Chapter Ninety-One: The Reckoning

As tempers flared at the Luotian Grand Rite, and after the instant defeat of Zhang Lingyu and the scandal of Zhang Chulan’s staged loss, the matter involving Xiao Xiao had, for the moment, become the main attraction.

After that, the contest between Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing was likewise highly worth watching. In that atmosphere, the matches proceeded in steady, orderly fashion.

Beyond that, the bout involving Feng Shayan was also especially eye-catching.

“You’re Feng Zhenghao’s daughter?”

On the arena, Jia Zhengliang, with his blazing red hair and dressed in a jacket and shorts, appraised Feng Shayan across from him. She wore a tight athletic outfit that accentuated every curve of her figure.

“Jia Zhengyu’s younger brother?”

Feng Shayan was naturally familiar with Jia Zhengliang’s background.

A famous descendant of Jia Family Village in the northwest, and the younger brother of Jia Zhengyu, once a patron of the Under Heaven Society. There was no need to dwell on the enmity between the Under Heaven Society and Jia Zhengyu; this match was, in every sense, a clash of old grudges.

“I know,” Jia Zhengliang said. “I heard my brother was killed by one of your Under Heaven Society people. Since we’ve run into each other today, let’s settle everything at once.”

The reason Jia Zhengliang had left Jia Family Village and come to Dragon-Tiger Mountain was, on the one hand, to witness this great gathering of the younger generation, and on the other, to avenge his brother.

To Jia Zhengliang’s words, Feng Shayan let out a disdainful snort. “The one who killed your brother was indeed my father. But that was because he lacked respect and brought it upon himself. If you’re unhappy about it, you’re welcome to lay the blame at the Feng family’s door.”

“For a matter like this, it doesn’t warrant my father’s personal attention. Your brother’s revenge, I’ll take it on. Come on then, make your move.”

Feng Shayan stood there with imposing confidence, entirely unbothered. After all, the people of Jia Family Village had indeed died on Feng family territory, and her father had personally done the deed.

There was nothing to dispute about that.

The Feng family acted openly and answered for their deeds; they would not deny what had happened over something so minor.

Jia Zhengliang opposite her gave a cold smile. “Then I’ll gladly learn what the Feng family is capable of. After I beat you, I’ll go settle accounts with your father.”

He lifted the hem of his clothes and drew three throwing knives from the small of his back.

“Still, our Jia family has its own rules. Anyone from the clan who leaves the village—whatever the reason—if they die out there, then it only means they weren’t skilled enough.”

“So today, this can only count as a personal grudge between me and your Feng family.”

“It has nothing to do with Jia Family Village.”

Before the formal clash began, Jia Zhengliang still made sure to say his piece and separate the family from the matter.

Hearing this, Feng Shayan smiled. “I don’t care. Whether it’s you or Jia Family Village, if you want revenge for Jia Zhengyu, our Feng family will take it on at any time. We won’t drag Jia Family Village into it either.”

Jia Family Village was a western power, but it had remained neutral for many years. In ordinary times, it rarely appeared before the public, much less made enemies.

Among the people of Jia Family Village, Jia Zhengyu had been one of the more active ones, and his reputation was by no means small.

“Fine.”

Since this was a grudge match, there was no great point in saying more. After a few exchanges, the atmosphere gradually heated up, tense as drawn swords.

Feng Shayan and Jia Zhengliang were both strong contenders in this match, and with the added weight of their old grievance, the mood was driven to the very peak.

The spectators below erupted into cheers.

“Go on, Jia Zhengliang!”

“Feng Shayan, beat him up!”

“…”

Ye Yan leaned against the railing, a can of cola in his left hand and a cigarette between the fingers of his right, watching the fierce battle unfold below together with Feng Zhenghao.

“That kid from the Jia family is pretty good,” Feng Zhenghao said. “Not only does he know how far to go when causing trouble, he’s strong as well. His object-control technique is leagues beyond his brother’s. He’s a rare talent.”

Hearing that, Ye Yan smiled faintly. “Uncle Feng, he came all this way looking to settle a blood debt with you. You still have a heart for talent?”

“It’s one thing to settle a blood debt, but that Jia family boy really is excellent. If I could recruit him into the Under Heaven Society, it would be perfect.” Feng Zhenghao sighed helplessly.

As for recruiting retainers, he had always possessed a strange kind of obsession. Retainers of every sort, all kinds and varieties, he liked to recruit them all.

It was almost like a collector’s habit.

Ye Yan had always found that rather peculiar.

“Uncle Feng, you’ve already beaten his brother to death, and you’re still thinking about bringing the kid into your organization?”

“Well…”

“I was only saying.”

If not for that matter with Jia Zhengyu, a young prodigy like Jia Zhengliang would never have been let slip through Feng Zhenghao’s fingers.

But now, it was only a passing remark.

“Xiao Ye, then what do you think? Between Shayan and that Jia family boy, who has the better chance of winning?”

“Hard to say. Shayan’s Hundred-Step Fist takes the path of overwhelming force and uncanny trickery, while the Jia family’s object-control art is no weak thing either. If the two really collide…”

“It’s hard to say who will come out on top.”

While the two were talking, the battle below had already exploded into full force.

Jia Zhengliang’s twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Daggers swept through the air like meteors chasing the moon, driving Feng Shayan to run the length of the arena.

Relying on the peculiar nature of her Hundred-Step Fist, Feng Shayan always found some unexpected opening to land a punch on Jia Zhengliang.

Their struggle was fierce. Though it lacked the feel of raw flesh-on-flesh brawling, it seemed even more ruthless, even more bloody.

Under such circumstances, the crowd below was thoroughly roused.

Wild cheers rang out.

Perhaps because this was a grudge match, their attacks were exceptionally ferocious. They even used exchanges of injury for the sake of a killing blow, vicious beyond measure.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already traded several rounds of offense. Either Feng Shayan was cut open, or Jia Zhengliang was knocked back.

With his own daughter at the center of the fight, how could Feng Zhenghao, as her father, possibly stay calm?

After yet another exchange, Feng Shayan’s shoulder, neck, and thigh were raked by sharp, bloody slashes, sending up several sprays of blood. Jia Zhengliang, meanwhile, took a punch from Feng Shayan squarely on the bridge of the nose and was blasted several meters away, crashing heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, Feng Zhenghao could no longer remain composed. He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted downward,

“That’s enough, Jia family boy. Your brother Jia Zhengyu died by my hand. If you have anything to say, come at me. Your fight with Shayan should stop at this point.”

Hearing Feng Zhenghao’s words, Jia Zhengliang, rising from the ground, only gave a cold laugh and said nothing.

This peer of Feng Shayan’s had already fully ignited his competitive spirit. He could not possibly admit defeat so easily, so he pressed on.

With hatred fueling them both, the battle grew ever more intense.

By this point, Feng Zhenghao no longer cared about appearances. He leaped down from the high platform.

Standing between the two, Feng Zhenghao blocked Jia Zhengliang’s flying daggers with his left hand and intercepted Feng Shayan’s surging Hundred-Step Fist with his right…