his son has surpassed the master."

"Yes, this Liu kid indeed has exceptional bone structure, and Old Liu didn't spare any medicinal resources, training his muscles and bones from a young age, making this kid's body like iron and bones."

"Moreover, this kid is naturally gifted, with arms half a length longer than average; don't underestimate that length, it enhances the power of his Eight Diagrams Palm even more."

"No wonder Old Liu always praises his son."

The National Martial Arts Circle is already small, and the Eight Diagrams Sect, renowned in the world, is on par with the Xingyi Sect, an important school in martial arts, although not as prestigious as Wudang and Shaolin."

"This Eight Diagrams Liu Zaiye has quite something to show."

Zhang Sanfeng squinted at the stage: "Hey, Kunlun, who do you think will win this match?"

The Kunlun Sect is considered quite low-key among the major sects, with disciples rarely going out into the world, so external understanding about Kunlun is limited.

This time, Kunlun sending people to the Martial Arts Tournament already surprised many.

Mo Nan lifted his head, looking through the brim of his hat at the stage.

"Hard to say."

"Heh, what's hard to say? Just say one, it's not like I'm betting money against you."

"Even if you're wrong, you won't lose anything, at most I'll think less of you, but I guess you wouldn't care either, right?"

"Come on, tell me, which one are you rooting for?"

Zhang Sanfeng continued to press, relentless.

Mo Nan glanced at Zhang Sanfeng.

"Not interested."

"Also, stay one meter away from me."

"Oh, one meter away, what if I get closer?"

Zhang Sanfeng didn't seem to move, yet suddenly his body appeared within one meter of Mo Nan, looking curiously at Mo Nan, whose face was hidden by a hat.

"Speaking of which, have you always liked wearing hats?"

As Zhang Sanfeng spoke, he lifted his hand towards Mo Nan's hat.

But in that instant.

Mo Nan raised his eyes, and an invisible Sword Qi blocked Zhang Sanfeng's approaching hand, instantly cutting Zhang Sanfeng's nail.

"Eh!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at his slightly long nail being directly chopped off. If he was even a millimeter closer, it wouldn't just be the nail, but his finger.

The atmosphere suddenly became a bit tense.

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