Translator: CinderTL
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!!"
"The exchange has already started!"
"Get inside quickly!"
"Something's off, why does it feel so quiet?!"
In the parking area of the snow-capped mountain building, many Suro members were still rushing in.
A black car barely found a spot to park. After getting out, they looked in the direction where everyone was hurrying.
Xu Tingxiao frowned slightly, and the young man beside him couldn't help but ask, "Brother Tingxiao, has Grandmaster Chen already started?"
"Probably."
As they spoke, the group quickened their pace.
The Cloud Platform area was eerily quiet, with many people standing stiffly.
Seeing this, their hearts filled with doubt, and worry began to creep in.
Why is it so quiet? Could something have happened? In their haste, they finally arrived near the open-air Cloud Platform.
Soon, a powerful force, indifferent to friend or foe, enveloped the entire Cloud Platform area.
Drones flying in mid-air all plummeted to the ground. The Suro female reporter who had asked earlier widened her eyes, her face flushed with fear, feeling as if her throat was being choked, unable to make a sound.
Looking further inside, the people holding banners in the stands all wore the same expression—terrified, their bodies trembling as if they might collapse at any moment.
"Impossible!!"
Walong below the stage suddenly roared, his eyes bloodshot.
This familiar feeling, this familiar scene.
He couldn't believe it, nor did he want to admit that this power came from his opponent.
"What kind of force field is this?"
"Wait! In this kind of setting, it can't be a Fifth-Tier Cyborg!"
"Idiot, this isn't a force field! This is the Essence of the Pinnacle Realm!!"
A wave of shock and anger came from the higher-ups of the Dowa Sect. Many wanted to move, but the immense pressure on their bodies left them unable to budge.
Napong on the stage was drenched in cold sweat, his gray robes thoroughly soaked.
His eyes, filled with dark light, were fixed on the black-clad young man before him. He refused to believe that the other had already touched the Pinnacle Realm.
Or perhaps, had he already ascended to it?
Whoosh!!! Suddenly, a figure from below the stage forcefully broke through the pressure and charged onto the stage.
"I don't believe it!!"
Walong roared, a massive black vulture True Intent manifesting behind him, lifelike, as if real.
A howling sound followed, like the roar of a cannon.
In an instant, seeing the arrowhead of white air the other had created and the figure closing in, Chen Feng's expression remained indifferent, unsurprised.
The mental pressure of the Wrath of the Storm was area-wide. The larger the area, the more dispersed the power, and naturally, the weaker the pressure.
Buzz! In the next moment, he simply dispersed the Wrath of the Storm and took a step forward.
Thud!!! Fist and palm collided, a muffled explosion rang out.
The two stood facing each other. With a crack, the massive stage shook violently, and cracks rapidly spread beneath their feet.
"You can't possibly be at the Pinnacle Realm!!"
Walong bellowed, his eyes blazing with ferocity.
The humiliation from yesterday was still fresh in his mind, and the Mountain Ancestor's instructions only added to his near loss of rationality.
All his plans were forgotten. Black patterns spread across his body, erupting with dark light, and the lifelike, ferocious vulture merged with him.
Buzz!!! Immediately, his left palm, coiled at his waist, transformed into an eagle's claw, striking straight for Chen Feng's lower abdomen.
The tearing sound was like the screech of a vulture, the dense black light surging, about to hit its mark.
Boom!!! The delayed fist struck the eagle claw's arm, landing squarely on Walong's chest.
A crisp crack accompanied the caving in of his chest. He let out a loud cry, spitting a mouthful of blood, his eyes bulging almost out of their sockets. His body arched backward like a shrimp, about to be sent flying.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!
Three consecutive punches, swift as lightning.
Chen Feng's left hand gripped the opponent's fractured arm, pulling his body forward. His right arm, like a spear, shattered the Body Protecting Titanium Inner Armor, leaving three deep indentations on his chest, almost protruding from his back.
The once-mighty Grandmaster of Three Gates was instantly crippled. His flying figure smashed through all obstacles, landing on the spectator stands.
The atmosphere was deathly silent. The crowd, who had just been gasping for air after the pressure dissipated, was now drenched in cold sweat and fear. They watched as Chen Feng ignored the nearby Grandmaster Napong, his gaze fixed on the opposite stands.
"The Suro Twin Stars?"
His tone was disdainful. Chen Feng suddenly raised his hand, delivering a whip-like punch that shattered the deadly palm strike Grandmaster Napong had sneakily aimed at him.
The so-called toxic dark light invaded, but a crimson burst erupted like flames. The immense physical strength within his body forced the toxins out.
Thud.
His hand, like a tiger's claw, grabbed Grandmaster Napong's head, the gray hair tangled between his fingers.
"Is this all you've got?"
He didn't even glance at the old man in his grasp, still looking down at the Martial Arts World of Suro, including the thirty-something man cloaked in black.
All confidence vanished in an instant, replaced by a heavy, chilling atmosphere.
Boom!!
A muffled explosion sounded as Napong's body swayed like a rice stalk. The dark light erupting from him was instantly suppressed by the crimson, vanishing in a flash.
Steadying himself, Chen Feng slammed Napong's head into the arena floor, repeatedly smashing it down.
Boom! Boom!!
Boom!!! The muffled sounds continued as a seven-meter-long crimson tiger appeared, its four paws wreathed in flames.
Grandmaster Napong, his face covered in blood and flesh torn, was in a state of confusion, nearly torn apart by the pain.
Instinctively, he gritted his teeth, trying to resist, but the next second...
"This punch is for Old Zhou."
Boom!!! The cold words landed as a fist pierced through his lower abdomen, sending a spray of blood into the air.
Below the stage, Zhou Wuren and the others were stunned. The higher-ups of the Dowa Sect could no longer sit still, and one of them angrily shouted at Gert.
"Gert, why aren't you making a move?!!!"
Amid the angry questioning, the figure in the black cloak remained motionless, as if expressing dissatisfaction with their earlier plans.
"You!!"
The Dowa Sect's higher-ups were furious. The two Grandmasters from the other Mystic Mark Schools had no choice but to step forward, their expressions grave.
Whoosh! Whoosh!!!
The whistling sounds were like a sharp wind. Two figures, trailing black light, pierced through the air like water, leaving a dark trail behind.
Hum! The whistling intensified, becoming piercingly loud.
One of them, with the Black Eagle True Intent fused into his body, his entire form covered in eagle-shaped Secret Marks, his hands like eagle claws, appeared behind Chen Feng.
The other, roaring like a tiger, leaped onto the arena, charging head-on, his fists erupting with cold, explosive force.
Zhou Wuren instinctively wanted to step onto the stage, but soon...
Boom!!! Chen Feng's left foot stomped the ground as he spun around, delivering a kick.
The elder with the eagle marks was kicked through the chest, his face instantly pale, spitting blood into the air. He flew backward at an even faster speed, creating five or six craters in the ground.
"Seeking death!!"
The tiger-marked elder, charging head-on, took advantage of the momentum to unleash a powerful punch.
Boom!!
The fist struck the head.
The black-clad figure stood motionless, allowing the cracks beneath his feet to spread, only tilting his head slightly to glance at his opponent. A surge of coldness made the tiger-striped old man's heart tremble with fear.
What kind of physical body was this? Thud!!
There was no answer, only a fist imprint that struck squarely in the lower abdomen, almost piercing through, causing the mystic marks on his body to dissipate and fade. His figure crashed through a corner of the spectator stand, nearly falling off the cliff.
Such ferocity silenced the entire arena, and even Cao Tong and the others felt a sense of exhilaration and pride.
But just at the critical moment.
Whoosh!!! The black cloak fluttered violently as the figure shot through the air, arriving right in front of Chen Feng.
Thud!!! Fist met fist, and a gale howled like a tornado.
The arena floor caved in with a loud crash, cracking further.
A nearly tangible dark light condensed in the air, resembling a massive curtain suspended behind Gert, blocking half the sky's light.
"You are not at the Pinnacle Realm."
Their eyes met, and his voice was icy, the lingering shock in his eyes forcibly suppressed.
He didn't believe the Red Nation would break this rule. It was agreed beforehand that those at the Pinnacle Realm would not intervene; otherwise, they wouldn't have been allowed to decide the final outcome.
Therefore, the opponent must have only touched the limit, prematurely grasping the Essence of the Pinnacle Realm.
"What if I am?"
Beneath the slanting brows, his eyes were indifferent, only reflecting streaks of crimson.
In an instant, strands of crimson bloomed behind Chen Feng, and the cracks beneath their feet rapidly expanded.
Thud!!! Another fist collision, and the specially designed arena finally gave way, collapsing and breaking into smaller sections.
The blazing sun hung in the sky, facing the massive curtain from afar.
Sensing the opponent's Pseudo-Pinnacle Realm aura, Chen Feng exhaled a scorching white breath, the vertical pupils of the Flame Tiger behind him reflecting everything.
Boom boom boom boom boom!!! Their fists and palms intertwined, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.
Figures flickered, and dull thuds continued, with only the crimson and dark light flashing rapidly, allowing a faint glimpse of their movements.
"So fast!"
Zhou Wuren was secretly alarmed, while Yuan Yueshan beside him had already activated the scanning module.
But even so, the blue light circles on the virtual screen within couldn't lock onto the trajectories of the two figures, only seeing afterimages constantly appearing.
"Isn't Grandmaster Chen not known for his speed?"
Han Chao was already shaken but still felt puzzled, instinctively asking.
"It's strength."
Zhou Wuren stared intently at the crimson and dark light flickering around the arena, his expression awestruck as he explained, "Grandmaster Chen's strength is too immense, allowing him to achieve a brief burst that compensates for his lack of speed."
"But that Gert from Suro is no ordinary opponent either. His Mandala Mystic Markings are incredibly powerful, and his speed is even faster than Grandmaster Chen's."
As he spoke, it was clear that dark light had condensed in Gert's eyes, and a Mandala pattern had already bloomed on his face.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!! His figure flashed repeatedly, his speed increasing once more, allowing him to unleash several strikes in an instant, targeting Chen Feng's eyes, neck, and abdomen—his weak points.
Although the onlookers couldn't discern the details, they could see the dark light surging, constantly surrounding the crimson on both sides.
"Doesn't that mean he's going to lose?"
Lin Hao frowned with concern, and Zhou Wuren also seemed unsure of the situation.
Grandmaster Chen seemed intent on not using the Essence of the Pinnacle Realm, but such overconfidence... Boom!!
The figure retreated, revealing a burst of crimson light as the black-clad youth emerged.
His tattered black clothes exposed patches of bronze skin beneath.
Squinting slightly, Chen Feng could sense that Gert was even stronger than the Great Guardian of the Divine Martial Alliance.
"I permit you to use the Essence of the Pinnacle Realm."
Gert stopped abruptly, his toes lightly touching the ground. Behind him, the dark light of the backdrop shifted rapidly, forming wing-like structures that hovered on either side of his body.
His brownish-yellow face was now enveloped in black patterns, resembling the blooming of a mandala flower on his flesh.
Shiva and the others clenched their fists in excitement, while even the previously furious high-ranking members of the Dowa Sect relaxed their brows.
Yet, the young man opposite remained calm, simply tearing off his tattered black sweater.
His bare, bronze upper body was revealed, dotted with white marks and red spots, but with no significant scars.
In an instant, Gert's pupils contracted as he heard the cracking sounds from the other's body, which then expanded to a height of two meters.
"The Suro Twin Stars are only this much."
Chen Feng spoke calmly, aware that his opponent was far stronger than Walong, having truly touched the limits of human potential.
Below the stage, the severely injured and crippled Walong vomited blood and fainted in anger, but Gert remained unfazed, cautiously gathering his strength and frowning at Chen Feng.
Their eyes met, and the young man spoke again with composure.
"But unfortunately, Suro's martial arts are mediocre, and you are no exception."
Whoosh!!! As soon as the words left his mouth, Gert's eyes flashed with cold light, and he charged forward, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.
The dark wings formed by concentrated Force seemed almost real, and the mandala's Mystic Marks spread once more, appearing on the skin of his palms.
In an instant, his speed increased, nearly reaching the speed of sound, as he struck Chen Feng's chest with a palm strike.
Thud!!
A muffled explosion echoed, shaking the Cloud Summit and causing the snow on the nearby mountains to fall in cascades.
The iron chains on the cliff swayed incessantly, and the Suro spectators around the arena were filled with excitement, believing the outcome was decided.
But.
Chen Feng stood unmoved.
Gert's pupils contracted as he looked at the spot where his palm had struck.
The bronze chest remained intact, with only a few drops of blood seeping from the pores, barely breaking the skin.
In disbelief, a thick hand seized the opportunity and grabbed his arm.
"You almost broke through my defense."
The deep voice resonated, and Gert's expression changed slightly, realizing he had fallen for the other's provocation.
Though his speed was superior, that advantage was now completely nullified.
Thud!!
The punch struck with the force of a dragon's charge! Splat!! Blood sprayed as Gert's bloodshot eyes widened, fully experiencing the intense pain Walong had endured earlier.
The black patterns on his body rapidly spread as he struggled to break free.
But alas.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The thick hand, like a vice, swung his arm repeatedly, slamming him into the ground over and over.
Craters formed continuously on the ground, and all the Suro spectators widened their eyes in shock.
The dark light attempted to erupt but was quickly suppressed by the crimson energy, vanishing on the spot.
Finally, the figure collapsed, vomiting blood incessantly.
His black cloak in tatters, Chen Feng kicked away the half-dead body and turned his gaze to the high-ranking members of the Dowa Sect and the trembling members of the Suro Martial Arts World.
"Anyone else?"
His breathing remained steady, wisps of scorching white energy emanating from his body, like a high-temperature machine dissipating heat.
The slight tear in his chest skin slowly healed at this moment, scabbing and solidifying.
With an indifferent gaze, the high-ranking members of the Dowa Sect were filled with shock and anger, turning to look at others in the Martial Arts World.
Without the Grandmaster, what use is the True Intent? The five major Mystic Mark Schools were completely annihilated, and a single opponent had defeated them all? It was only then that someone barely regained their senses, their eyes filled with humiliation and fear.
Yet, no one dared to speak up, nor did anyone dare to take another step.
The cheers from both sides of the stands were gone, and all discussions seemed to vanish like smoke.
Taking everything in, Chen Feng shook his head and finally turned to leave.
"Your Suro... is truly weak."
(End of the Chapter)
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