Chapter 136: The Elegance of That Shot

Hearing a sharp hiss behind him, followed by a sudden surge of heat, Chu Feng realized that the disc-shaped object in Dong Zhuo’s hand was no trivial matter. The intense golden beam it emitted possessed enough thermal power to melt vast swathes of solid ice in an instant.

When Dong Zhuo’s first strike missed, he channeled his internal energy, causing another circular beam of golden light to scatter from the disc’s surface, aimed at the rapidly maneuvering Chu Feng.

*Hiss!*

There was another sound of vaporizing steam. Just an instant before the golden light could touch him, Chu Feng utilized his Gale Steps to dodge away.

For a time, Dong Zhuo stood his ground, using the golden disc to unleash beams of intense light to attack, while Chu Feng darted across the icy surface with his Gale Steps.

Because the light emitted by Dong Zhuo’s device was so scorching, the female warriors watching from the sidelines instinctively retreated several yards to avoid being caught in the crossfire. Only two people did not retreat; instead, they stepped forward. These two were Yu Zui and Bai Naizhao. They shared the same concern: the golden disc was too mysterious, and if Chu Feng were to encounter danger, they would step in to save him.

"Young Master Dong Zhuo possesses two great golden weapons: the Golden Staff-Whip and this Golden Light Disc. For Chu Feng to force him to reveal the disc, even if he is reduced to ash in the next moment, it would be a death well-earned!"

"Exactly! I wager that within fifteen breaths, Young Master Dong Zhuo will leave Chu Feng either dead or crippled!"

"With Young Master Dong Zhuo’s methods, why fifteen breaths? Ten are enough!"

Seeing that Dong Zhuo was unharmed and clearly held the upper hand in the fight, his three retainers regained their bravado.

"I think Dong Zhuo is nothing but a flashy ornament. He’s wasting such a fine weapon, unable to tap into its true combat power, and poses no real threat to Young Master Chu."

"That’s right! Young Master Chu is just playing with him to see what other tricks he has. Do these people actually think Dong Zhuo has the upper hand?"

"Heh, I think within ten breaths, it will be Young Master Chu who leaves Dong Zhuo either dead or crippled!"

The female warriors were not to be outdone. Since Chu Feng was fighting for them, they naturally wanted to cheer him on and deflate the arrogance of Dong Zhuo and his men.

The three retainers did not argue back, but as they watched the duel, their brows began to furrow. On the battlefield, although Dong Zhuo had the advantage of attacking from a stationary position, Chu Feng’s Gale Steps were far too erratic. Not only were his movements unpredictable, but he was also constantly conjuring howling wind pillars. Dong Zhuo found it difficult to land a hit, and instead had to be wary of Chu Feng’s wind attacks.

The boastings of his own retainers were, in fact, creating pressure for Dong Zhuo—he was not at all confident that he could kill or cripple Chu Feng within ten breaths! If Chu Feng remained unscathed after ten breaths, his retainers might be fine, but Dong Zhuo would lose all face.

*Whoosh! Whoosh!*

Chu Feng stepped and turned, moving across the ice as if he were taking a leisurely stroll. Although Dong Zhuo’s golden beams were fierce, they were always a beat slower than Chu Feng, possessing only sound and fury.

Panicked, Dong Zhuo dodged a pincer attack from two wind pillars. Seeing Chu Feng closing the distance, his heart raced; the ten breaths had surely passed, and Chu Feng was becoming increasingly difficult to handle.

"Dong Zhuo, was your face molded by a donkey’s backside? Ten breaths have passed, and you still have the nerve to fight? I think you should slap your boastful retainers twice first!" Bai Naizhao shouted loudly.

*Whoosh!*

Suddenly, a large patch of ice was vaporized into mist by the golden light, and Chu Feng surged through the fog.

*Swish!*

Under the cover of a funnel-shaped wind pillar, Chu Feng executed his Soul-Severing Thrust. Dragging a long trail of afterimages, he instantly closed the distance to Dong Zhuo’s face!

"Ah? Chu Feng! You..."

Dong Zhuo was struck with terror; he had not expected Chu Feng to move so quickly. The Golden Light Disc was designed for long-range combat—unless an opponent possessed movement as erratic as Chu Feng’s, they could not get near. But in close quarters, it was useless, as the intense light could easily harm the wielder himself.

*Crack!*

Just as Dong Zhuo, in his alarm, prepared to fight for his life, a sharp crack echoed from his wrist!

Chu Feng had snapped Dong Zhuo’s wrist and snatched the Golden Light Disc from his grasp. His technique was too fast and too fierce—a thunderous, lightning-quick motion. Before Dong Zhuo could even channel his internal energy to defend his body, his wrist was broken and his weapon was gone.

"Chu Feng! You!"

Seeing the Golden Light Disc taken away, the pain in Dong Zhuo’s heart eclipsed the pain in his broken wrist. In his desperation, he blurted out, "Give that back to me!"

"Haha! That is truly hilarious!"

"Indeed! I never realized Dong Zhuo could be so adorable!"

As soon as those words left Dong Zhuo’s mouth, the surrounding female warriors burst into laughter. They found him pathetically naive to think Chu Feng would simply return the weapon. Was this a side effect of being stunned earlier?

Chu Feng couldn't help but smile, saying, "You’re heartbroken that I took your disc? If I were to take your life right now, wouldn't that hurt even more?"

Dong Zhuo’s expression stiffened. He said in a low voice, "Chu Feng, I’ve fallen into your hands today. I’ll admit you’re ruthless, and I have nothing more to say! Return the golden disc, and we shall go our separate ways. From now on, we won't interfere with each other!"

"Heh!" Chu Feng gave a speechless laugh and asked, "Dong Zhuo, how old are you?"

"Sixteen!"

"Sixteen? Then in these sixteen years, you haven't grown a single bit of intelligence—only a face that begs to be smashed!" Chu Feng sneered.

"Chu Feng, I’m done talking! Are you returning the Golden War Disc or not? If you don't, even if you had ten lives, they wouldn't be enough for my brother, Dong Zhe, to kill!"

Although his spirit had been crushed by the broken wrist, Dong Zhuo remained arrogant, his demeanor even more imposing than Chu Feng’s. Seeing Chu Feng’s eyes fill with murderous intent, the middle-aged retainer whispered, "Young Master Dong Zhuo, in my opinion, let's just forget about the disc and leave! Let's go..."

"What are you afraid of?" Dong Zhuo glared at Chu Feng. "Chu Feng, let me tell you, if you dare to kill me, I guarantee you won't make it back to the Nine Mountains and Eighteen Veins!"

"Is that so?" Chu Feng smiled coldly. "Let me tell you something, too: not only will I kill you, Dong Zhuo, but your brother Dong Zhe won't escape death either!"

"How dare you!" Dong Zhuo bellowed.

*Boom!*

Without another word, Chu Feng grabbed Dong Zhuo by the chest with a palm infused with internal energy and tossed him into the air. As Dong Zhuo’s body soared, a flash of thunderous light appeared in Chu Feng’s hand, revealing the Thunder-Breaking Wind Spear.

The next moment, Chu Feng thrust the spear toward the sky.

*Thwack!*

The tip of the Thunder-Breaking Wind Spear caught up to Dong Zhuo’s airborne body, piercing through his groin and exiting through the top of his head in a single, brutal motion. In the blink of an eye, the once-arrogant Dong Zhuo was skewered through by Chu Feng’s spear, his body dangling like a piece of roasted meat.

"Ah!" The nearby retainer was so shocked that he collapsed onto the ice, paralyzed with terror.