One day later.
At noon.
"Zhou Hong, it's time to go. Your appointment with Feng Wu Yu has arrived," Liu Zhen Fei Xu reminded him.
Yes, yesterday, Zhou Hong had Liu Zhen Fei Xu take a video of him. Zhou Hong warned Feng Wu Yu to apologize to him immediately, or he wouldn't be polite.
However, Feng Wu Yu not only refused to apologize but was also extremely arrogant. He even posted on the forum that if Zhou Hong had the ability, he should force an apology out of him.
Thus, Zhou Hong and Feng Wu Yu agreed to meet at the Kyoto Arena at noon the next day, no excuses.
It was now 11 AM on the second day, only one hour left until his appointment with Feng Wu Yu.
From yesterday to today, Zhou Hong had not left, staying at Liu Zhen Fei Xu's home.
"Let's go, time to go teach that Feng Wu Yu a lesson," Zhou Hong said, standing up from the sofa, his gaze slightly chilling.
Liu Zhen Fei Xu immediately drove, taking Zhou Hong and Qin Meng Xue to the Kyoto Arena.
Kyoto had a dedicated place for duels, where people who challenged each other usually chose to fight.
About 40 minutes later, Zhou Hong and the others arrived at the Kyoto Arena.
At this moment, the stands surrounding the arena were already packed with people.
Ever since Zhou Hong and Feng Wu Yu confirmed their meeting for noon yesterday, the entire Kyoto martial arts community had been abuzz. After all, Feng Wu Yu was the number one genius on the Earth Ranking, and although Zhou Hong's strength wasn't as well-known, he had been quite prominent in recent days.
As Zhou Hong walked into the arena, the surrounding crowd erupted.
Zhou Hong looked up at the stage in the center of the arena. A young man was already standing there. It was none other than Feng Wu Yu, the number one genius on the Earth Ranking.
Seeing Zhou Hong arrive, Feng Wu Yu stood on the stage, looking at Zhou Hong with disdain.
Amidst the roaring cheers of countless spectators, Zhou Hong quickly ascended the stage.
"Little toothpick, you're finally here," Feng Wu Yu said with a contemptuous smile.
"Feng Wu Yu, you're asking for death," Zhou Hong replied coldly.
"You're the one asking for death. You, ranked over 30th on the Earth Ranking, actually dared to come."
"Asking for death." Zhou Hong, too lazy to waste words, attacked instantly.
Feng Wu Yu attempted to dodge, but before he could make any move, Zhou Hong's hand had already clamped onto his neck, lifting him into the air.
"How is this possible!" The moment his feet left the ground, Feng Wu Yu was stunned.
The spectators, who had been roaring, suddenly fell silent. The entire arena became quiet.
Everyone watched in disbelief as Zhou Hong held Feng Wu Yu by the neck, lifting him high above his head.
At this moment, in a certain spot in the stands, several men's faces changed drastically. These men were elders from Feng Wu Yu's family. They had assumed Zhou Hong was simply courting death and that Feng Wu Yu would easily teach him a lesson. But they never expected that Feng Wu Yu would be so outmatched.
"How is this possible? What level are you..." Feng Wu Yu struggled to utter a few words while suspended in Zhou Hong's grip.
"You're not worthy of knowing," Zhou Hong mused, debating whether to crush Feng Wu Yu to death then and there.
After a few seconds of hesitation, Zhou Hong decided to give him a chance to live.
With that, Zhou Hong slammed Feng Wu Yu forcefully to the ground.
"Bang!" Feng Wu Yu was thrown so hard that his insides felt like they were about to come out.
"Apologize immediately by kowtowing and slap yourself 100 times, or face certain death," Zhou Hong warned coldly.
Feng Wu Yu, lying on the ground, got up, feeling dizzy and disoriented. His mind was still reeling from the shock.
"I'll say it again: slap yourself 100 times and apologize immediately, or face certain death," Zhou Hong roared, his voice carrying to everyone present.
At this moment, in the stands, several elders from the Feng family showed displeasure. Zhou Hong's tone was too arrogant. Although his strength surpassed Feng Wu Yu's, Feng Wu Yu was still a disciple of a sixth-rate family.
"This Zhou Hong is too arrogant, demanding our Feng family's disciple slap himself on the stage." One Feng family elder said furiously.
"Indeed, if Wu Yu really slaps himself 100 times, will our family have any face left?"
"We can't let him do it."
With that, one of the Feng family elders suddenly shouted, "Feng Wu Yu, if you lose, you lose. Don't disgrace the family."
Feng Wu Yu seemed to understand and then coldly snorted at Zhou Hong, "You must be dreaming if you think I'll slap myself."
"Feng Wu Yu, are you forcing my hand?" Zhou Hong was getting angry. He had initially intended to crush him but decided to give him a chance to live out of compassion, only for him to refuse...
"Hahaha, Zhou Hong, we're both from sixth-rate families. What can you do?" Feng Wu Yu said with annoyance. He was incredibly jealous that Zhou Hong was stronger than him, especially since he had already been jealous of Zhou Hong having three exceptionally beautiful women. Now that Zhou Hong's strength surpassed his and he had taken the title of the Earth Ranking's number one genius, Feng Wu Yu was filled with envy and refused to apologize to Zhou Hong, thinking it was preposterous.
"Very well, then die," Zhou Hong said, no longer bothering with words, and struck out with a palm.
"Slap!" In the next second, before everyone's eyes, Feng Wu Yu's head separated from his neck and flew towards the stands, while his body remained on the stage.
The entire venue was stunned. People rubbed their eyes, doubting if it was real. But upon repeated confirmation, it was indeed true. With one palm strike from Zhou Hong, Feng Wu Yu's head was no longer attached to his neck. His neck was still gushing blood like a fountain into the air.
And Feng Wu Yu's severed head, whether intentional or not, landed precisely at the feet of those Feng family elders.
"Ah!" The Feng family elders, seeing their family's genius's head at their feet, were completely dumbfounded.
Feng Wu Yu's head, lying at their feet, was still alive, his mouth moving slightly as if trying to say something but unable to. After about ten seconds, his mouth finally stilled, and he stared blankly at the family elders.
At another location in the stands, the head of the Qiao family and others were also stunned. They never imagined that Zhou Hong would directly kill Feng Wu Yu.
"Zhou Hong, pay with your life!" As expected, at this moment, one of the Feng family elders let out an enraged roar and leaped from the stands, charging towards Zhou Hong, appearing as if he intended to kill him.
However, Zhou Hong merely curled his lips in disdain, thinking to himself that it seemed today he would have to reveal his full strength.