At the same time, Du Qing's face contorted to an extreme degree of ferocity. He gritted his teeth fiercely, and the true breath within his body surged explosively! Immediately afterward, with a powerful slap of his right hand, he lunged towards Du Fei like a mad dog!

"You little b*stard! Die!"

"True breath detonation! Du Qing has gone mad!" Those in the VIP seats were in complete shock!

After detonating one's true breath, one's strength could instantly double. However, the aftermath would be bedridden recuperation for at least half a year. The severe consequences were well-known to all. Unless it was a life-and-death struggle, no one would resort to it lightly.

"You even taught him this! You really do treat this grandson exceptionally well!" Du Zhentian's face changed, his fierce gaze landing on Du Zhenfeng. "If anything happens to Du Fei, you don't need to stay any longer, you old geezer!"

"B*stard—" Seeing that words had no effect, Du Xuanfeng's stomped his foot heavily, and he too rapidly dashed towards the stage. "Du Fei, dodge quickly—"

However, despite Du Xuanfeng's quick actions, it was a second too late. In almost a blink of an eye, Du Qing had already lunged in front of Du Fei, hitting him fiercely!

"Great Sorrow Hand!"

His face contorted in rage, and the aura was cold and formidable!

Facing this move, Du Fei revealed a hint of a scornful smile as if he expected it. Immediately after, he subtly shifted his figure!

"Breaking Air Dash! Second Dash!"

"Whiz whiz whiz—"

The moment his inner voice echoed, Du Fei's figure abruptly split into two illusions. He was so fast that even the empowered Du Qing's attack had missed. Then, the two illusions converged again, attacking both Du Qing's front and back at the same time!

"Pfft—"

As the two shadow fists landed, Du Qing's head jerked violently as if he was having a stroke, and he spewed out a mixture of blood and flesh. The bones throughout his body made cracking sounds, and from his skin, blood began to rapidly gush out, turning him instantly into a bloody figure!

Simultaneously, the two images of Du Fei merged into one. With his right leg lashing out ferociously, he struck Du Qing's face.

With that kick, Du Qing's body was like a leaf caught in a strong wind. Under the watchful and shocked eyes of many, he landed outside of the arena.

Du Xuanfeng landed on the platform, his eyes filled with astonishment. After a brief moment, he swiftly glanced at Du Qing and couldn't help but let out a gentle sigh.

At this point, the victor was clear!

"Qing'er!"

In the midst of complete silence in the arena, a furious roar suddenly erupted from the VIP seats. Soon, a seemingly crazed figure rushed down frantically, lifting up Du Qing. Following that, a voice filled with rage resonated throughout the arena!

"You brat! You've crippled Qing'er!"

"Today, you will pay with your life!"

As his voice resonated, the aged figure reached Du Fei in just a blink of an eye. His withered right hand formed a claw, which swiftly descended towards Du Fei's head.

Du Fei was caught off guard, and he quickly retreated. However, the clawed hand did not hesitate and continued its descent!

"Du Zhenfeng!"

Another figure appeared in a flash. With a slight tug, he pulled Du Fei behind him, immediately meeting the descending claw with his palm!

"Back off!"

"Boom—"

A shockwave of immense force spread out in all directions, causing even the platform to shift slightly. Amidst the astonished looks from the audience, the figures of Du Zhentian and Du Zhenfeng emerged!

"Thud, thud, thud—"

Du Zhenfeng quickly took a few steps back, his face flushing momentarily before regaining its composure. He stared intently at Du Zhentian, his expression changing unpredictably.

"Du Zhenfeng, how dare you launch a personal attack against a younger member of the Du Family in front of this large audience! It seems you're not afraid of disgracing our Du Family's reputation even more!" Du Zhentian spoke with a cold tone, wearing a menacing expression.

"Ha ha ha ha! Personal attack?" Du Zhenfeng's face showed deep sorrow, "This brat has broken all the meridians in my grandson's body! From now on, he's nothing but a cripple! So what if it was personal? Today, whoever dares to stop me, I'll kill them!"

"Even if you are the patriarch, so what?"

With those words, the atmosphere in the arena instantly became tense!

"Good! Good! Very good!" Du Zhentian exclaimed in furious laughter, "It seems that the Third Elder truly doesn't regard me, the patriarch, with any importance! Since we're going to head to head today, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Impolite?" Du Zhenfeng sneered, "For the sake of one clan member, it seems the Lord Patriarch is ready to turn against me!"

As his words fell, Du Zhenfeng fiercely stomped his foot, and a faint blue glow instantly emerged from him. As he stepped out, his figure burst forth like lightning, his palm fiercely descending towards the top of Du Zhentian's head.

At this moment, his strength as an Eighth-grade Martial Artist was revealed to all!

"Turn against you?" Du Zhentian chuckled, "In the Clan Contest, casualties are of no concern! Don't you understand this, Du Zhenfeng? Or are you suggesting, with the strength of a high-ranked Eighth-grade Martial Artist, you think you can overcome anything?"

Having said that, Du Zhentian lightly waved his right hand, his flowing sleeve whipping out in accordance with his movement. Then—

"Boom—"

Du Zhenfeng's figure in mid-air suddenly trembled. His face turned red, and he spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood, crashing in front of the VIP seats.

Du Zhenfeng, a high-ranked Eighth-grade Martial Artist, was defeated in just one move?

The two other Du Family elders, who were initially preparing to intervene, momentarily froze. But then, a look of delight appeared on their faces.

"Seventh-grade Martial Artist—"

As he struggled to get up, Du Zhenfeng looked at Du Zhentian with horror, his face filled with shock, and his mind in turmoil.

He had always thought that after advancing to a high-ranked Eighth-grade Martial Artist, he would be the top figure in the Du Family. But to his surprise, Du Zhentian was already a Seventh-grade Martial Artist!

"Do you think I can stop you now?" Du Zhentian asked with a slight smile, his hands behind his back.

Hearing this, Du Zhenfeng's expression changed for a moment. Shortly after, he took a deep breath, regaining his composure. "It was my mistake for acting recklessly today! It was only because my grandson was crippled that I lost control of my emotions. I hope that you will forgive me, Lord Patriarch. I'll take my leave!"

As he finished speaking, Du Zhenfeng slightly waved his hand. From the crowd of the Du Family, several figures quickly emerged. After giving a slight bow to Du Zhentian, they quickly carried Du Qing away.

Du Zhenfeng merely sneered coldly, his icy gaze briefly settling on Du Fei before he turned away with a flick of his sleeve.

The sudden conflict dissipated as quickly as it had begun.

After a faint smile, Du Zhentian bowed slightly in all directions, casually saying, "I apologize for the little disturbance caused by the Du Family that alarmed everyone present!"

"Not at all! Not at all!"

"Patriarch Du, you are too polite!"

"Patriarch Du, there's no need for such courtesy!"

Hearing this, the individuals in the VIP seats snapped out of their shock, each giving a slight bow in acknowledgment.

If the appearance of a prodigy like Du Fei from the Du Family was merely surprising, then the fact that Du Zhentian had reached the strength of a Seventh-grade Martial Artist undoubtedly stirred anxiety in everyone's hearts.

Previously, the three major figures in Buyue City only boasted high-ranked Eighth-grade Martial Artists at best. This balance maintained a state of peaceful coexistence. But now, with Du Zhentian revealing his strength so openly, who knows what impact it would have on Buyue City? The three-way balance might no longer exist, right?

After a brief bow, Du Zhentian returned to the VIP seating, closing his eyes to recuperate. Had they not witnessed the earlier scene, few would believe that when provoked, he could be so utterly ruthless.

At this moment, all the attention once again converged onto the arena.

Inhaling slightly, Du Fei felt somewhat relieved. Earlier, the bone-chilling danger almost triggered the system to automatically activate again. Thankfully, Du Zhentian intervened at the last moment. Otherwise, Du Fei wasn't certain if he would have survived.

Regardless, it seemed that he now had a personal grudge with the Third Elder!

Yet, Du Fei had no regrets.

If he was not harmed, he would not harm others!

If someone dared to step on him and he showed no reaction, wouldn't that make him completely useless?

"Cough—"

Du Xuanfeng coughed lightly. After a moment, he clapped his hands and coldly announced, "The results of the Du Family's Clan Contest are crystal clear! Du Fei is the top contender of this Clan Contest and is henceforth recognized as one of the Du Family's core disciples!"

Regarding the somewhat unexpected outcome, not many showed surprise. After all, if they were to be shocked, they would have been already. What many people lamented upon was that the Du Family seemed to have produced another unparalleled prodigy.

...

"Young Master, I knew you'd win!" Below the arena, Little Ai quickly approached with a bright smile on her face.

Gazing at the young girl's pretty face, Du Fei's heartbeat suddenly quickened. After a moment, he rubbed his nose and casually said, "It was expected. If I couldn't even handle Du Qing, what could I possibly accomplish in the future?"

"Tsk—" The girl snorted and then pinched Du Fei's waist, whispering into his ear while exhaling softly, "Impressive indeed, Young Master... but remember, I grew up with you. Just three months ago, you didn't know a thing about martial technique. Now you're this skilled... Tell me! What have you been hiding from me?"

Tickled by her breath, Du Fei turned and gave her slightly raised buttocks a slap, murmuring, "What could I be hiding? Speaking of which, aren't you now at the ninth level of body forging? And you've kept that a secret from me for so long! I haven't even settled the score with you! Yet you still want to settle this with me now?"

With her cheeks flushed from Du Fei's slap, Little Ai quickly stepped back, mumbling, "Alright! Alright, Young Master, it's my fault for hiding it from you. But it was the Old Master's orders, and I had to obey! As for your secret..."

"I don't have time for this. I need to go and treat my wounds," Finding the best excuse, Du Fei didn't linger around any longer. He dusted off his hands and quickly left.

Watching Du Fei's departing figure, Little Ai hesitated for a moment before murmuring, "Something seems off with the Young Master lately... Could it be that he encountered some sort of fortuitous event after returning to the Du Family? A while ago, he even got involved in alchemy. Did he perhaps meet an alchemist willing to help refine his body? The Old Master did mention that with the help of an alchemist, Young Master..."

Thinking of this, Little Ai slightly furrowed her brows, deep in thought. After a moment, a relieved expression appeared on her face. "No matter what, I will always be his Little Ai, and he will always be my Young Master... Regardless of what adventures he has encountered or how he has changed, as long as he remains the same, it's fine!"

The young girl smiled sweetly, revealing an incredibly dazzling and charming grin. This made the hearts of the young boys secretly watching her race, as if their hearts had leapt to their throats...