Translator: CinderTL
Silence!
The river's waves surged endlessly, but the only sound echoing was that of the towering figure.
Was he the greater picture?
The curly-haired young man's eyes turned cold, and the three Cyborgs immediately activated their overloaded energy state.
"You dare to speak of the greater picture!"
"Seeking death!!"
Whoosh!!
Silver shuttles charged forward, magnetic fields spread out, and three suspended blue light dragons swooped down.
The terrifying force caused the Whale Sect Grandmaster and others to pale slightly, yet Chen Feng stood motionless, locking eyes with Luo Hui across the river, neither dodging nor making any move.
The crowd was puzzled, but no one thought he would give up resistance.
Until the next moment.
Splash!!!
Water erupted as if a slumbering giant had awakened, breaking through the surface.
A glimmer of golden patterns on white-gray reflected across the world, the diamond-shaped crystal in the center of the golden stone helmet refracting sunlight.
Hum!
Immediately, massive stone wings flapped, resembling an immovable moving wall, blocking the front.
Boom!!!
The three magnetic field dragons, each seven to eight meters long, froze mid-air, shockwaves exploded, and water columns shot skyward.
This unexpected scene left everyone present pale and shocked.
"It's that Cyborg!"
The Giant Elephant Grandmaster and others immediately recognized the Holy Shield Colossus that had appeared during the battle at Yue Mountain. Chu Shihong was surprised, while the curly-haired young man named Luo Hui narrowed his eyes.
Inside the aircraft, Lin Hao's worries vanished, and Meng Anran removed her sunglasses, her expression one of surprise.
She knew Chen Feng had a trump card and had privately investigated this bio-Cyborg.
But wasn't he at the Titanium-grade level?
When had he grown so strong?
Hum!!!
The Holy Shield Colossus, with its height and size controlled to three meters, suddenly threw a punch.
The immense force created a hurricane, magnetic field instruments shattered, and the blue light dragons vanished.
"How is this possible!!"
The three Cyborgs paled as the energy readings in their scanning modules skyrocketed.
Whoosh!!
The stone wings flapped, and the Holy Shield Colossus soared into the sky, heading straight for one of the Cyborgs.
The target's face visibly paled as he hurriedly summoned a silver flying shield, activated a force field, and burst into blue light.
Boom!!!
A muffled explosion rang out as the white-gray fist brutally penetrated the blue force field.
The Titanium-grade silver flying shield shattered, blood splattered, and the Cyborg man looked down in disbelief at his chest.
White-gray stained with blood, piercing through everything.
The other two Cyborgs widened their eyes, clearly sensing their companion's life force rapidly fading.
Their faces turned pale, and then they tried to flee.
But.
Whoosh!!
The stone wings flapped again, and the Holy Shield Colossus threw the corpse aside, leaping between the two Cyborgs.
Massive stone-like hands reached out, violently tearing through all force field defenses, grabbing their heads from both sides.
Then, under the gaze of the crowd.
Crack!
Boom!!
Like a massive boulder pressing down, crimson liquid resembling watermelon juice splattered across the river surface.
The headless bodies were casually discarded, sinking to the riverbed, causing many people by the ancient riverside town to tremble.
For a moment, the white-gray colossus, like a massive stone sculpture, hovered in mid-air, becoming the center of attention.
"Flame Tiger Grandmaster."
With an icy expression, Luo Hui stood at the center of the observation deck.
His eyes flickered as he watched the burly bronze-skinned young man, stepping forward towards the colossus.
The man and the colossus faced each other in mid-air, their indifferent expressions conveying an unyielding attitude.
The atmosphere was deathly silent. Luo Hui hesitated, and a bodyguard whispered something in his ear.
His eyes flickered, and he looked back.
The cabin door of Tian Hao Security suddenly opened.
Ssshh! Clack!
The sudden noise drew everyone's attention. They saw a blonde woman in sunglasses descending on a single-person aircraft, accompanied by Cyborg bodyguards, landing on the observation deck.
Her hands in her pockets, her expression calm.
Seeing this, before she could speak, Luo Hui's face darkened, as if he understood something.
"So, that Cyborg is the work of your Black Crystal Group."
His words stunned everyone.
Including Meng Anran, who paused, the words she had intended to use to drive him away now stuck in her throat.
"To dare let a fifth-tier bio-Cyborg roam freely outside the ruins, Meng Anran, you're something."
"Your Black Crystal Group truly has guts."
Luo Hui spoke coldly, then turned his gaze to the figure on the river.
His steps were steady as he walked, seemingly about to board the observation deck.
His unbridled aggressive gaze bore into the scene, and the white-gray colossus behind him seemed eager to act.
Subconsciously averting his gaze, he snorted.
"Such arrogance."
"Let's go!"
A fifth-tier Cyborg was beyond what his current escort could handle, and there was no need to further damage his dignity.
Immediately, the group left quickly, flanked by two Titanium-grade Cyborgs, their expressions wary and fearful as they watched the white-gray colossus on the river.
Finally, the aircraft ascended and left.
Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, seemingly locking gazes with Luo Hui through the aircraft window for a moment.
The son of the Vice Chairman.
The true master behind the Flying Dragon Group.
Whether he offended him or not no longer mattered, for he now had the strength to defend himself and stand as an equal.
The summoning of the Holy Shield Colossus was deliberate—a display of power to earn the necessary respect.
Then, he turned his gaze to the several aircraft of the Flying Dragon Sect.
The True Intent experts and the martial arts elites of Yun Port.
And in the distance, the Whale Sect Grandmaster and another had stopped the Flying Eagle Grandmaster and the Golden Blade Grandmaster.
Facing his cold gaze, they were all petrified with fear.
Ssshh!!!
Suddenly, a golden blade flashed, and sword qi surged.
Caught off guard, the Flying Eagle Grandmaster was stabbed through the heart, the golden blade reflecting his aged, respectful face.
"The Golden Blade Sect is willing to become a vassal of the Flame Tiger!!"
The Golden Blade Grandmaster shouted, as the Flying Eagle Grandmaster before him turned pale, his robe stained with blood, his aura plummeting.
The Whale Sect Grandmaster and others paled, completely unprepared for such a swift betrayal.
The other observing martial arts sects were shocked, quickly followed by scornful murmurs.
But the Golden Blade Grandmaster pulled out his golden blade, as if unaware, standing respectfully in place.
Compared to his life, dignity meant nothing.
As long as he could survive, whether under the Flying Dragon or the Flame Tiger, it mattered little to him.
Plop!
Immediately, the Flying Eagle Grandmaster fell into the river.
Chen Feng looked over indifferently, asking only one question.
"Do you mean you will now follow only my commands?"
"Exactly!"
The Golden Blade Grandmaster's face lit up with joy as he clasped his fists respectfully. "The Flame Tiger Grandmaster is the foremost grandmaster of the southern martial arts world. The Golden Blade Sect is willing to serve under you."
"Hmm."
Chen Feng nodded calmly.
"Kill him."
Whoosh!!!
The white-gray colossus darted out, the river's waves roiling, stirring up a storm.
The Golden Blade Grandmaster's eyes widened, but in the next second, his golden blade was shattered, and his chest pierced.
"Why... why?"
He couldn't understand.
No matter what, he was still a grandmaster. Why would such a submissive surrender still lead to his death.
"Following my commands... you're not worthy."
Plop!
Another body joined the Huai River. Chen Feng then looked up.
The group of trembling, terrified, or resentful True Intent experts of Yun Port's martial arts world had already taken the opportunity to hide in their aircraft, even activating their energy devices, preparing to leave.
Sensing through the metal cabin door, Jiang Yunshan inside was pale with fear, both angry and terrified.
Revenge, survival, concealment...
The repeated, trembling murmurs echoed in his ears. Chen Feng's gaze passed over them, looking up at the sky.
The black crow had disappeared at some point, the malicious spying gone without a trace.
Not surprised, he finally looked at the riverside.
Whoosh!!
The Holy Shield Colossus suddenly ascended, passing over his head, dispersing a patch of mist.
The stone wings flapped, stirring up a fierce wind.
Behind them, an explosion echoed in mid-air, the retreating aircraft bursting into flames, plunging into the river.
The atmosphere was silent, the mist dispersing.
He scanned everyone on the riverbank.
Chu Shihong's expression was complex, a mix of awe and relief, signaling the Safety Bureau not to interfere in this feud, while also sealing off some of the scene's information.
Luo Yue and the others from the club were stunned, while Cao Tong, Xu Tingxiao, and the other Flame Tiger Sect disciples were elated, their previous gloom and worry swept away, their faces flushed with pride.
As for the Whale Sect and Giant Elephant Grandmasters.
They exchanged a glance, forcing smiles, their gazes now carrying a hint of reverence for him.
In that moment, everything was taken in.
Chen Feng turned and walked away, the Flame Tiger reappearing, the water evaporating, mist spreading.
Step by step, he walked across the Huai River, his figure growing distant, leaving behind a trail of awe.
The dragon and tiger struggle had ended, and the martial arts world by the riverside was in turmoil, filled with awe and complex emotions.
What had started as a simple life-and-death duel.
Had ended with four grandmasters buried in the Huai River.
"I wonder what the future holds for the southern martial arts world..."
A robed elder sighed, his voice tinged with worry and uncertainty.
Beside him, Wang Hanwen was still stunned, the figure hundreds of meters away growing clearer in his mind.
So, you've already grown this powerful.
Her expression unreadable, she sighed softly.
In contrast, on the observation deck.
Watching the mist rise and the figure disappear.
Meng Anran's curiosity only deepened.
"Who is behind you?"
She had been framed, and while she didn't mind offending Luo Hui.
This feeling still left her somewhat frustrated.
Then, glancing at the surrounding crowd, she shook her head and turned away, leaving with her Titanium-grade Cyborg.
The other board members and councilors were still in shock, but the Whale Sect and Giant Elephant Grandmasters exchanged a look, their smiles tinged with helplessness and bitterness.
"Truly... we misjudged him."
"Yes."
"You've really outdone yourself this time!"
The excited voice came through the earpiece. Chen Feng's expression remained calm, neither happy nor sad.
He had never felt so at peace before.
It was the baptism of slaughter, washing away much of the hidden malice in his heart.
"But seriously, that white giant is really something."
"Is he part of the Blue Demon's team?"
The probing, curious question came through. Lin Hao naturally knew Chen Feng had no connection to the Black Crystal Group.
"Hmm."
Chen Feng nodded lightly, offering no further explanation.
The two tacitly ended the conversation there. He walked to the pebble-strewn riverbank, where a blue flying car was parked.
Smart AI Big Head opened the door automatically, revealing a black jacket in the driver's seat.
He had prepared for the worst in this battle, but everything had gone smoother than expected.
Then, walking to the flying car, he put on the black jacket.
Just as Lin Hao thought it was all over, Chen Feng didn't leave but stood still, turning to look back at the river.
"Come out."
His voice was calm, but Lin Hao in the earpiece was puzzled.
Soon, as Chen Feng's eyes turned cold.
A drenched figure in a gray robe emerged from the Huai River.
His hair and beard were white, his eyes sharp like an eagle's.
The blood on his chest had already dried, and dark golden force flowed around him, quickly evaporating most of the moisture from his robe.
"Greetings, Flame Tiger Grandmaster."
Standing on the riverside, he spoke with a bitter smile, clasping his fists in salute.
Seeing this through the drone, Lin Hao's face changed, and he blurted out.
"The Flying Eagle Grandmaster?"
"Isn't he dead?"
Stabbed through the heart by the Golden Blade Grandmaster, he had sunk into the river.
"What do you have to say?"
Ignoring Lin Hao, Chen Feng looked coldly at the Flying Eagle Grandmaster.
From the start, he had sensed something off, realizing the man wasn't dead but had faked his death to escape into the river.
"Nothing to say."
The aged face showed a bitter smile, and the Flying Eagle Grandmaster sighed.
He hadn't expected such bad luck.
He had even suppressed his aura, faking death to escape through the Golden Blade's hand.
Yet the direction of his escape had coincidentally aligned with Chen Feng's departure.
Knowing there was no way out and with his injuries severe.
He no longer struggled, simply dissipating his force and clasping his fists.
"Today's outcome is solely my doing, Pei Po Kong's, and has nothing to do with the other elders and disciples of the Golden Flying Eagle Sect."
"I beg the Flame Tiger Grandmaster to be magnanimous and spare them."
His words were resolute, his eyes calm, ready for death.
Sensing no malice or deceit, Chen Feng narrowed his eyes but surprisingly didn't act, instead remaining silent for a moment.
"Which martial arts sects in the Red Nation are skilled in illusion techniques?"
The Divine Martial Alliance matter wasn't resolved, and he hadn't forgotten the malicious interference of the Black Crow.
The Golden Flying Eagle Sect was once the foremost sect in the south and might have some clues in this regard.
"Oh?"
Surprised, the white-haired Pei Po Kong hadn't expected this sudden question.
Not daring to delay, he quickly nodded. "In my early years, I traveled throughout the Red Nation and encountered six or seven martial arts sects specializing in this."
"Four of them were minor sects with incomplete legacies, and two others only had True Intent practitioners."
"However, there is one northern sect called the Illusion Sound Sect, located in Tai Province, which once had a grandmaster..."
He spoke in a continuous stream, and Lin Hao in the earpiece marveled.
Deep in thought, Chen Feng noted the name "Illusion Sound."
Lin Hao, after all, wasn't part of the martial arts world and was somewhat lacking in investigating the Divine Martial Alliance.
So.
"Do you want to live?" Chen Feng asked.
Pei Po Kong was stunned, then quickly clasped his fists. "Of course."
"Whatever task the Flame Tiger Grandmaster assigns, Pei Po Kong and the Golden Flying Eagle Sect will comply without question."
After sensing once more and confirming no malice, Chen Feng looked at him deeply.
"Then... do something for me."
(End of the Chapter)
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