Dragon God Supreme
Chapter 1220: Guessing

Chapter 1220: Chapter 1220: Guessing

"Then let me tell you right now."

Feng Wuchen’s lips curled into a mocking cold smile, speaking as he suddenly darted forward.

"Boom!"

"Pfft!"

The abrupt attack caught Wang Feng off guard. Though he sensed it, it was too late to evade. With a resounding explosion, the overwhelming force shook Wang Feng, causing him to cough up blood as his body was sent flying, violently crashing into the ornate wooden shelves meant for storing treasures.

"Such speed! This man’s strength is unfathomable; I can’t even discern his cultivation level. And yet, he dares to strike within the Guild." Yang Qingwu’s brows furrowed slightly again, secretly shocked by Feng Wuchen’s immense power.

It must be noted that Wang Feng was already at the Heavenly Monarch early-stage realm, yet Feng Wuchen managed to make him spit blood with a single punch. This meant his strength was at least at the Heavenly Monarch level.

What shocked Yang Qingwu even more was that this sacred ground, the Artificer Guild, was a place where Feng Wuchen dared to attack someone.

The Guild Hall fell into an eerie silence; every shocked gaze was fixed on Feng Wuchen.

Shock at Feng Wuchen’s power and terrifying speed was only surpassed by shock at his audacity.

Attacking Wang Feng was one thing, but to do so within the Guild was akin to disregarding its existence and shattering its rules.

The Guild’s guards didn’t intervene, all watching the scene unfold with an air of detachment.

"Do you know my identity now?" Feng Wuchen asked emotionlessly.

"Bastard! How dare you ambush me!" Wang Feng roared in fury, unable to contain his anger. A ferocious killing intent exploded from his being as he charged madly toward Feng Wuchen.

Despite being injured, Wang Feng’s speed and strength remained formidable.

"Wang Feng, stop!" Yang Qingwu hurriedly shouted coldly, but she was unable to put a halt to Wang Feng’s wrath.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Feng closed the distance, throwing a fearsome punch at Feng Wuchen with the clear intent of killing him in a single blow.

"Bang!"

Feng Wuchen remained expressionless, meeting the attack head-on with his own fist. A deafening explosion followed, and the fierce power spread outward like a raging storm.

"What? How is this possible..." Wang Feng couldn’t believe what he saw; his ferocious punch was effortlessly blocked by Feng Wuchen, who didn’t even furrow his brow.

"Hmph!" Feng Wuchen sneered disdainfully.

Seeing the contempt in Feng Wuchen’s eyes, Wang Feng’s rage boiled over. Veins popped on his face, and terrifying energy began erupting uncontrollably.

"To rely solely on physical strength to withstand Wang Feng’s attack—this young man is extraordinary, his power exceptionally strong." An elder frowned pensively, his aged eyes sizing up Feng Wuchen.

"Without invoking any Heavenly Yuan power, just one punch was enough to counter Wang Feng’s strike. This man’s cultivation surpasses Wang Feng’s. Though the Guild prohibits fighting, even the guards remain unfazed—it’s clear that this man’s background is no ordinary matter." A young master remarked gravely.

"Wang Feng, who usually acts so arrogant, has finally kicked a steel plate. This kid is incredibly strong, and his background is clearly something else. Let’s see how Wang Feng deals with this." Another young master sneered inwardly.

Even those who knew Wang Feng refrained from stepping forward to assist him.

They were not foolish. This sacred ground, the Guild, would never tolerate fighting.

Breaking the Guild’s rules during a fight, regardless of how powerful their faction was, would lead to trouble with the Guild.

And there was another point: Feng Wuchen had injured Wang Feng, yet the Guild’s guards had done nothing to intervene. This was highly unusual.

The only explanation was that Feng Wuchen’s background was so terrifying that even the Guild was wary.

"Wang Feng, stop!" Yang Qingwu shouted coldly once more. She knew that if Wang Feng continued, his life would likely be in danger.

But Wang Feng, consumed by fury, refused to heed her words.

"You brat! How dare you look down on me? Die!" Wang Feng screamed ferociously. As he withdrew his fist, he launched another devastating punch.

"Bang!"

"Pfft!"

"Buzzing!"

Feng Wuchen remained motionless, without invoking any energy. Instead, he simply countered with another punch, producing another earth-shattering explosion. Wang Feng spat blood violently as his figure was blasted away again. The force reverberated through the hall, cracking the floor into a giant spiderweb-like fissure.

This brutal clash left Wang Feng severely injured.

"Impossible! He didn’t even use his energy but managed to severely injure me just with his physical strength! This can’t be true!" Wang Feng was utterly horrified, unable to believe that a younger man could possess such a terrifying level of power.

The Guild Hall was growing increasingly tense, and Yang Qingwu and others stared in shock, many with wide eyes.

Even when Wang Feng attacked with full strength, he couldn’t match Feng Wuchen’s physical power!

Just how terrifying was Feng Wuchen’s strength?

Wang Feng lay gravely injured, yet the Guild’s guards remained still, an ominous sign of Feng Wuchen’s considerable background.

The hall descended into a deathly silence; no one spoke, not even Yang Qingwu dared to casually open her mouth.

Ordinarily, with such commotion, the Guild’s Artifact Refiners and even senior stewards should have appeared long ago. Yet today, not a single figure showed themselves.

The high-ranking officials of the Guild had long been notified when Feng Wuchen arrived, with guards reporting his presence.

But none chose to intervene.

"What are you all standing around for? Didn’t you see him attacking me? Arrest him immediately!" Wang Feng, furious and gravely injured, shouted at the Guild guards, completely oblivious to the looming premonition, demanding action.

Even so, the guards remained unmoved, not even glancing in Wang Feng’s direction.

"Who exactly is he? There are very few people who could hold sway over the Guild, and I’ve never seen him before." Yang Qingwu was deeply intrigued by Feng Wuchen.

Unfortunately, they hadn’t attended the Artifact Refining Conference earlier and did not know Feng Wuchen’s identity; only their faction’s top-level figures might be privy to it.

Struggling to stand, Wang Feng glared at Feng Wuchen with venomous hatred before forming a seal and snarling through gritted teeth, "You brat, you won’t leave this Guild alive today!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Feng Wuchen’s expression remained unchanging.

With his current strength, even without the Artificer Guild’s backing, he had no fear of the Wang family.

Wang Feng sent a message back to the Wang family. Since the Guild wouldn’t intervene, he intended to mobilize the Wang family’s forces.

"Foolish man!" Yang Qingwu cursed inwardly, knowing full well Wang Feng was summoning reinforcements.

The others in the hall, on the other hand, seemed to grow interested.

The Wang family’s higher-ups soon received the message and rushed to the Artificer Guild immediately.

Before long, powerful auras began converging on the scene.

"The Wang family head, Wang Chongshan, is here!" Someone muttered in alarm.

"Who dares to injure my son?" The voice thundered through the Guild before its owner even arrived.

"You brat, the Guild may not care, but the Wang family will! Let’s see how you die!" Wang Feng snarled violently, his hatred palpable as he wished to tear Feng Wuchen apart.

"Is that so?" Feng Wuchen remained unruffled.

Soon, Wang Chongshan and the Wang family’s three elders stormed into the hall, their anger suffocating as the crowd scrambled to make way.

"Father! It’s him! He’s the one! Kill him now!" Wang Feng rushed to the entrance, clutching his injuries and pointing accusatorily at Feng Wuchen.