In front of the Fengyun Platform, the crowd had already surged. On the platform, a middle-aged man stood in the center: "Ling Feng, come out and fight me!"

The loud voice echoed to every corner, and the crowd quickly noticed Ling Feng standing not far away.

"Is this just an A-level expert from the Nilas Family?" Ling Feng shook his head. They had only sent an A-level expert to the platform; did they not know that even Ficknilas, who is in the Demi-God Domain, couldn't be my match?

Following the crowd's gaze, the middle-aged man spotted Ling Feng. He pointed at Ling Feng, his voice icy: "Coward, come up here and die!"

"Just an insignificant A-level expert, what right do you have to boast!" At this moment, a blond man spoke coldly from below the platform, then leapt atop it and stood on the Fengyun Platform.

Jenny looked at the blond man with some surprise: "Ling Feng, isn't that… your little follower?"

Ling Feng smiled faintly and nodded slightly. A thoughtful light flickered in Jenny's eyes.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man frowned and asked, "I'm here to challenge Ling Feng. Irrelevant people, scram."

Aiven's lips curved into a faintly disdainful smile: "You? And you want to challenge my big brother? Let's see if you can beat me first before talking big!"

The middle-aged man's brows furrowed deeper. Though the young man before him looked no older than twenty, he radiated a terrible sense of menace.

"Ling Feng is your big brother? Fine, then let me use your blood to cleanse the disgrace brought upon our Nilas Family's—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Aiven's figure had already appeared before the middle-aged man. Startled, the man's face paled: "You're attacking—"

With a sickening thud, Aiven's and the middle-aged man's figures crossed paths. Aiven tucked away the short blade concealed within his arm and glanced back contemptuously at the man, now collapsed on the ground: "Has no one ever told you? You talk too much!"

Killing in one stroke, Aiven's movements were swift and clean, leaving the middle-aged man no time to react. By sheer strength, it was a six-to-four matchup between them, but Aiven was an assassin. He had perfectly exploited his opponent's defensively weak point and struck suddenly, eliminating his foe before he could even respond.

With one move, he slew a Nilas Family expert, stunning the onlookers, even shocking the Nilas Family members themselves.

"That's cheating! That was a sneak attack!"

Aiven turned and faced the Nilas Family, a cold sneer forming at his lips: "Cheating? Sneak attack? Are there any rules on the Fengyun Platform?"

"There are no rules on the Fengyun Platform!" At this point, Rick Johnson stepped forward with a grin: "If your own strength isn't enough, don't make noise about it. What, does the mighty Nilas Family now lack the backbone to admit defeat?"

Taggart Nilas cast a cold glance at Rick Johnson, then snorted disdainfully: "The feud between our Nilas Family and Ling Feng—does the Johnson Family think it's qualified to butt in?"

Rick Johnson replied with a modest smile: "I was merely reminding certain people about the platform's rules. It saves the trouble of someone else embarrassing themselves unnecessarily!"

Taggart ignored Rick, instead shifting his gaze to the young man on the platform. His brows furrowed deeply; there was something oddly familiar about Aiven, though he was certain they had never met.

"Strange." Taggart muttered to himself.

Aiven took a deep breath, raising his head to stare toward the Nilas Family in the distance, a fiery determination blazing within his eyes. Finally, he was confronting the Nilas Family face-to-face, finally laying eyes upon the cruel father who had abandoned him.

"Nilas Family—come up here and die!" Aiven shouted coldly, an intense battle aura erupting from him.

The Nilas Family members were furious, incensed at being taunted by a nobody.

"I'll take you on!" Ficknilas roared in rage, leaping onto the Fengyun Platform.

"I am Ficknilas!" Fick declared smugly. "You're just an insignificant A-level warrior! If you kneel and beg for mercy now, I might spare you. Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Aiven stared at Ficknilas, his lips curving into a sinister smile. According to Caesar Nilas' account, it was none other than Ficknilas who poisoned his mother years ago!

Thus, Aiven was determined to kill Ficknilas in plain view of all, as a way to honor his mother's spirit.

"Ficknilas? Very good!" Aiven licked his lips, and a short blade appeared in his hand. "Let's see if you can still keep up that bravado afterward!"

As he spoke, Aiven lunged toward Ficknilas like a Phantom!

"Your courage is admirable, but… the disparity in strength is not something you can overcome!" Ficknilas said coldly. A soft sword appeared in his hands, and powered by his energy, it transformed into an unyielding blade of steel.

"Ficknilas is too arrogant!" Ling Feng commented indifferently as he observed the scene. "And he's wasted too much of his energy on flashy moves. With such habits, he's no match for Aiven!"

Jenny asked curiously, "That doesn't seem possible—after all, Ficknilas is an S-level expert, and your follower only has A-level strength. How could he possibly defeat Ficknilas?"

Ling Feng glanced at Jenny: "There's a saying: Absolute strength can crush all schemes. But Ficknilas' strength isn't absolute when compared to Aiven. While it's true that Demi-God Domain experts can overpower A-level fighters, other factors apart from strength can determine the outcome of a battle!"

Jenny was still skeptical. In her understanding, Demi-God Domain experts were utterly invulnerable to A-level opponents—a gap of realms.

"How about we make a bet?" Ling Feng, seeing her doubt, suggested casually. "If I win, how about you give me a kiss?"

Jenny scoffed: "And what if I win?"

"Then I'll give you a kiss!" Ling Feng replied earnestly.

Jenny, initially angry at his teasing, paused to think, then smiled mischievously: "Sure, but I'm Han Rui and Catherine's best friend. If you dare kiss me, I won't mind it at all!"

Ling Feng rubbed his nose sheepishly: "Forget it, I was just joking!"

"Joking? Have you not heard the saying: A bet is no joke?" Jenny teased with a smile. "So, I accept your wager!"

Jenny couldn't help but feel satisfied seeing Ling Feng momentarily flustered.

Meanwhile, as the two of them exchanged words, the situation on the Fengyun Platform had shifted dramatically.

"I told you—you're not my match!" Ficknilas declared arrogantly from the platform, his soft sword dripping with blood. Across from him, Aiven stood with multiple wounds on his body, yet his expression remained as steady as ever.

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