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"Elder Jiang, may I ask where Master Feilong is?"
In a large silent room at the back of the venue, an elder from the Golden Flying Eagle Sect frowned and asked.
Around him sat several true intent-level masters from the southern martial arts community, and upon closer inspection, they noticed a red oval wooden table in the center of the room, surrounded by rows of wooden chairs extending to the wall.
Master Feilong had yet to make an appearance, which left many feeling puzzled.
At this moment, someone took the lead to ask, and everyone curiously turned their gaze to Jiang Yunshan, who was seated at the head of the round table.
"Hehe, the Master will arrive shortly."
"Elder Xu need not think too much; just wait patiently."
Jiang Yunshan said with a smile, his tone exceedingly calm.
Upon hearing this, the elder from the Golden Flying Eagle Sect snorted coldly, clearly dissatisfied with such evasive words.
"Elder Jiang, if there's something to say, just say it. Why beat around the bush?"
An elder from the Golden Blade Sect raised an eyebrow and spoke, with several others from different sects echoing his sentiment.
They had realized that the Flying Dragon Sect must have some ulterior motive for gathering them here.
After a moment of hesitation, Jiang Yunshan looked around and nodded slightly.
"Very well, then I will first convey a message on behalf of our sect's Master."
"Please speak." Everyone focused, with Li Tong and Elder Lu sitting in the back row, waiting solemnly.
"The southern martial arts community has been divided for many years, and the situation in the Red Nation is about to undergo a significant change."
"Our Flying Dragon Sect hopes that all of you can unite as one, consolidate the power of martial arts, and advance and retreat together to safeguard our rights."
Jiang Yunshan said calmly, but many were frowning in confusion.
A significant change in the situation?
Li Tong inexplicably thought of the recent Utopian riots that had occurred in Nanjiang City.
The five top sects seated to the left and right of the head table, however, wore solemn expressions, their brows furrowed.
"So, what does the Flying Dragon Sect mean by this?" Elder Xu from the Golden Flying Eagle Sect asked.
"Let our Flying Dragon Sect serve as the leader of the southern martial arts community, jointly establishing the Southern Martial Alliance."
Meeting their gazes, Jiang Yunshan smiled and said, "At that time, the five major sects will serve as vice-leaders. What do you all think?"
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"Arrogant!"
On the arena stage, as Chen Feng's voice fell, several true disciples from the Flying Dragon Sect turned furious.
Especially the fifth true disciple.
The feeling of being ignored filled him with rage, a blue light flickering on his gaunt face, and his entire body exuding power in an instant.
"I thought you had the qualifications to compete with me."
"Who would have thought you were just a short-sighted clown!"
Whoosh!!
The moment the cold voice landed, he had already dashed out like a blue light shadow, charging towards Chen Feng.
"There's no need."
Seeing the other party make no move, Zhan Wushuang and Pang Kui both shook their heads, while Zhang Tai looked on with a pained expression.
In just a breath's time.
A dragon's roar echoed, and blue energy coalesced into an arc of light, erupting from the fifth true disciple's hand, striking hard against Chen Feng's chest.
Boom!!
A muffled explosion sounded, as if steam had burst forth.
The robe of the Flame Tiger sect was pierced and turned to flying shreds, while disciples from the Flying Dragon's affiliated sects showed expressions of delight.
However, the next second.
Buzz!!!
Heavy bronze energy enveloped Chen Feng's entire body, and he remained completely still, glancing sideways at the person before him.
"Hmm?"
His expression tightened, and Pang Kui below sensed something was off.
"What a strong recoil."
The fifth true disciple's eyes shifted slightly, feeling an unprecedented force rebounding towards him.
A full forty percent made his arm tremble, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
His body swayed as he stomped down to dissipate the force, and seeing the indifferent expression of the person before him, he erupted in anger, wanting to strike again to finish him off.
"Are you holding back?."
Slap.
A thick palm suddenly reached out, grabbing his wrist just as he was about to strike.
A crimson hue quietly blossomed, and sizzling sounds echoed.
Fire and water, red and blue.
They should have been at a stalemate, but the former quickly gained overwhelming advantage, swiftly extinguishing all of the fifth true disciple's energy.
"Not good!"
The sixth and seventh true disciples, who were closest, sensed something was wrong. They had initially planned to deal with Lin Xiaoyun and Xu Tingxiao, but at this moment, they quickly changed their minds and rushed towards the first arena.
Whoosh!!!
The sound of air being sliced was deafening, and the crowd below had long been left in shock.
"Ah."
Zhan Wushuang shook his head and sighed, while Zheng Shan from the Giant Elephant Sect wore a complex expression.
He thought to himself that even if he were in that position, he might not be able to withstand the combined assault of these three true disciples.
But the next second.
"Five, six, seven?"
"So, you three are the weakest."
Boom!!!
The moment the indifferent voice fell, a headbutt struck out.
Bronze steel bones quietly covered his forehead, blending with his skin tone, making it hard to see.
Crack!
The fifth true disciple's eyes widened, feeling his skull shatter, intense pain erupting as cracks spread.
His arms were instantly twisted and broken, contorted at a one-hundred-eighty-degree angle.
"Fifth Brother!"
"Fifth Senior Brother!"
The sixth and seventh true disciples' faces turned furious, and in the blink of an eye, they had already rushed to Chen Feng's side.
Without sparing a glance at the seemingly lifeless fifth true disciple, Chen Feng turned and spun, planting his left foot on the ground and sweeping his right leg.
Buzz!
Crimson energy enveloped him like flames, directly sweeping the incoming seventh true disciple, breaking through his crossed arms and sending him flying off the arena.
A killing intent erupted beside him, and blue energy surged terrifyingly.
Chen Feng's right palm was surrounded by energy, resembling a concentrated fireball.
Flame Blast!
The energy technique of the Flame Tiger sect may have fallen into decline.
But in his hands, that energy, refined through countless trials, was even more pure and powerful.
Boom!!
The clash of palms erupted, blue and red light exploding simultaneously.
The shockwave swept through, shaking the arena.
The sixth true disciple's face turned grim, and he immediately stomped the ground to charge forward, wanting to unleash his ultimate technique.
But the next second.
Whoosh!
A bronze arm shot out like a spear, piercing through the residual shockwave of the energy explosion, directly imprinting on his chest.
Boom!!
His chest caved in, eyes wide, blood vessels bursting.
As his body bent backward, about to fly away, another powerful arm reached out, firmly grabbing his shoulder.
Bang bang bang bang bang!!
Continuous strikes echoed, the sound of bones cracking resonating.
Everything looked just like what had happened to Zhao Jushan earlier, only the target had changed.
"Hah."
Blood stained the blue robe, the sixth true disciple, whose chest bones had been shattered, fell to the ground, breathless.
The fifth true disciple behind him, covered in blood, collapsed alongside him, resembling a pile of mud.
As the dust slowly settled below, the seventh true disciple, whose arms had been smashed, fell to the ground, his face pale, staggering to his feet.
The atmosphere fell into silence, the faces of the disciples from the Pine Crane Sect and the One Fist Sect stiffened, while Pang Kui and Zhan Wushuang also showed expressions of shock.
"Seeking death!!!"
Coming back to their senses, the four top true disciples from the Flying Dragon Sect wore cold expressions, their killing intent palpable.
The fourth true disciple charged out, his burly body crashing like a truck, heading straight for Chen Feng.
Crack crack crack crack!
Bones grew, his physique towering.
Chen Feng stood his ground, his right arm transforming into a claw, suddenly bulging and thickening.
Boom!!!
All impacts were suppressed by that solid palm, the gray stone bricks of the arena shattered, and Chen Feng's legs sank several inches into the ground.
Familiar with the explosive fist technique, Chen Feng's right claw gripped the incoming person's crown, his expression growing increasingly cold.
Crack!
The sound of a skull shattering rang out, and the restrained third true disciple could no longer remain seated.
Whoosh!!!
Blue light erupted, arriving in an instant.
That was the high-speed movement brought by a special energy technique.
Below the arena, Zheng Shan and Zhang Tai were already filled with uncertainty, while Pang Kui instinctively stood up, looking on with a serious expression.
Boom!!!
A punch struck the chest of the bronze body.
The energy column shot through Chen Feng's body from behind, tearing through the air, lingering for a moment.
With no reservations, the third true disciple's expression turned fierce, his figure flickering, turning into a series of blue light shadows on the arena.
One punch, two punches, three punches.
Just like the nine consecutive strikes he had used against Pang Kui earlier, even more rapid.
A full eleven energy columns pierced through Chen Feng's body, embedding him in place like arrows of light.
Until the end.
His figure paused.
He could be seen revealing himself, his face pale, breathing heavily.
His arms had already been injured by the recoil, his sleeves shredded, exposing swollen muscles and somewhat twisted arms.
Such a technique was also a massive drain on him, costing him dearly.
But as long as he could exhaust the enemy before him...
"Are you tired?"
Suddenly, the indifferent voice rang out again.
The third true disciple's pupils constricted, looking on in disbelief.
The burly youth still stood in place, looking coldly at him.
Boom!!!
All the energy columns exploded, swirling flames dominating everything around.
With a Silver-grade physique, and in the form of a giant tiger.
Not to mention, there was also the near-Gold-grade support of the bronze bones, forming the strongest inner armor around his organs, resisting all penetration.
In an instant, Pang Kui below completely changed color.
"How is this possible!!"
In disbelief, Zhan Wushuang, not far away, clenched his fists tightly, utterly shocked.
Wasn't it said that the Flame Tiger sect had already declined, with most of its heritage lost?
Or was it that the so-called Giant Tiger Technique and Bronze Statue Technique were even stronger than the core true techniques of the Sea-Swallowing Whale Sect?
Buzz!
Unaware of the crowd's feelings, Chen Feng exerted force with both palms, forcibly slamming the fourth true disciple into the ground.
The crisp crack and muffled explosion sounded, a portion of his head splitting open, blood splattering onto his pants.
Then, the ground shook.
He could be seen stomping forward, preparing to take the third true disciple along with him.
"Attack together!"
The second true disciple of the Flying Dragon Sect had unknowingly put down his arms crossed over his chest, his expression cold and filled with killing intent.
The blue-robed youth seated in the central position nodded coldly, no longer holding back.
Boom!!!
The ground of the venue collapsed, two blue shadows rapidly breaking through the air, appearing on the first arena in less than a second.
The white-gray arena cracked loudly, forming a circular depression as it trembled upwards.
"I admit you have the qualifications to make us both take action."
The second true disciple appeared, and he had already positioned himself behind Chen Feng, his body flashing blue light, face filled with malice.
As his voice fell, the first true disciple stood in front of Chen Feng, his elbow bent, eyes filled with killing intent, energy coalescing.
"But..."
"This is where it ends."
Buzz!!!
Blue light erupted, an energy close to true intent, even revealing a transparent illusion of true intent about to solidify.
Roar!!!
Two blue flying dragons clawed and danced, one in front and one behind.
A powerful pressure swept out, and Zhan Wushuang below clenched his fists tightly, his face looking extremely grim.
Just as he had predicted.
These two had also touched the threshold of true intent.
"Senior Brother!!"
Boom!!!
Xu Tingxiao's anguished shout rang out, while Lin Xiaoyun's face turned exceptionally pale.
The Flying Dragon consecutive strikes unleashed, the shockwave sweeping through.
The massive first arena had already shattered into pieces, a cloud of dust rising as if it had encountered a small earthquake.
The crowd below was completely stunned, Zhang Tai's expression was complex, while the disciples from the smaller sects in the back felt a sense of shared sorrow.
Crack!
However, the next second.
An unusual sound emerged, and all the dust was swept away.
The figures of the first and second true disciples became visible, but the crowd's pupils constricted, utterly shocked.
Looking on, they saw a cold, emotionless smile.
The bronze figure grinned, revealing its menacing white teeth, its bulging arms extending outwards, slightly turning to catch the incredibly powerful Flying Dragon consecutive strikes.
"When one is truly close to true intent."
"One blow is all it takes!"
Buzz!!!
The explosive fist erupted again, a full ten tons of extreme power causing the faces of the two Feilong true disciples to stiffen.
Crack! With a grip, their fist bones shattered, their inner bones turning to crushed remnants.
Intense pain erupted, and they attempted to withdraw their palms.
But.
Roar!!!
A tiger's roar erupted, as if a fierce tiger's phantom appeared behind Chen Feng, roaring to the sky.
Crimson energy and spirit resonated continuously, leaving the crowd below utterly stunned.
"True intent!"
"He is about to break into true intent!!"
Zhan Wushuang couldn't believe it, as Chen Feng's panel displayed two extreme martial arts decompositions, rapidly transforming into a breakthrough.
[Crimson Tiger Force: Burning Mountain (66%→76%)]
[Crimson Tiger Force: Burning Mountain (76%→86%)]
The momentum soared infinitely, and the true disciples of the Flying Dragon Sect were also horrified.
In that instant, the explosive fist struck again, both palms gripping the faces of the first and second true disciples.
Slammed to the ground!
Boom!!!
The already shattered arena broke apart even more, the two figures embedded into the solid ground.
With both feet firmly planted on the heads of the two true disciples, Chen Feng reached out with one hand, grabbing the neck of the third true disciple who had rushed in.
The judges from the Flying Dragon Sect around were frozen in fear, their eyes wide with shock.
[You have completed a battle to defend your honor.]
[Victory!]
[Honor Points +30!]
[Heart of Glory upgraded successfully!]
[You have gained an opportunity to enhance the Shield Golem!]
Panel notifications kept appearing, and the two proud heads beneath his feet were now covered in gray and red, the sound of cracking skulls echoing continuously.
Crimson energy flowed throughout Chen Feng's body, and he indifferently surveyed the entire venue.
No one could maintain a calm gaze; he finally looked at the third true disciple, whose face was flushed, arms broken and hanging limply, struggling to resist.
"You are all too weak."
Crack!!
The sound of bones cracking echoed, and the head tilted, lifeless.
Seeing this scene, the people from the Pine Crane Sect in the distance completely changed color, their faces pale with fear.
Roar!!!
Behind him, the phantom of the Crimson Tiger was on the verge of materializing, at a critical moment of solidification.
In that instant, there was no more hesitation.
Extreme martial arts points, decompose!
Breakthrough, enhance!
Buzz!
The last two extreme martial arts points disappeared, an endless understanding surged forth.
It was the result of countless days and nights of hard training, all the unwillingness of gritting his teeth.
The oppression and constraints of dragon fights and tiger struggles, thirty years of failures, unable to lift his head.
Conspiracy, indifference, killing intent, ridicule.
In that instant, he looked again at the surprise and expectation on Xu Tingxiao and others' faces below.
Chen Feng suddenly smiled.
"So this is true intent."
[Crimson Tiger Force: Crimson Tiger (1%)]
Roar!!!
The tiger's roar shook the heavens, looking down upon everything!
The phantom of the fierce tiger envisioned by his energy completely materialized, flames swirling beneath its four paws.
Measuring several meters in size, with a kingly aura displayed on its head, its cold vertical pupils surveyed the entire arena, filled with aggressive ferocity.
Crack crack crack crack!
Boom!
The already shattered arena exploded violently, the heads of the two true disciples beneath his feet bursting open, blood and debris splattering everywhere.
Without a moment's pause, Chen Feng looked at the panel.
[Heart of Glory LV2: 5/100]
[Would you like to enhance the Shield Golem?]
Enhance!
Buzz!
The talent prompt received a response.
A streak of white light mixed with golden patterns in the depths of his mind suddenly shone brilliantly.
The miniature Shield Golem opened its eyes, a beam of golden light formed from honor enveloping it.
In just a few seconds, an unmatched sense of confidence surged from the depths of Chen Feng's heart.
This was the new Shield Golem.
It could control its size to a certain extent, and could battle against Gold-grade Cyborgs, contending with masters!
Consumption decreased instead of increasing, with a limit approaching five minutes!
Boom!!!
A violent noise suddenly erupted from the back of the venue.
With a cold expression, Chen Feng suddenly stomped the ground.
Rumble!
The sound of vibrations rose, dust swirling, leaving the crowd in confusion.
The white light mixed with golden patterns vanished in an instant, and he had already taken Xu Tingxiao and Lin Xiaoyun with him, charging out of the venue!
(End of the Chapter)
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