Night had deepened, the dusk thick and heavy. As a city on the frontlines, Fort Xiang enforced a strict curfew—after dark, not a soul lingered on the streets. In a city under curfew, to put it bluntly, even visiting a brothel had to be done in broad daylight. With no nightlife to speak of, the townsfolk all turned in early, and the city gradually drifted into slumber. But the Hero Summit was growing even rowdier, with shouts and screams echoing through the night.
But as the saying goes, "the louder the cicadas, the quieter the forest; the more the birds sing, the lonelier the mountain." All that racket, heard from afar, seemed faint and unreal. In the night breeze, a petite figure sat atop the highest rooftop. Her white robe fluttered, her black hair flowed like silk—Wu Zhengfeng quietly surveyed the city, near and far.
The Southern Emperor, David Duan, was now in Fort Xiang. His Sunbeam Finger technique was famed across the land—no praise could overstate it. Just a few days ago, meeting Bobby Tong had sounded an alarm for her. The Five Supremes were the Five Supremes—never to be taken lightly. Master Yideng might not match Bobby Tong, but he wasn’t far behind. Likewise, Helen Wong, Gabriel Yang, and George Kwok weren’t far off either.
Last time, someone sparred with Bobby Tong. To call it a duel would be generous—it was more like clowning around. Sure, they both used real skills, showing their true abilities. But neither side went all out, nor did they deliberately exploit their strengths to crush the other's weaknesses. That person's brute strength didn’t come into play, and Bobby Tong’s inner power wasn’t fully unleashed. Who was holding back more? Hard to say. If someone only fooled around and didn’t use real skills, even a single George Kwok would be tough to handle. If Master Yideng joined in, things would get wild real fast.
That’s why Wu Zhengfeng was sitting here now. Her big eyes reflected the moonlight, clear and bright. She was like a silent guardian, watching over a certain troublemaker.
“Hoo—” Wu Zhengfeng took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. The air was crisp, the night breeze gentle, and Master Yideng still hadn’t shown up. She glanced up—the moon was huge, round, and bright. Only then did she realize it was the full moon. Looking back at the Hero Summit, Wu Zhengfeng couldn’t help but shake her head and laugh: “It’s all nonsense, but it’s actually pretty creative, kind of ingenious. Sigh, this person... I really don’t know what to say about her...”
Under Maggie Monroe’s gaze, the Hero Summit had turned into a total madhouse. All sorts of heroes were living up to the motto: “Don’t chicken out, just go for it!”—the spirit of chaos. They chased and cornered Jade Hawk Johnson from every direction, above and below. But instead of getting results, they just got their butts handed to them.
It was pretty satisfying, actually, because the one doing the beating had started singing. That’s right—when Jade Hawk Johnson got excited, she’d break into song. Outsiders thought she was nuts, but the more she sang, the better she fought—the stronger, the more unstoppable she became. Now, she was singing and dancing, totally in the zone.
“Hey, ho, hey-ho, hey-ho, hey, ho~~” Jade Hawk Johnson grabbed Lady Simone and spun through the crowd like a purple tornado. Blades and swords flashed from all sides, endless waves of palms and finger strikes—all turned to her advantage. Sparks flew, people toppled with cries of pain; it all seemed to provide her with backup music and a beat. Jade Hawk Johnson pulled Lady Simone along, leading the dance: “The world is vast, travelers come and go, the tides rise and fall.”
The song’s tempo wasn’t fast, and Jade Hawk Johnson’s actual movements weren’t fast either. But hand in hand, the two moved and spun with perfect rhythm. Their actions weren’t quick, but their reactions to attacks were lightning fast. A simple raise of the hand dodged a blade, a casual shoulder roll sent a sword flying.