God of Fishing



Yang Zhan licked the corner of his mouth. "Well said."

The two fought for 30,000 rounds. After confirming that they couldn't defeat the other party with normal means, they separated.

A look of appreciation appeared on Yang Zhan's face as he said proudly, "As far as I know, none of the Heavenly Talents of the South Sea can be my equal in close combat. You're the first. Not bad."

Feng Yu said, "You're not bad either. I heard that your Companion Spirit is an ancient exotic Vajra Divine Ape. Why don't you show it to me? I want to see how strong this monkey is."

Yang Zhan nodded. "As you wish."

"Roar!"

The Diamond Divine Ape appeared again, which reminded Han Fei of his teacher Beast King. Apes were very good at close combat and were violent.

Not to be outdone, Feng Yu waved her hands and with a swoosh, behind her, a fire phoenix rose to the sky.

"Divine Technique, Phoenix Dancing in the Nine Heavens."

However, when Han Fei saw the Phoenix Bird's flamboyant attack, he lost interest. Feng Yu was acting and her acting was too fake. This flashy flame technique was definitely not the Phoenix Dancing in the Nine Heavens.

Besides, the phoenix's slashes seemed ferocious, but it only slightly suppressed the Giant King Kong Ape.

While the companion spirits were fighting, Feng Fei and Yang Zhan were fighting fiercely in the sky. One of them was using a magnificent divine technique, fire dying the sky red, and there was even a Fire God Dharma Idol, looking awesome.

But Han Fei knew that the form was greater than combat power. Feng Yu seemed to be trying her best, but she was actually pretending.

Hearing the exclamations next to him, Han Fei couldn't help but blush. No wonder Feng Yu hid her identity so well. The others would only think that she was a genius, but at the same time, they would also find many weaknesses from her attacks, thinking that was the embodiment of Feng Yu's immaturity.

For example, Han Fei heard someone exclaim, "As expected of the unique bloodline of the Phoenix Divine Race. This brilliant astronomical phenomenon is probably comparable to the glory of the ancient Divine Phoenix."

Someone added, "That's right. At this moment, Feng Yu is still a little immature in controlling the fire phoenix. If she can fully show the power of the fire phoenix, I'm afraid even Yang Zhan won't be able to resist her."

Feng Xingliu, on the other hand, was quite excited, muttering, "Humph, one day, I'll be able to create such a magnificent astronomical phenomenon to overawe everyone too."

"Alas…"

Han Fei patted Feng Xingliu's shoulder, making him look puzzled.

Feng Yu and Yang Zhan fought fiercely for nearly an hour. In the end, Feng Yu forcibly unleashed her fourth form in battle and narrowly won.

Han Fei was speechless, but the audience was all amazed. He wondered who had boasted Yang Zhan's strength so much. If they really fought, Feng Yu could beat the hell out of Yang Zhan in half an hour.

At this moment, Yang Zhan was covered in blood. "What a Heavenly Talent of the Phoenix Divine Race. No wonder you're so arrogant. I'll definitely come back and fight you again someday."

Feng Yu pretended to be pale. "I look forward to that day."

After Yang Zhan left, Feng Yu glanced at the audience and said, "I'm not feeling well today, so I can't entertain you anymore. Please leave."

Han Fei looked at the knife and swept across the crowd. "Does anyone still want to fight?"

Someone snorted. "Miss Feng Yu, you seem to be exhausted. You'd better take a rest first. We'll come again next time."

Someone simply ignored Han Fei. "That's right. I'll visit you again someday."

Someone said, "Enough is enough. We are not rude people. Let's call it a day for now and come back next time."

All of them fled in a dignified manner.

Today's battle between Feng Yu and Yang Zhan would definitely rewrite the God Roll, and no one present was qualified to marry a powerhouse on the God Roll.

Therefore, this kind of battle was no longer necessary. Even if there were next time, it wouldn't be them coming.

…

After a while, in Feng Yu's yard.

Feng Yu looked ruddy and refreshed. "Little Junior Brother, how was my performance?"

Han Fei was lost for words. "Your acting is terrible."

Feng Yu didn't care at all. "That's what you think, but look at them. They're all amazed. Who can tell the truth?"

Han Fei asked, "Senior Sister, have you been fooling everyone with such poor acting skills all these years?"

Feng Yu immediately put on a straight face. "How can you say that? I did my best! Look, I used all my secret techniques, divine techniques, Endowed Abilities, Dharma Idol, and Nature Spiritual Treasures!"

Han Fei said, "But it looked so fake when you vomited blood! You actually absorbed Yang Zhan's spear intent before you could vomit blood? I can't bear to watch it."

Feng Yu retorted, "Anyway, others can't tell. You can tell because you expect too much from me. So you take it for granted that I was acting!"

Han Fei raised his eyebrows. "Alas! Senior Sister, tell me the truth. Did you use thirty percent of your strength to beat Yang Zhan?"

Feng Yu's face turned black. "I used 70% of my combat power."

Han Fei was lost for words. "Cut the crap. How can you even fool yourself?"

Han Fei didn't believe a word that Feng Yu said. Feng Yu didn't use her fifth form. Even if she did, she hadn't shown her comprehensive strength.

Therefore, Han Fei was inclined to believe that Feng Yu actually only used 20% of her combat power. If that was the case, it would be terrifying. This meant that Feng Yu was several times stronger than he had imagined.

Although it was still a little weaker than his strongest state, the point was, did Feng Fei really have no trump cards? He didn't think so.