Round 2

Even though Hou Mengyao had advanced his cultivation, Feng Fan remained brimming with confidence. With his trusty brick back at his side and his own cultivation reaching new heights, he felt unstoppable.

He was certain that the current him could crush his past self with just a single slap. The gap between the two versions of himself was immeasurable.

Not only had all his previous techniques become sharper and more refined, but a brand-new technique had been imprinted into his mind during his breakthrough. Unfortunately, he hadn't had the time to master it yet, so he couldn't use it against Hou Mengyao.

As Hou Mengyao and Feng Fan prepared to clash, a firm voice broke through the tension.

"Fanfan! You better not dare hurt him!" Xue Qiang flew from above, placing herself between the two men.

Her spear pointed directly at Hou Mengyao without a shred of hesitation. Even though she knew she wasn't his match, her eyes burned with defiance.