Translator: CinderTL
Roar!!!
The Huai River's surface was shrouded in mist as the Flame Tiger's furious roar swept across the sky.
The Flying Dragon shattered, and a figure was sent flying.
Blood splattered across the misty river, the blue robe torn, as a lean and muscular middle-aged man crashed into the river, rolling several times.
Everyone widened their eyes, utterly horrified.
Especially the Old Grandmaster Flying Dragon and the others in mid-air.
"How is this possible?"
In disbelief, they looked at the blood splattering across the river, spreading over ten meters before slowly sinking to the riverbed.
Lu Xinglong, standing in disarray and barely stopping his retreat, no longer had the arrogance and confidence he had shown earlier.
Instead, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked down in disbelief.
Drip! Drip!
Blood seeped from his chest, where a fist-sized hole had appeared.
The flesh was scorched black, and the broken bones caused excruciating pain.
It looked as if he had been hit by a high-temperature explosion, almost piercing through him.
Hum!
The river in front of him suddenly rippled, and all sunlight was completely obscured.
A burly figure of bronze complexion had appeared nearby, with deep red force swirling around his palms, like a fireball, terrifying and seemingly ready to explode at any moment.
"Not good!!"
The Old Grandmaster Flying Dragon in mid-air sensed something was wrong and immediately surged his force, descending rapidly.
Seeing this, the Whale Sect Grandmaster and the Giant Elephant Grandmaster snapped back to reality and leaped from the riverside viewing platform, rushing to intervene.
Clang!!
A golden blade flashed.
The Golden Blade Grandmaster in mid-air had simultaneously struck, blocking the Giant Elephant and the other.
"Damn it!"
"Golden Blade Grandmaster, how could you, as our Senior, stoop to being a lackey of the Flying Dragon?"
The Giant Elephant Grandmaster roared and punched, while the Golden Blade Grandmaster slashed through the air repeatedly.
Without answering the accusation, the Golden Blade Grandmaster instead coldly looked towards the sky and spoke with a frown.
"Flying Eagle Grandmaster, won't you act?"
As the words fell, the Whale Sect Grandmaster rushed out.
The Flying Eagle Grandmaster in mid-air sighed, his face filled with helplessness.
Screech!
An eagle's cry erupted, and sharp talons tore through the sky.
The two assisting grandmasters were both intercepted, and the light around Chen Feng dimmed as the gray-robed Old Grandmaster Flying Dragon appeared before him.
Boom!!!
A palm strike erupted, blue light exploded, and red light clashed.
A muffled explosion, and the water dispersed the force.
The Old Grandmaster had blocked the decisive strike in front of Lu Xinglong, sliding back seven or eight meters with him, neutralizing the previous fatal blow.
Moreover, he was filled with cold and killing intent, gathering his force to continue intervening.
Seeing this, the onlookers on the shore finally snapped out of their daze, their faces turning pale.
"Wasn't this supposed to be a life-and-death battle? How can someone intervene?"
A tourist beside Wang Hanwen asked in confusion, and the old man in the long robe sighed.
Many in the martial arts circle frowned and shook their heads, while Cao Tong and others from the Flame Tiger Sect looked grim.
"Senior Brother!"
Xu Tingxiao, Wu Shuang, Zhao Jushan, and other core disciples clenched their fists, feeling both aggrieved and anxious.
They were on the verge of victory, but the Flying Dragon Sect had no shame.
"What a disgrace!"
Cao Tong cursed angrily, and Luo Yue and others on the viewing platform also looked displeased.
Just a second ago, they were thrilled that their coach was about to win, but now the situation had taken a drastic turn.
"Doesn't Representative Chu care?"
"Coach Chen is the only martial arts grandmaster in Nanjiang!"
Zhuang Xiaoqing said worriedly, but Luo Yue shook his head, looking complexly at the center of the viewing platform.
He knew it wasn't that Representative Chu didn't want to intervene.
But...
"Heh, this is quite interesting."
"But then again, a life-and-death battle doesn't necessarily mean a one-on-one fight. This shouldn't count as breaking the rules."
The curly-haired young man smirked, standing beside Chu Shihong in a dark suit, squinting and smiling. "Right, Representative Chu?"
As the words fell, Chu Shihong felt as if cold water had been poured over him, his face darkening, yet he felt helpless.
Behind him, Qin Xiao opened his mouth, but soon the curly-haired young man looked over with a smile.
Their eyes met, and though Qin Xiao was displeased, he could only lower his head.
In an instant, all eyes were focused once more.
No one could intervene, and everyone looked towards the riverbank, watching the burly young man with bronze skin stand alone against the two grandmasters of the Flying Dragon Sect.
"Young man, blame it on your ignorance of what true momentum is."
The gray-robed old man spoke coldly, blue force swirling around him, his aura surging.
His originally thin body suddenly became burly and muscular, filling out the gray robe.
Clearly, he was a grandmaster who had mastered both force and physique.
In contrast...
Hum!!
With the old man's support, Lu Xinglong finally caught his breath.
He formed hand seals and performed the Dragon Crane Art, forcibly healing the wounds on his chest.
The hesitation in his eyes was suppressed, and he finally looked at the burly young man seven or eight meters away.
With such talent, he could reach the Pinnacle Realm.
If he wasn't eliminated today, the Flying Dragon Sect would never have peace.
Instantly, personal pride was set aside, and Lu Xinglong's eyes were filled with killing intent, his previously waning aura restored once more.
In that moment, the Flying Dragon reappeared, one on the left and one on the right, freezing the sky and the river.
The surrounding water seemed to stand still, and the undisguised killing intent rushed towards him.
But unexpectedly, Chen Feng suddenly smiled.
"Old man, you finally decided to step in, huh?"
As the words fell, the gray-robed old man frowned.
Ignoring the old man's dark expression, Chen Feng instead expanded his senses, enveloping the surrounding area, and locked eyes with the Black Crow in the sky.
With his focused senses, how could he have allowed Lu Xinglong to be saved?
Even that previous strike should have ended his life.
But unexpectedly, his consciousness had been interfered with for a moment, creating a brief opening.
So, there was only one explanation.
It was you who stopped me, wasn't it?
"Heh."
Instantly, Chen Feng's smile faded, and his aura suddenly solidified.
Lu Xinglong across from him narrowed his eyes, exchanged a glance with the gray-robed old man, and they immediately attacked together, pincering him from both sides.
Whoosh!!!
Blue light and afterimages flashed across the river, the water exploded, and they were upon him.
The True Intent Flying Dragon attacked from both sides, and the Black Crow's mocking caw echoed in his ears.
Chen Feng's face was expressionless, only his sharp white teeth visible, his eyes filled with intense cold light.
"Divine Martial Alliance..."
"Why must you push me?"
Roar!!!
The tiger's roar shook the river, and both fists swept across the sky.
The Flying Dragons on both sides were blocked, and red force coiled around his arms, a fiery sun suspended above his head.
The river beneath his feet churned, the riverbed rolled, and sand flew.
With his senses enveloping all malice and killing intent, the Seed of Life within Chen Feng's body was fully activated.
Boom!!!
Fist and palm collided, and the Flying Dragon exploded.
Water droplets rained down like a storm, and the fiery sun shot out like a missile, instantly sending Lu Xinglong flying.
"Die!!!"
The gray-robed old man seized the opportunity to strike, his sinewy arms like pythons, tearing through the gray robe as his fist aimed straight for Chen Feng's heart.
Hum!
With focused senses, the world slowed.
The Black Crow's interference was completely cast aside, and the expanding explosive fist met the strike head-on.
Boom!!
Fist against fist, brute force exploded.
The Heavenly Flame Force and the Explosive Fist combined, with a thirty percent boost in the Giant Tiger form.
The blue force was instantly obliterated, and the gray-robed old man's face changed.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!!
In an instant, the two exchanged dozens of punches, clashing on the river's surface.
Muffled explosions erupted continuously, and the Life Energy from the Seed of Life within Chen Feng's body kept surging.
The river's waves were annihilated, and the wind raged on.
Ten punches! Twenty punches! Thirty punches!
The cold light in Chen Feng's eyes shone brightly, and he keenly sensed a pause in the old man's force.
In the next moment.
Boom!!
A punch landed squarely on the old man's chest, causing blood to spill from his mouth, his chest caving in as he stumbled back.
Chen Feng stepped forward coldly, the Flame Tiger reappearing behind him.
Roar!!!
But Lu Xinglong attacked again, merging with the True Intent Flying Dragon, bringing forth a dazzling blue light and a wave of water.
"Thirty years ago, the Flame Tiger Sect lost."
"That was because I wasn't there."
Boom!!!
Chen Feng coldly punched, and a water column erupted behind him, shooting into the sky.
Lu Xinglong's face changed, and he took several steps back, sinking into the river, feeling that Chen Feng's strength had increased yet again.
"And today..."
The tiger leaped out, high temperatures evaporating everything.
Chen Feng once again closed in on Lu Xinglong, his elbow poised at his waist, a hazy white light with a red dot appearing.
"I'm here, I'll handle it."
"All you need to do is one thing."
Whoosh!!!
The meteor shot out, striking the chest.
Flesh exploded, and the barely healed wounds rebounded violently.
A bloody hole appeared, and Lu Xinglong looked down at his chest in disbelief.
"Offer your neck, and accept death."
Chen Feng spoke in a low voice, gripping the beating heart.
"Xinglong!!!"
The gray-robed old man roared in anger, his body like a shadow as he flew over.
The three Cyborgs in mid-air also changed expressions, filled with anger and killing intent, rushing over together.
"Young man, release Sect Leader Lu..."
Boom!!
Blood exploded, and the beating stopped.
The splattering blood hadn't even reached him before it was evaporated by the red force.
The water behind him sank, and the unfinished threat was completely silenced.
The curly-haired young man on the viewing platform's eyes turned cold, while the other onlookers on the shore were utterly shocked.
"He's... dead?"
The Whale Sect Grandmaster and the other three in the distance instinctively stopped fighting, horrified and stunned.
Though they knew that a life-and-death battle would inevitably result in death, when it actually happened, they were still shocked.
After all.
That was a grandmaster.
A martial arts grandmaster of the same level as them!
"Die!!!"
Suddenly, a roar erupted, breaking the silence.
The gray-robed old man's face turned pale and ugly, forcibly gathering his force to punch out.
Three silver darts shot out like arrows, the magnetic field expanded, and the force field enveloped everything.
All the killing moves came at once, and in that moment, they no longer cared about the so-called martial arts duel.
"Damn it!"
In the Tian Hao Security aircraft, Lin Hao's face changed, and he immediately wanted to order Liu Bo to act.
But soon.
Meng Anran beside him shook her head, as if sensing something.
"He should be able to handle it."
Roar!!!
As if in response.
A furious tiger's roar shook the heavens, and a red flame-filled explosive fist erupted.
Boom!!
Fist against fist, Chen Feng's eyes were aggressive, instantly forcing the gray-robed old man back.
Clang clang clang!
The silver darts struck his body, producing a series of metallic sounds, vibrating rapidly, trying to pierce his flesh.
But to this, Chen Feng's eyelids drooped.
Hum! Whoosh!
With immense force, the darts were sent flying.
In the next moment, he spread his arms, and the hazy white light reappeared in the world.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Fists like meteors, white light like rain.
The mist dispersed, and the sound of the wind broke through the force field's suppression, heading straight for the three Cyborgs.
"Child's play!"
One of them snorted coldly, throwing out a briefcase.
In an instant, a huge circular shield appeared, blocking in front of him.
Boom boom boom!
Explosions rang out, the white light not like force, but more like missiles.
The powerful force directly weakened the force field, and the shield was bombarded backward, the three Cyborgs looking slightly flushed.
Worried about being attacked, the three exchanged glances, no longer holding back, and quickly activated their fourth-level force field devices.
Silver light scattered, enveloping everything, and all force was forcibly dispersed.
But...
Boom!!
The thick red fist pressed forward, instantly breaking through the gray-robed old man's defensive stance.
The three Cyborgs stiffened, completely unprepared for Chen Feng changing his target and attacking the Old Grandmaster Flying Dragon.
"Damn it!"
They all acted simultaneously, and several silver darts shot through the sky again, the magnetic field activated, and the blue light of the Flying Dragon bloomed in the world.
Facing such attacks, Chen Feng didn't dodge or evade, and even punched the gray-robed old man's head askew, then took the opportunity to grip his neck.
Hum!
In an instant, the three magnetic field Flying Dragons froze, and the killing intent enveloping the sky and river surrounded them.
"Young man, let go!"
The Cyborgs of the Flying Dragon Sect shouted angrily.
This was the last grandmaster of the Flying Dragon Sect, and if he died here, the consequences would be unimaginable.
At the same time, around the aircraft in mid-air, the True Intents of the Yun Port martial arts circle standing on single-person aircrafts looked pale, feeling fear.
What kind of monster had they provoked?
Could the Flying Dragon Sect really protect them?
"Huff huff..."
In that moment, their eyes met.
The gray-robed old man struggled, his eyes filled with anger and trembling.
The onlookers on the shore and the viewing platform all looked over, and the curly-haired young man's eyes subtly revealed a trace of gloom.
"This ends here."
He suddenly spoke, his voice transmitted through the communication module of a Cyborg in mid-air, reaching Chen Feng's ears.
Chu Shihong's expression turned complex, and the Whale Sect Grandmaster and others had similar looks.
Chen Feng paused, turning his head to look at the curly-haired young man on the viewing platform.
Hundreds of meters apart, he saw the young man's face and figure clearly.
Their eyes met, and seeing Chen Feng's expressionless face, the curly-haired young man spoke again.
"With the current situation in Feng Province being so volatile, with internal unrest in Suro to the west and the threat of the Platinum Federation across the Great Ocean to the south."
"As a grandmaster, you should prioritize the bigger picture."
The curly-haired young man spoke, returning to a calm demeanor.
His tone was firm and reserved, and Luo Yue and others looked complex, while Cao Tong and others clenched their fists in anger, yet didn't dare to refute.
They had long known this person's identity.
He was the biggest backer of the Flying Dragon Sect, the true owner of the Flying Dragon Group.
The son of the Vice Councilor, a representative of the council, a position of great power.
In that moment, countless eyes focused on Chen Feng.
Lin Hao in the aircraft, though filled with righteous indignation, still urged Chen Feng through the earpiece to remain calm and restrained.
Beside him, Meng Anran's expression was calm, though her phoenix eyes behind the sunglasses narrowed slightly, as if waiting for his decision.
"Prioritize the bigger picture?"
Suddenly, under the gaze of thousands, Chen Feng spoke.
His thick hand like a tiger's claw still gripped the gray-robed old man's neck.
"Correct."
The curly-haired young man named Luo Hui spoke with righteous fervor. "Grandmasters are rare in the martial arts world, and the loss of any one is a loss for Feng Province."
"The outcome of your life-and-death battle with Lu Xinglong has already been decided, why add more damage."
"This ends here, I will..."
Crack!
The sound of bones breaking echoed, and Chen Feng's eyelids drooped, standing on the river's surface, tossing aside the gray-robed corpse, and looking directly at Luo Hui.
"I kill him."
"And I become the bigger picture."
TL/N: Holy S#!T That was freaking awesome!
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