"Are you the kid that the King of Hell was looking for?"
The man looked at Lu Yang and asked directly, speaking fluent Hua Country language.
"That's right, who are you?"
Lu Yang asked the man.
"Hahaha, I can't believe that after being trapped here for ten years, no one has heard of my great name anymore. It seems today I need to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys!"
The man's mouth curved into a grin, laughing heartily as he continued, "My name is Wang Feng, known as the King of the Northwest. I was the Grandmaster of Martial Arts in the Great Northwest back in the day. I've killed countless people in my life. It was just an accident that I was captured and brought here by King of Hell and others!"
"King of Hell said that if I defeat you, he will let me leave. Kid, either get out of the way or die. You choose!"
The man who called himself Wang Feng said coldly.
"King of the Northwest? Those who dare to call themselves that probably have some skill. I just don't know if your skill is enough to live up to those three words!"
Lu Yang sneered, appearing nonchalant, but his body was already prepared to act at any moment. This was tactics: despise the enemy in thought, but take them seriously in action.
"Hmph, seeking death!"
The King of the Northwest snorted and attacked directly. His strength lay in his palms. King of the Northwest Wang Feng's most formidable signature technique was the Cotton Palm. It looked soft and yielding, but its power was incredibly potent. Wherever the palm struck, the Qi followed, making it extraordinarily powerful. Countless experts had underestimated the King of the Northwest's Cotton Palm and ultimately died by it, their internal organs shattered by a single palm strike.
As the Cotton Palm was unleashed, the King of the Northwest's palms moved like a woman's hands in the air, then rapidly attacked Lu Yang.
"You actually cultivate such a soft and feminine style of martial arts, which truly clashes with your title of King of the Northwest. I wonder if you crowned yourself King of the Northwest, or if the martial world bestowed that title upon you!"
Lu Yang sneered and directly threw a punch, smashing it towards the King of the Northwest.
Lu Yang used the Hard Qi Fist, using hardness to overcome softness, and speed to counter slowness, precisely to break through the King of the Northwest's Cotton Palm.
However, the King of the Northwest's Cotton Palm had decades of cultivation. With Lu Yang's current combat experience, breaking it was extremely difficult. Soon, Lu Yang was entangled by the Cotton Palm, and it took him a long time to break free.
"Kid, your strength is great, but your experience is too little. To break free from my Cotton Palm, you're not strong enough yet!"
The King of the Northwest spoke as he continuously exerted his power. Within a few minutes, the entire space was filled with the Qi of the Cotton Palm. As long as one was slightly careless and touched by the Cotton Palm's Qi, they would be injured.
This was the Qi accumulated by the King of the Northwest over decades, and it was absolutely not easy to resolve.
"Kid, surrender obediently, or I'll make sure you have no place to be buried!"
The King of the Northwest snorted and delivered another soft palm strike towards Lu Yang's chest.
The palm waved gently in the air, absorbing all the air in the space before erupting towards Lu Yang like a cascading waterfall, possessing immense power.
Seeing the immense power of this palm strike, Lu Yang had no choice but to unleash his cultivation to forcibly crush the King of the Northwest.
Instantly, his Half-step Divine Realm cultivation was released from Lu Yang's body. The powerful True Qi directly shattered the palm strike, and all the surrounding Cotton Palm Qi was annihilated by Lu Yang's True Qi, turning to ash.
"What? Half-step Divine Realm?"
"Kid, who exactly are you? Why do you possess such terrifying cultivation at such a young age?"
Seeing his techniques being directly crushed by Lu Yang's unleashed cultivation, the King of the Northwest was stunned on the spot, asking Lu Yang with disbelief.
"Some things are not for you to know. Die obediently!"
Lu Yang sneered, offering no explanation, and instead, threw a punch towards the King of the Northwest.
Having circumvented the Cotton Palm, Lu Yang could deal with the King of the Northwest effortlessly. He quickly defeated the King of the Northwest. After all, the overwhelming power of cultivation was the most direct and the most terrifying.
The moment Lu Yang defeated the King of the Northwest, Lu Tianfeng walked out.
"Dad!"
Lu Yang immediately called out.
"You... you are King of Hell's son?"
Hearing this, the King of the Northwest looked as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"What? Can't I have a son? Useless! You can't even defeat my son. Drag him away!"
Lu Tianfeng's voice was stern. The two men behind him quickly dragged the King of the Northwest away.
"Yang'er, fighting with people here primarily hones your martial skills, not your cultivation. Your cultivation should be superior to any of them, but your martial skills are inferior to them. Therefore, you must remember not to overwhelm them with cultivation, but to improve your direct martial skills. This way, even if you encounter an expert of equal cultivation, you can remain invincible, or even emerge victorious!"
Lu Tianfeng explained to Lu Yang.
"Dad, I understand!"
Lu Yang nodded heavily.
"Yes, the King of the Northwest just now was an expert who became famous over a decade ago. In this prison, he can only be considered at the bottom. Tomorrow, more formidable experts will appear, so you must be very careful in dealing with them!"
"Summarize all the combat experience you gained today well, identify your weaknesses, and then continuously strengthen yourself to become flawless!"
Lu Tianfeng continued.
"I will!"
Lu Yang nodded heavily.
The day thus passed. Lu Yang returned to his cave, summarizing the day's combat experience while eating roasted hunting dog. He had to admit, the roasted hunting dog tasted quite good, and Lu Yang became more addicted with each bite.
"In a month, one hunting dog will surely not be enough to eat. My dad doesn't know to get me some food either. Forget it, after I finish this hunting dog, I'll eat something else. At worst, I'll even eat his fierce tiger, since he didn't get me any food!"
Lu Yang thought to himself.
Meanwhile, in Yanjing, Shen Ronghua, the Vice President of the Hongmen Yanjing Branch, with the help of the Dark Night Underworld King, had dealt with all the experts surrounding the other two Vice Presidents. The other two Vice Presidents also willingly conceded defeat and submitted to Shen Ronghua.
Just as Shen Ronghua was preparing to take the position of President of the Hongmen Yanjing Branch, suddenly, Hu Junjie, the son of the former President, arrived with two experts from the Korean stick country to cause trouble.
After Hu Xingkai died, Hu Junjie seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth. Everyone thought Hu Junjie had gone into hiding somewhere, but no one expected Hu Junjie to have defected to the Korean stick country. This time, he had returned to reclaim the position of President of the Hongmen Yanjing Branch.