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Chapter 882: Dumbfounded

However, in the next instant, everyone’s eyes widened and their jaws dropped.

Slap!

The crisp sound rang out. Lu Chengfeng’s smooth movements came to a stop with that clear sound. Five bright red finger marks appeared on his cheek, clear as day.

‘It can’t be, right? Lu Chengfeng who was using that mighty palm move was actually stopped with a slap, and... why was it on his face?’ Everyone had witnessed the scene clearly. When the two palms collided, Wei Zhixuan had taken a slight step backwards, then raised his palm and slapped Lu Chengfeng’s face.

It really seemed like Lu Chengfeng’s sole purpose in life was to get slapped by others.

‘Could it be that this old man has some weird fetish for getting slapped?’ The mere thought of it gave everyone goosebumps, and they looked at Lu Chengfeng weirdly.

Among the crowd, only Ling Chuxi, Su Yizhi, and a few others knew what was going on.

When Lu Chengfeng’s palm attack was halfway through, Ling Chuxi felt something was wrong. Logically speaking, with Lu Chengfeng’s strength, the palm attack should be very powerful. Although his attack was in full momentum, there was still a nagging feeling of it being weak and powerless. After a closer look, Ling Chuxi almost laughed out loud.

Lu Chengfeng was truly committed in his act as an expert. Till now, he had not forgotten his pose, curving his neck and straightening his spine, placing one hand behind his back.

Lu Chengfeng’s ancestors had all been special guest elders of the Celestial Sect. Because of his status, he had usually interacted with a lot of experts. As such, when he acted as an expert, he tried to take on a mighty stance. The problem was that others were real experts, while he was a fake expert. It was difficult to exert force in that pretend stance, so how could he exert the true power of his palm skills?

Ling Chuxi felt like Lu Chengfeng was mentally ill. He could actually still pretend at a time like this, was he not afraid of getting beaten up? Ling Chuxi could only shake her head helplessly. Naturally, she couldn’t understand how desperate Lu Chengfeng was to get back his dignity.

Wei Zhixuan surely couldn’t have won when comparing ancestors with Lu Chengfeng; it was much better to directly exchange blows with him. Furthermore, witnessing Jiang Wuhen’s body cultivation and swordsmanship earlier, he had decided to put away his prejudice and underestimation. Seeing Lu Chengfeng’s palm attack, he had immediately faced him with both palms. One palm countered Lu Chengfeng’s palm, while the other was aimed at his chest.

Lu Chengfeng had been so engrossed in the surprised gazes of the Su family that he felt like he was floating. Satisfaction filled him, until he received the impact from the palms colliding. Lu Chengfeng realized that something was wrong and wanted to change his move, but in his awkward pose, he lost his balance and started falling to the ground. Thus, Wei Zhixuan’s palm that had been heading towards his chest met his cheek instead.

Ling Chuxi blinked a few times, completely speechless. Fortunately, Lu Chengfeng was not a member of the Golden Pill Sect, or it would have been really humiliating.

This incident was quite clearly a lesson to not be a faker.