Translator: Cinder Translations
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Two consecutive days.
Due to the Utopia incident, the entire Nanjiang city suddenly became much quieter.
This terrorist attack was massive, and all of Red Nation was now aware of it.
Internationally, various reactions arose, especially from the Platinum Federation, where many media outlets criticized the Red Nation royal family for being too corrupt, claiming that such violent protests were a result of their misgovernance.
"The Platinum Federation's hypocrisy is disgusting!"
"Who would believe they aren't involved in the recent riots in Feng Province?"
"Why not just go to war already?"
Public opinion online was in turmoil.
Chen Feng glanced at his phone when an incoming call appeared and chose to answer it.
"Sis."
"I just got out of the lab and saw the news about the Nanjiang incident. Are you okay?"
"Are you hurt?"
A rapid string of anxious and guilty questions poured out. Chen Feng waited for her to finish before responding calmly, "I'm fine. Don't worry."
"I'm staying at the martial arts hall for now—it's very safe here."
He specifically mentioned the martial arts hall, which finally made her feel somewhat relieved.
"That's good. Yes, stay at the martial arts hall for now. It's definitely safer than home."
"Don't go out unnecessarily. Don't worry about the stuff at home—it doesn't matter."
"Oh, by the way, do you need money? I just received my training subsidy. I can transfer some to you."
Chen Yun continued with a long list of instructions, reminding him to respect the elders at the martial arts hall and not to cause trouble, ensuring he left a good impression.
Chen Feng remained silent throughout, taking in her rare display of concern.
After she finished speaking, he asked about the situation in Yun Port.
"It's safe, but the academy suddenly issued a notice this morning, requesting some foreign exchange students to leave as soon as possible."
"The entire Yun Port city as well—especially targeting Platinum Federation citizens—everyone is being forcibly deported within three days."
"I feel like it's definitely related to Utopia's attack."
Hearing this, Chen Feng fell into deep thought.
If things continued this way, tensions between the two global powers, Red Nation and the Platinum Federation, would likely escalate.
No wonder Lin Hao had warned him like that earlier.
Shaking his head, he finally looked outside into the night.
For the past two days, he had stayed inside the martial arts hall without stepping out.
Last night, he gained two more limit-breaking experiences and was now very close to the Extreme Martial Hall.
And tonight...
"I must gain something!"
With that thought, he fell asleep.
As his body's balance subtly shifted, ten seconds later, he opened his eyes again.
A thick mist lingered in the distance.
Wearing a black backpack, he stood in the middle of a street district.
The flickering streetlights on both sides stretched into the distance, their dim yellow glow illuminating the road and surrounding buildings.
The three-character sign of the Extreme Martial Hall was no longer far away—its outline could be seen even from a few hundred meters away.
However, as he enhanced his perception—
Chen Feng frowned and glanced around.
A series of faint footsteps sounded, and suddenly, figures emerged from the surroundings.
Three long shadows appeared under an apartment building to the left, while five men and women stepped out from the corner of an intersection on the right.
There were also figures inside the supermarket ahead and even more closing in from the distance.
One after another, although they varied in size and clothing—
Most of them had featureless, pale faces.
"So, another territory has been unlocked?"
Chen Feng's gaze remained calm as he immediately spotted the two masked men among the faceless ones.
They wore the martial arts robes of the Extreme Martial Hall—something that should have been hidden inside the hall.
Now appearing in the outside world, the situation was eerily similar to when he had encountered the Black-Faced Spider before.
Looking again at the sign of the Extreme Martial Hall in the distance and its tightly shut redwood doors,
Chen Feng knew—there was definitely an even stronger creature hiding inside.
Swish!
The faceless ones lunged at him simultaneously, but Chen Feng had no intention of wasting time.
Buzz!
An Azure mark on the back of his hand flashed as a dark blue horn emerged.
Within a few breaths—his fists and legs lashed out like a sweeping storm.
Silhouettes were sent flying, and the black soldier ants hidden in the masked men's chests were forcibly shattered.
Before the sharp screeches could even rise, they were abruptly silenced. One by one, gray and pale blue light spheres floated in the air.
[Perception LV3: 51/100]
Glancing at his talent progress, Chen Feng stepped forward and absorbed the pale blue light.
Buzz!
The world shifted, and memories resurfaced.
"Explosive Fist is one of the fundamental martial arts techniques of our Extreme Martial Hall. You can train it even without true intent visualization!"
"Beginner, proficient, mastery—each stage enhances your strength and greatly increases your punching power. If you can cultivate it to the mastery level and break through the 'refining organs' stage to reach 'internal strength'..."
"Then you might qualify to glimpse the power of an advanced martial technique—Extreme Martial Fist."
In a vast outdoor training ground, a middle-aged instructor's voice boomed as he gave his daily lecture.
Rows of martial arts hall students stood at attention, and among them, someone curiously asked,
"Coach, just how strong is the Extreme Martial Fist?"
As soon as the question was asked, many others echoed the sentiment.
"That's right, Coach! I heard that the legendary black dragon among the Black Calamity creatures was seriously injured by one of our martial school's predecessors with a single punch! Can you show us some of your skills?"
"Yeah! Coach! Please show us what you've got!"
Amidst the clamoring voices, a middle-aged coach wearing a white martial arts uniform stood under a large green tree that required five people to encircle. He wasn't angry.
Instead, after pondering for a moment, he nodded.
"Very well."
"Today, I'll broaden your horizons so you can understand why martial arts can stand on equal footing with the supernatural!"
Buzz!!
The moment he finished speaking, a white mist surged from his body.
His five fingers clenched into a fist as if grasping some kind of hazy light.
A powerful aura erupted like a storm. The next moment, a flash of white light shot out like a meteor, heading straight for a massive boulder in the distance.
Whoosh!!!
A sharp sound pierced through the air. It all happened in an instant.
Boom!!
A muffled explosion resounded, shaking the martial school.
The enormous boulder shattered with a deafening crash, causing the ground beneath it to crack and form a deep pit about six or seven meters wide.
The disciples were utterly dumbfounded. When they turned back, they saw the middle-aged coach still standing in the same spot.
The only movement he had made was extending his fist, from which the white light had slightly dimmed.
"A punch as swift as a meteor can also streak across the sky!"
The middle-aged coach, now intrigued, suddenly clenched both fists, causing them to glow even brighter before he launched them skyward.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!!
His arms blurred into afterimages, and beams of white light shot out like a relentless storm.
Through the hazy air, continuous explosions rumbled in the sky.
The white lights, resembling meteor missiles, rained down endlessly, shaking the heavens.
Then, the white glow around the middle-aged coach intensified. He suddenly let out a loud shout.
"Meteor! Falling Sun!"
His voice echoed as the white light abruptly condensed, forming a miniature sun hovering over his right fist.
The atmosphere grew heavy, as if some colossal force was about to descend and crash into the earth.
At the critical moment, a figure rushed forward, halting his demonstration.
"Old Xu! Are you trying to blow up the martial school?!"
The scene abruptly cut off, and Chen Feng's eyes flickered, his mind slightly dazed.
The sky was no longer bright but shrouded in darkness, the streets dimly lit by a yellowish glow.
"Extreme Martial Fist—Meteor Realm."
TL/N: This realm is explained in chapter 84.
His gaze sharpened again as he regained his senses, a hint of astonishment in his expression.
The white light unleashed by the middle-aged coach was as powerful as the micro-missiles used by cyborgs—effortless and continuous, without a hint of fatigue.
Calling him a human artillery wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Moreover, he was about to demonstrate an even higher-level move—the Falling Sun Realm.
The highly condensed white light had made Chen Feng's hair stand on end. He had no doubt that if he were struck by such a punch, even a reinforced steel body wouldn't survive.
"No wonder martial arts can rival the supernatural."
With a sigh, Chen Feng once again recalled the white light radiating from the coach's fist.
It seemed similar to the external release of inner force, yet he knew very well that it wasn't mere force.
Neither its speed at the start nor its sheer power could be compared to conventional martial techniques.
"Extreme Martial Fist."
His heart burned with excitement as he gazed at another glowing skill orb before him.
Without hesitation, he reached out and absorbed it.
Buzz!
A flood of memories surged into his mind.
His consciousness trembled, and his expression grew dazed once more.
More than ten seconds later...
"What a pity."
Shaking his head with a sigh, he still hadn't glimpsed any images related to the Essence of Combat Diagram.
The only gain was another martial skill.
"So many masked men are disciples of the Extreme Martial Stream. Logically, they should have seen the Essence of Combat Diagram at some point."
"Is it because the memories left behind are too fragmented? Or are these masked men simply too weak?"
Frowning slightly, Chen Feng thought of a key point.
Based on those memory fragments, martial arts in this world had some subtle differences. For example, basic techniques like Explosive Fist could be learned without visualization.
In other words, only higher-tier techniques required access to the Essence of Combat Diagram.
And after days of exploration, he had discovered something…
These masked men were at most at the Organ Refining level in strength, and their skills were quite limited.
In other words, it was very likely that these masked men had only ever practiced basic-level techniques from the beginning, which was why they had never seen an Essence of Combat Diagram.
"Only those who can access visualization diagrams are either stronger, having broken through to the Inner Strength stage and practicing higher-level techniques…"
"Or they have exceptional talent and are granted advanced techniques at the Organ Refining stage, allowing them to visualize ahead of time."
With this line of thought, Chen Feng had some guesses in mind.
However, he still needed to explore a few more martial arts halls to verify them.
Wasting no time, he looked up at the Extreme Martial Hall branch a few hundred meters away.
The azure armor on his body remained, and he quickly moved forward, dashing like an arrow.
Whoosh!!!
His figure flickered like a residual shadow, a mix of blue and black.
A few seconds later—
Boom!!
The redwood doors of the martial arts hall were violently smashed open, and every creature inside fell into his clear perception.
Wooden splinters flew everywhere as a black wolf-like creature was sent crashing into the inner wall of the martial hall, killed instantly by the impact.
In the darkness, pairs of ghostly green eyes opened—seven or eight black wolf-like creatures, each at least two meters tall.
[Black Wolf Pack: A type of Black Disaster creature, known for living in groups.]
[Strength: First-tier in its juvenile stage, second-tier as an adult, with rare third-tier Black Wolf Kings rumored to possess traces of Ice Demon bloodline.]
The information recorded on his worn-out bronze token flashed before his eyes. The red gleam in his glass-steel pupils suddenly intensified as he spotted the massive black wolf standing in the innermost part of the martial hall.
It was three and a half meters tall, covered in pitch-black fur.
A streak of gray fur ran across its brow, resembling a third eye.
Based on the records, this was undoubtedly the Wolf King of the Black Wolf Pack.
Awooo!!
A wolf howl echoed as all the black wolves charged forward.
In the blink of an eye, the azure figure vanished, swallowed by the surrounding black shadows lunging at him from all directions.
The next second—
Buzz! Whoosh!!
A surge of immense power erupted, deep red energy bursting from his body.
Roar!!!
Like a tiger's roar in the mountains, his palms struck out in quick succession.
It was as if a lone, ferocious tiger had emerged—a black wolf's heart shattered, its body smashing through glass and walls, dying instantly.
Witnessing this scene, the Black Wolf King bared its savage fangs and lunged.
A third-tier creature, comparable to a Silver-Steel Cyborg.
The air was filled with its foul stench as razor-sharp fangs sliced through the air.
It was lightning-fast, instantly maneuvering behind Chen Feng, jaws wide open to devour him.
But in the next moment—
Two thick, powerful hands reached out, muscular arms like cement pillars.
Boom!!
The Black Wolf King's bite was forcibly stopped—Chen Feng's palms clamped onto its upper and lower jaws, pressing down with immense force as the ground beneath him cracked apart.
The glass-steel red pupils flickered with killing intent—he was ready to end this battle.
Huh?
Suddenly, in the next instant—
Chen Feng felt a chill in his heart as he saw a grayish aura gathering in the Black Wolf King's mouth.
Swoosh!!
A stream of icy breath shot out like frost, freezing his afterimage in place.
Suspended in midair, blood-patterned wings flapped as he flew upward.
Looking down, he saw that his previous position had been frozen over.
[Black Wolf King: Has awakened a trace of Ice Demon bloodline, allowing limited control over Frost Breath.]
The information on his bronze token flashed again. The Black Wolf King turned sharply, preparing to repeat its attack.
Chen Feng's thoughts moved, and his blood-patterned wings flapped.
Whoosh!
In an instant, he appeared at the Wolf King's flank, reaching out with his bare hand.
A piece of ancient bronze rapidly expanded in his grip, transforming into a broad, bronze-colored longsword in less than a second.
Puchi!!
The blade pierced through flesh—the Wolf King's defense was weak, but its bones were as tough as Silver-grade metal.
The sword's tip was stopped by its bones, and an enraged howl erupted.
Awoo!
Boom!!!
Chen Feng gave it no chance—he swiftly kicked out, using the momentum to pull out his sword.
The massive Black Wolf King was sent crashing into the wall.
The azure-black figure flickered once more—
In the next instant, he appeared beneath the Wolf King's head.
Crack, crack, crack!!
Muscles swelled, bones expanded.
His thick hands clamped onto the Wolf King's head, forcefully pinning it against the wall, preventing it from lowering its head.
Then, his sword struck out repeatedly, aiming at one precise point.
Puchi!!
Blood splattered like a fan, covering the entire wall.
The Silver-Steel-tier bones were crushed, and the ferocious Wolf King was completely nailed to the wall.
For several seconds, the attack continued—until its savage expression froze, and its aura dissipated completely.
Buzz!
A ghostly glow flickered—the Wolf King's corpse rapidly faded into an illusion.
The surrounding black wolves followed suit, vanishing along with the frozen frost breath on the ground.
Seeing this, despite being used to such occurrences, Chen Feng was still surprised by the Wolf King's attack just now.
Spitting out frost breath—this ability had already touched upon the supernatural realm, hadn't it?
At the very least, in reality, he had never—
"Cult of the Evil Gods."
Suddenly, Chen Feng recalled the Serpent Spirit Cult Emissary he had killed before.
That individual also seemed to possess extraordinary powers, capable of summoning a giant python from the shadows.
This power was completely different from martial arts and cybernetic enhancements—it carried a unique mysticism.
For a moment, Chen Feng couldn't help but wonder—
Perhaps the so-called Evil God's Power was, in some way, linked to the supernatural?
This thought flashed through his mind as he stood still.
The azure-black armor gradually retracted into the mark on the back of his hand.
The tiger form slowly faded away as well.
Chen Feng lowered his head and glanced at his right palm.
A tiny, pitch-black mark wriggled like a small serpent.
[Serpent Spirit Power: 25/100]
If he filled this completely, he could enter the Serpent Spirit Secret Realm again in the dream world.
But for now, he was still far from reaching that threshold.
"Perhaps I should look into matters related to the Cult of the Evil Gods more deeply in the future…"
(End of the Chapter)
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