Right now, Chu Feng was completely wreathed in lightning. Thunder serpents roared around him and arcs of electricity danced through the air. He no longer looked like a human being — he was a war god born of lightning itself.
The overwhelming presence Chu Feng displayed left everyone stunned. Using a martial art to condense Spiritual Energy into a solid physical form — that was something only a Fifth-rank Martial Art could achieve.
After all, the strongest martial arts in all of Qingzhou were only Sixth-rank. Fifth-rank Martial Arts were something most people could only dream of. Yet such a high-level technique had been mastered by a young man like Chu Feng, which naturally inspired both envy and admiration.
But Ding Chou, who was supremely confident in his Golden Armor Steel Body, was far from intimidated. With a flex of his arms, he charged straight at Chu Feng. In an instant, lightning serpents and golden light collided, both fighters using martial arts to shield their bodies as they began the most brutal close-quarters clash imaginable.
Yet the moment they made contact, the gap became immediately apparent. Chu Feng's lightning serpents were overwhelmingly domineering, possessing absolute offensive power, while Ding Chou's Golden Armor Steel Body was purely a defensive martial art. Before long, Ding Chou was being suppressed.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Their fists and feet swung and intertwined with each blow, and every collision produced a piercing screech. Each exchange sent out violent ripples of energy — and most importantly, with every ripple that spread outward, Ding Chou was forced to retreat a step while Chu Feng pressed forward relentlessly.
"Heavens — who exactly is this Chu Feng? He's actually suppressing Ding Chou, who's at the second level of Yuan Martial, with nothing but a Spirit Martial eighth-level cultivation!"
People cried out in disbelief. Many watched with their blood boiling, because the scene before them revealed a terrifying truth: Chu Feng, who relied on Spiritual Energy to temper his body and forge martial arts, had truly overpowered Ding Chou, who wielded actual Yuan Force.
"Incredible! I never expected Chu Feng to be this powerful. At this rate, maybe he really can bring our Purple Gold City the championship!"
Chen Hui and the numerous guards of Purple Gold City were ecstatic. They had originally placed their hopes on Chen Wanyi, but never expected Chu Feng to pull off such a stunning feat. For those who had been feeling thoroughly disheartened, hope had returned.
"You said you'd use that Golden Armor Steel Body to break me? How's that working out for you — getting beaten down like this?"
Chu Feng's body crackled with lightning. With a mere thought, the thunder serpents danced and writhed. He didn't even need to throw another strike — simply pressing forward step by step was enough to blast Ding Chou backward again and again. No matter how tough Ding Chou's iron-and-steel frame might be, it couldn't withstand the lashes of Chu Feng's lightning whips.
"Beating me down? You're not worthy!" Ding Chou, driven to desperation, suddenly drew two pitch-black broadswords from his Universe Bag.
Both blades were an ink-dark color, their composition impossible to discern. The edges weren't particularly sharp, yet they radiated an aura of extraordinary sturdiness. These were no ordinary weapons.
"Swish, swish!"
The twin broadswords in Ding Chou's hands swept through the air, transforming into two arcs of black light. The dark energy was uncanny — it seemed capable of severing Spiritual Energy and cutting through Yuan Force. With terrifying efficiency, it sliced through Chu Feng's lightning whip, causing it to shatter and dissipate into nothing. After cutting down the incoming lightning, Ding Chou shifted from defense to offense and surged toward Chu Feng.
Chu Feng's brow furrowed. He hadn't expected such bizarre weapons to exist in the world — ones capable of dispelling his martial arts. But shock was one thing; backing down was another. With a shift of his will, the Spiritual Energy inside his body erupted outward.
"ROAR!"
Raging lightning exploded from within him, coalescing into a colossal thunder dragon dozens of meters long. The dragon roared, its thunderous cry shaking the heavens in every direction. The sheer force of its presence was so immense that even the Combat Platform itself began to tremble violently.
"Hmph. At the end of the day, it's still only a Fourth-tier Martial Art. No matter how imposing the aura, I can cut through all of it!"
Ding Chou let out a cold snort, his assault not slowing in the slightest. Several streaks of black light sliced through the air, and even the colossal thunder dragon was cut apart by them, scattering into nothingness. Then, without hesitation, the blades continued onward, slashing directly toward Chu Feng's body.