Regal Guard of Dragon

Chen Feng's facial expression changed slightly, and his heart sank. He understood his own strength, and also Arthur's strength.    

    

During his battle with Arthur, he had used his rich combat experience to make Arthur relax his vigilance. After that, he found an opening and used the powerful Sky Breaking Technique.    

    

However, Chen Feng later asked himself if Arthur had reacted fast enough and used the same Combat God Slash. Even if Chen Feng could withstand the attack, he wouldn't have seriously injured Arthur. The result of the battle wouldn't have come to an end because of Arthur's defeat.    

    

Obviously, William was stronger than Arthur.    

    

"How is it? Do you have the confidence to fight William on the scene?"    

    

Ye Nantian had been observing Chen Feng's facial expression. When he saw the slight change in Chen Feng's facial expression, he couldn't help but ask.    

    

"Senior brother, you can rest assured that I will win this battle. My brother will take revenge!"    

    

Chen Feng clenched his fist tightly. Although his words were soft, they were filled with confidence. It felt like Chen Feng was determined to win this battle.    

    

"That's good, that's good!"    

    

Ye Nantian felt slightly relieved when he heard Chen Feng's words. He was really worried that Chen Feng would not have the confidence to win this match.    

    

"By the way, how are the injuries from the last match?"    

    

Ye Nantian recalled what Wu Zhi Province had said. He looked at Chen Feng and asked.    

    

"I'm fine now. I have already consumed the healing medicine that Elder Wu gave me. My injuries are almost healed now!"    

    

Chen Feng did not tell Ye Nantian the truth. He had not fully recovered from the previous battle, but he did not tell Ye Nantian about it.    

    

If he told Ye Nantian the truth, it would only make Ye Nantian worried. It would be meaningless and effective. It was better to lie to make Ye Nantian feel at ease.    

    

"Alright, it's good that you're alright!"    

    

Ye Nantian nodded his head. The stone in his heart had finally been lifted.    

    

"There is not much time left. Go into seclusion and consolidate your strength!" After saying that, Ye Nantian prepared to leave.    

    

Chen Feng took a few steps forward and pushed Ye Nantian's wheelchair downstairs.    

    

When Chen Feng came downstairs, Ji Wudao, Cang Bo, and Master Faang Zheng of the Wu Zhi Province. . . Tian Ying, Ji Yun, and a few others were already waiting in the hall.    

    

"Ji Yun, your senior brother should have told you about the situation. What do you think? Are you confident that you can defeat Feng?"    

    

When Chen Feng arrived, Wu Zhizhou asked with a smile on his face.    

    

"Elder Wu, you know me!" Chen Feng didn't say anything, but his words were full of confidence.    

    

"En, good!"    

    

Wu Zhizhou nodded. It was precisely because he understood Chen Feng that he believed Chen Feng's words.    

    

"Feng is your junior brother. You should know him better than I do, but with my understanding, He shouldn't be a match for William. I just don't know why he is so confident!"    

    

After Wu Zhi Zhou and Ye Nantian left, Wu Zhi Zhou couldn't help but ask Ye Nantian.    

    

"I don't know what his confidence comes from, but I believe in him!" Ye Nantian looked into the distance with a determined look.    

    

In the hotel room, Chen Feng was holding a small bottle in his hand. The bottle contained half a bottle of liquid.    

    

This was the Hundred Year Ginseng Liquid specially prepared for Chen Feng by the Wu Zhi Province. This was not only the liquid condensed from a ginseng, but three Hundred Year Ginseng.    

    

Because the Martial Cultivator's constitution was different from ordinary people, the medicine used to treat injuries was naturally different.    

    

Ordinary medicines either did not have any effect on the Martial Cultivator, or their effects were negligible. They did not have the effect of healing quickly.    

    

When the cork was opened, a medicinal fragrance wafted out. Just by smelling it, one would feel refreshed. This kind of medicine was very precious. Even some upper class people would find it extremely difficult to find.    

    

As an elder of the Martial Alliance, Wu Zhizhou could mobilize these medicines.    

    

Furthermore, the Martial Alliance was the alliance of the Martial Cultivator, so they collected all the medicines and herbs that were useful to the Martial Cultivator.    

    

In order to train new disciples, the Martial Alliance could not avoid getting injured, so these herbs could shorten the time needed for treatment.    

    

When Chen Feng opened the cork, he did not hesitate and quickly drank half a bottle.    

    

When the ginseng liquid entered his body, it formed a wave of heat that lingered in his dantian.    

    

Chen Feng quickly used his inner strength to digest the ginseng liquid in his body. The most important thing right now was to recover from his previous injuries in a short period of time.    

    

This ginseng liquid was a rare item. The Martial Cultivator consumed too much of one's physical strength, and it had a very high requirement on one's bodily functions. An ordinary person would consume too much of their physical strength. It wasn't much, but because the Martial Cultivator had a special body, it consumed a lot of one's physical strength.    

    

Moreover, only a strong physical body could withstand powerful martial arts. Only when the various acupuncture points of the body were opened could one store even more inner strength. Once one broke through to the next realm, the inner strength would increase, and their power would also rise to a higher level.    

    

Therefore, ordinary medicines were simply unable to satisfy the needs of Martial Cultivators. Only rare medicines could increase the strength of Martial Cultivators faster and better.    

    

When the ginseng liquid entered his body, it immediately formed a wave of heat. Chen Feng's forehead was full of sweat. He used his inner strength to digest this heat, allowing the ginseng liquid to flow throughout his body.    

    

This process was very painful. The heat formed by the ginseng liquid was about to tear Chen Feng apart.    

    

Chen Feng gritted his teeth and used his inner strength to continuously digest it. As time passed, he felt a sharp pain in his body. His internal organs felt like they were being burned by fire.    

    

As the ginseng liquid started to take effect, some black liquid appeared on Chen Feng's skin.    

    

This black substance was the impurities in his body. Only by removing these impurities from his body could he fully recover from his injuries.    

    

A putrid smell filled the room. Chen Feng couldn't care less about the fact that he could only continuously digest the Ginseng Fluid with his inner strength.    

    

This process continued for more than an hour. The pain gradually weakened, but it still existed.    

    

After the medicinal effect of the ginseng liquid passed, Chen Feng's injuries would fully recover, and it would more or less increase the functions of his body.    

    

Chen Feng understood the principle of suffering until the bitter end, so he gritted his teeth and persisted from the beginning until the end, waiting for the completely reborn Chen Feng to appear.    

    

The competition of the world's martial arts organization was nearing its end, and there was only the final match left. Therefore, other than the audience, some of the contestants had already left, and the huge hotel seemed to be somewhat empty.    

    

Although the hotel was empty, it was extremely lively outside. At this moment, numerous Martial Cultivator and audience had gathered. They came from all over the world, and they had only come here to witness Chen Feng's elegant bearing.    

    

However, Chen Feng had not come out ever since he entered the hotel. Some of the Martial Cultivator guessed that Chen Feng was in seclusion. There were also some bad rumors that said that Chen Feng had left because he couldn't defeat William.    

    

Putting their conversation aside, in the hotel room, Chen Feng was lying on the bed, panting.    

    

After more than an hour of recovery, Chen Feng had finally finished digesting the ginseng liquid, and the injuries in his body had completely recovered.    

    

"That was close!"    

    

Chen Feng recalled the scene just now and felt a lingering fear in his heart. When the ginseng liquid entered his body, he felt as if he had swallowed a huge fireball, and all the internal organs in his body seemed to be about to be refined. This kind of pain was simply unbearable to ordinary people, and even Chen Feng almost fainted from the pain.    

    

However, Chen Feng had experienced so many things, so he could still endure this kind of pain.