108: Chapter 108 My Rules

Wood chips flew everywhere.

A burly figure completely blocked the dilapidated door frame.

He wore leather armor of higher quality than the other male slaves, his exposed arms were knotted with muscle, and a hideous scar extended from the corner of his eye to his jaw, adding a touch of ferocity.

"Brother The Third Battle Slave, this is the white-haired old man!"

A follower pointed at Jiang Feng inside the room, his voice filled with schadenfreude.

The burly man known as The Third Battle Slave locked his copper-bell-sized eyes onto Jiang Feng, who was sitting cross-legged.

He grinned, revealing a cruel smile.

"A wild man from the outside, daring to refuse the Young Mistress's arrangements the moment he arrives, and even daring to talk back to the Young Mistress?"

He stepped into the room, his heavy footsteps making the ground tremble slightly.

"Kid, it seems no one has taught you the rules of Yunmeng Marsh."

The Third Battle Slave clenched his sandpot-sized fists, his knuckles popping with crisp sounds, his voice filled with a condescending sense of superiority.

"Today, your Grandpa The Third Battle Slave will teach you for free. The first rule is that when you see a man with status in the tribe, you must kneel to answer!"

The group of male slaves behind him burst into boisterous laughter, as if they had already seen the miserable sight of Jiang Feng kneeling and begging for mercy.

Inside the wooden house, Jiang Feng finally slowly raised his head.

He didn't even stand up, just glanced at The Third Battle Slave with the calmness of looking at a dead person.

"Oh?"

Jiang Feng's tone was drawn out, carrying a hint of amusement.

"A slave with a name?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the smile on The Third Battle Slave's face instantly froze.

The surrounding laughter also came to an abrupt halt.

In Yunmeng Marsh, for a man to have a name is a symbol of status and the only proof that distinguishes them from ordinary property.

The Third Battle Slave, Third War Slave of the Chilian Tribe, this name was an honor he had earned through countless life-and-death battles!

But coming from the mouth of this white-haired old man, it was full of naked humiliation!

"You... are courting death!"

The Third Battle Slave was furious and roared as he lunged at Jiang Feng!

He threw a punch, the fierce fist wind creating a sharp whistle in the air, aimed directly at Jiang Feng's head!

This punch was powerful and heavy!

However, facing this strike, Jiang Feng remained sitting cross-legged, not moving at all.

Just as the fist was about to smash into his face.

Jiang Feng suddenly disappeared from where he was.

The Third Battle Slave's sure-hit punch smashed heavily into empty space, the terrifying force blasting a half-foot-deep pit into the ground.

"Where is he?!"

The Third Battle Slave was stunned, not having reacted yet.

A palm, without warning, gently pressed against his back.

The force was very light.

"Too slow."

Jiang Feng's indifferent voice sounded in his ear.

The Third Battle Slave felt his scalp tingle, and just as he was about to turn and counterattack, a massive force suddenly erupted from his back!

That force was extremely strange; it wasn't fierce, yet it could penetrate his muscles and reach his internal organs directly!

"Pfft!"

The Third Battle Slave felt as if his internal organs had been dislocated, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

His massive body was directly blasted away, collapsing half of the wooden wall, and he fell outside, unconscious.

The entire process took less than a breath.

The remaining seven or eight male slaves, whose smiles had not yet faded, now had them completely frozen, turning into terror.

"Brother The Third Battle Slave!"

"One... one move?"

Looking at The Third Battle Slave lying in a pool of blood with a sunken chest, they felt a chill rush from the soles of their feet to their scalps.

Jiang Feng walked out from the hole in the wall, brushing off dust that didn't exist on his body.

"Who else wants to teach me the rules?"

His voice was very flat, yet it made the group of male slaves retreat in fear, their legs shaking uncontrollably.

"You... don't come over!"

A male slave screamed, putting on a brave front.

"Too late."

Jiang Feng's figure moved.

This time, no one could see his movements clearly.

They only heard a series of crisp sounds of bones breaking, as well as shrill screams rising one after another.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Figures flew everywhere.

In just a few breaths, the male slaves who had been arrogant just a moment ago were all lying on the ground, with broken hands and feet, wailing in pain.

Jiang Feng stood in the center of the chaos, not a single wrinkle on his clothes.

He didn't even look at the trash on the ground, walking straight to the unconscious The Third Battle Slave, stepping on his face, and grinding down with a little force.

"A slave must have the self-awareness of a slave."

"Next time you want to teach someone the rules, remember to kowtow and call me Master first."

After doing all this, he turned around slowly, preparing to return to that dilapidated house.

Jiang Feng lamented that the strength of this Physical Body was not bad, but the fighting style was too crude, relying entirely on brute force.

He must find a Body Refining Cultivation Technique as soon as possible, otherwise he would be constrained everywhere.

Just then, a wild voice filled with anger came from not far away.

"Stop!"

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei arrived quickly with a team of female warriors.

When she saw the male slaves lying all over the ground, especially when she saw The Third Battle Slave being stepped on by Jiang Feng, with his life or death unknown, her bronze-colored cheeks instantly became extremely unsightly.

"Jiang Feng!"

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei's voice was taut, her chest heaving violently with anger, "Don't you owe me an explanation?"

The Third Battle Slave was her capable subordinate, the Third War Slave under her command.

Yet now, he was being stepped on like this by this man she had just brought back!

This wasn't just slapping The Third Battle Slave's face; it was slapping her, Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei's face!

Jiang Feng slowly lifted his foot, his movements very casual.

"Explanation?"

He chuckled and glanced back at Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei.

"I said this place belongs to me; your slave broke my door and wanted to set rules for me."

"I was just letting them know my rules."

Jiang Feng spread his hands, looking innocent.

"Does this... also require an explanation?"

"You!"

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei was momentarily speechless, infuriated by his righteous, rascal-like appearance.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in her heart.

She knew clearly that it was The Third Battle Slave and the others who had provoked this first.

But she couldn't just let it go.

If she couldn't suppress this man, her prestige would be gone!

This man must be put in his place!

"Sophistry!"

She spoke coldly, regaining the initiative.

"In my Chilian Tribe, hurting people is wrong! No matter the reason!"

"Now, I give you two choices."

She held up two fingers, staring at Jiang Feng with burning eyes.

"First, go to the Black Stone Mine and mine for three months for free as punishment for your violence today."

"Second..."

She paused, a strong Battle Intent bursting forth from her wild eyes.

"Fight me."

"As long as you can last ten moves against me, today's matter will be wiped clean!"

As her words fell, the surrounding female warriors were in an uproar.

The Young Mistress was actually going to make a move herself!

Everyone's attention was focused on Jiang Feng, wanting to see how he would choose.

Go to the dark and sunless mine to be a coolie, or challenge the unfathomable Young Mistress?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Feng was not nervous at all; instead, he laughed.

He was waiting for this opportunity; he also knew that The Third Battle Slave had caused trouble for no reason, and someone must have been instigating it behind the scenes. Since Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei wanted to test him so much.

He might as well let her understand who is the dominant one when cooperating with him.

Jiang Feng met Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei's gaze and stepped forward, a magnificent Aura suddenly spreading out.

"I choose the second one."

He grinned, his tone filled with undisguised provocation.

"It just so happens that I also want to see if the strength of the Chilian Tribe's second heir is qualified enough to cooperate with me!"