Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 524 - 522: "Wild Wind Saber" Wei Kuang!

Wushan Restaurant was the largest restaurant in Wutie Town, offering an abundant variety of dishes and even a special home-brewed wine called Black Snow Cloud Wine.

Therefore, many martial artists, after their adventures, liked to relax here and gather news.

Due to the approaching examination period for the Twelve Golden Palaces, Wushan Restaurant became very busy. Table after table was crowded with Martial Artists from all corners of the land, talking animatedly amidst the clatter of cups and plates.

Luo Feng and Yue Haitang sat at a table near the window on the second floor of the restaurant.

After looking at the scenery outside, Luo Feng turned back to see Yue Haitang pursing his lips slightly. He couldn’t help but chuckle, "Yue Haitang, how long has it been since you last ate?"

Yue Haitang was startled, his face turning slightly red. He picked up the teacup from the table, took a sip, and murmured, "Not too long, maybe three or four days..."

Luo Feng’s eyes flickered with surprise. "Three or four days! You mean you haven’t eaten anything since leaving Red Maple Ridge?"

The journey from Red Maple Ridge to Wutie Town, at the pace of a Martial Artist at the ninth level of the Heavenly Court Realm, would indeed take about four days.

"Yes, the food I brought... didn’t suit my taste..." Yue Haitang nodded slightly, his face a bit awkward.

Actually, this was his first time traveling alone for so long. He hadn’t considered the problem of food at all and, not knowing how to prepare it himself, had starved all the way from Red Maple Ridge. If he had been an ordinary person, he would have become a roadside skeleton by now.

Luo Feng shook his head, not exposing the other’s clumsy lie.

At the same time, he was now certain that Yue Haitang, just as he suspected, was the young master of some prominent family.

"Sirs, your food is here!"

Soon, the waiter brought their dishes.

Placing them on the table, the waiter said enthusiastically, "Sirs, here are your food and wine. Please enjoy. If you need anything, just call me."

"Alright."

Luo Feng nodded and scanned the food and wine on the table.

The dishes looked and smelled delicious, exquisitely presented. Some were even made with ingredients from rare Demon Beasts. It truly lived up to its reputation as Wutie Town’s largest restaurant.

"Go on, eat," Luo Feng said with a smile, seeing Yue Haitang eyeing the food, clearly wanting to eat but too hesitant to start.

"Mm."

Yue Haitang nodded and used his chopsticks to pick up a small piece of snow cloud fish, slowly chewing it.

Luo Feng let out a breath, watching Yue Haitang’s elegant posture, and said, "You really are as delicate as a woman. Here, take this!"

After wiping his hands with a cloth, Luo Feng tore off a large piece of the Blood Horn Rabbit’s hind leg and handed it to Yue Haitang.

Yue Haitang stared at the roasted meat, taken aback for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Eat it with my hands?"

"Mm. Drinking deeply, eating heartily, fighting fiercely, and living with passion—that’s a Martial Artist. Not being prim and proper like you, acting like a woman."

Without further argument, Luo Feng placed the roasted meat in Yue Haitang’s hand.

Yue Haitang looked at the roasted meat in his hand, his lips twitching, unsure whether to laugh or cry. Seeing Luo Feng looking at him, he had no choice but to take a light bite.

"That’s more like it."

Luo Feng smiled faintly, sat back down, and began to eat with gusto.

Perhaps because he was famished, or perhaps spurred by Luo Feng’s words, Yue Haitang also abandoned his usual restrained etiquette. He began to eat and drink heartily like Luo Feng, a hint of boldness emerging in his manner.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP...

As they were eating, footsteps suddenly echoed from the stairs.

The footsteps were extremely heavy; with each one, the entire restaurant seemed to tremble.

"Waiter!"

Accompanied by a thunderous shout, a powerful aura enveloped the entire restaurant.

Sensing this aura, Luo Feng’s expression sharpened, and he exchanged a glance with Yue Haitang. What powerful presence!

"A Spiritual Rotation Realm expert! And not an ordinary one at that," Yue Haitang said, a trace of surprise also flickering in his eyes. He wiped his hands with a napkin before speaking.

Luo Feng nodded. The newcomer’s aura was exceedingly domineering, even causing the Rage Flame Knife on his back to vibrate faintly.

This person, though unseen, projected an aura through his voice alone that was like a drawn treasured saber—sharp and imposing. He was definitely no ordinary individual!

The two exchanged a look and simultaneously turned their gaze towards the staircase.

The previously bustling restaurant instantly fell silent. Everyone turned to look towards the staircase, clearly startled by the shout.

The footsteps grew louder and, under everyone’s gaze, a tall youth walked up to the second floor.

The newcomer was sixteen or seventeen years old, tall and sturdily built. His face was a dark, ruddy color, like a jujube, and he wore a cyan, cloud-patterned uniform.

He carried a long saber on his back. The hilt was nearly half a foot long, and the blade five feet long; it looked incredibly heavy. Though still in its scabbard, a sharp aura emanated from it, making people feel an inexplicable tension, as if the blade could leap out and claim a life at any moment.

Tianming Region, Long Wind School student... Luo Feng watched the newcomer, his brow furrowing slightly. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The man wore the uniform of the Long Wind School from the Tianming Region. What caught Luo Feng’s attention was that this person was also a saber man.

As a saber man himself, Luo Feng could naturally perceive things others couldn’t.

The man’s aura, spirit, and movements seemed to fuse with the saber on his back, exuding a sharp, dangerous presence, like a starving tiger with uplifted eyes, ready to pounce and injure at any moment.

"It’s him..." Yue Haitang murmured softly beside him.

Luo Feng retracted his gaze and looked at Yue Haitang. "You know him?"

Yue Haitang nodded. Looking at the dark-faced youth standing at the top of the stairs, he said, "That’s Wei Kuang, the foremost student of Tianming Region’s Long Wind School. He’s not yet seventeen and has earned the moniker ’Wild Wind Saber.’ His Saber Technique is like his title—wild and ferocious, like a violent storm. Before he even strikes, his Saber Intent can terrify opponents into submission. He came to Red Maple Ridge a year ago, and we fought."

"Oh? And who won?" Luo Feng asked, curious.

Yue Haitang was an opponent who could make him go all out; this ’Wild Wind Saber’ Wei Kuang also seemed far from simple.

Yue Haitang said, "We exchanged over a hundred moves. In the end, neither could overcome the other, so it ended in a draw."

After saying this, Yue Haitang raised his fine eyebrows and added, "However, if we were to fight now, I am confident I could defeat him."

Hearing Yue Haitang’s confident tone, Luo Feng smiled faintly.

For him to be so confident, his strength must have improved tremendously this past year.

"Young Master, is there anything I can do for you..."

The waiter, his face deathly pale from terror at the dark-faced youth’s shout, hurried over and asked respectfully.

"My friends invited me to meet them here. Do you know where they are?" The dark-faced youth’s voice was like rolling thunder. The waiter, though a head taller, seemed like a trembling sheep before a hungry wolf.

"Sir... may I ask who your friends are?" The waiter swallowed hard, his voice tight with nervousness.

"Too much nonsense! Forget it, I’ll find them myself."

A flash of impatience in his eyes, the dark-faced youth strode to the center of the restaurant, his sharp gaze sweeping over the patrons.

Merely standing there, his piercing aura filled the entire restaurant. Everyone his gaze touched involuntarily looked away, not daring to meet his eyes.

The only ones whose expressions remained unchanged were Luo Feng and Yue Haitang.

"Huh!"

The dark-faced youth’s gaze landed in Luo Feng’s direction. Spotting Yue Haitang sitting opposite Luo Feng, his thick eyebrows shot up, and a look of arrogance appeared on his face as he strode over, laughing loudly, "Hahahaha... Haitang, I didn’t expect you to be here too."

Yue Haitang glanced at the dark-faced youth and said coolly, "Wei Kuang, you’re still as overbearing as ever. Don’t you understand that what is too hard will easily break?"

"I’d like to restrain myself, but my saber doesn’t agree!" Wei Kuang laughed heartily, walked to their table, and sat down with a thump. He pulled the saber from his back to cradle it in his arms, patted the scabbard forcefully, and declared, "Yue Haitang, you’ve come to Wutie Town, so you must also be heading to Sky Mountain for this year’s Twelve Golden Palaces examination. Last year, our fight didn’t determine a winner. In this examination, we must settle things! I already broke through to the Spiritual Rotation Realm three months ago. This time, you’re bound to lose!"

Yue Haitang’s brow furrowed in displeasure, and he snorted lightly, "Don’t speak too soon. You’re not the only one who has progressed."

As he spoke, Yue Haitang glanced at Luo Feng.

Among the young saber men he knew, Wei Kuang had the highest cultivation. Yet, for some reason, he had a gut feeling: Wei Kuang was not Luo Feng’s match.

"Hm?"

Following Yue Haitang’s gaze, Wei Kuang’s sharp eyes landed on Luo Feng, as if only now noticing another person was sitting there.

When he noticed the Rage Flame Knife beside Luo Feng, a glint flashed in his eyes.

Being a saber man, he naturally knew a lot about sabers. He could tell at a glance that the Rage Flame Knife was extraordinary—a second-grade Spirit Weapon, a grade higher than his own saber.

A touch of envy flashed in his eyes. Wei Kuang scanned Luo Feng, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips as he said, "The saber is good, but it’s a pity it’s destined to be a pearl gathering dust."

Luo Feng, who had heard the disdain in the other’s words, gave a cold smile. He twirled the teacup in his hand and said lightly, "Whether it’s a pearl gathering dust is not for you to decide."

"Hm?"

Wei Kuang’s thick brows knitted. He had seen that Luo Feng was only a Meridian Wheel Realm Martial Artist and had already felt disdain. He hadn’t expected the other to dare talk back. His eyes narrowed, a sharp glint flickering within them. A fierce intent erupted from his body, pressing towards Luo Feng as he growled, "Not much strength, but quite the mouth. Who are you?"

GASP!

Feeling Wei Kuang’s aura, the nearby martial artists couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath.

In that instant, it was as if a blade hung over their hearts; the intense chill made them shudder to their core.

Some Martial Artists with weaker cultivation began to tremble involuntarily.

Luo Feng frowned slightly. They had merely exchanged a few words, yet the other party was trying to use his aura to pressure and embarrass him.

With a cold snort, Luo Feng activated his Grand Momentum and said coolly, "If you want to ask someone’s name, shouldn’t you announce your own first?"

As he spoke, Luo Feng’s eyes shifted, and his Grand Momentum surged out.

CRACK!

The bowls and plates on the table couldn’t withstand the pressure from their two auras and shattered. Wei Kuang staggered back half a step, his face instantly turning extremely ugly.

He had intended to use his aura to pressure Luo Feng and make him lose face, but unexpectedly, due to his carelessness, he had come off worse.

To suffer a setback at the hands of someone with lower cultivation in front of so many people filled Wei Kuang with anger and resentment. Just as he was about to erupt, Yue Haitang stood up.

"The Twelve Golden Palaces examination is approaching. There will naturally be opportunities to fight then. Wei Kuang, sit down."

Yue Haitang mediated, then gestured with his right hand towards Luo Feng and introduced, "This is Luo Feng, from the Flowing Cloud Region’s Purple Sun School."