"As the saying goes, all is fair in war."
"You dodged my attacks—that's your skill."
"Similarly, I can launch attacks—that's my skill."
"In a proper duel, it all comes down to skill. Where does 'dirty' come into it?" Chu Feng asked with a grin. Even though Wang Qiang had a foul mouth, for some reason Chu Feng couldn't bring himself to hate the guy. On the contrary, he found Wang Qiang rather interesting.
"Well said!" The moment Chu Feng spoke, someone actually cheered on the spot—even applauding.
And those who cheered for Chu Feng were mostly veteran powerhouses. They had genuinely been won over by his strength.
"I-I… I really didn't see that coming."
"Y-your mouth is actually pretty… pretty sharp. I c-can't… can't out-talk you."
"But for a martial cultivator, it's not about the mouth—it's about real… real strength. This time I'm g-g-gonna get serious. Y-you better be ready!"
With those words, Wang Qiang flipped his palm, and martial energy immediately surged upward. Amid that surging energy, a golden lotus quickly took shape.
Once the lotus formed, it blazed with brilliant light. And as that light radiated outward, countless needle-like golden beams shot from within the lotus, hurtling toward Chu Feng.
This was yet another martial art—not particularly high in rank, but under Wang Qiang's execution, it displayed formidable power. Direct and overwhelming, it was not to be underestimated.
At the very least, against this kind of martial art, Chu Feng's Illusory Palm was already ineffective and couldn't hope to contend.
But Chu Feng, who commanded a vast arsenal of techniques, would naturally not admit defeat so easily. He stepped through the void, his left hand pulling back to form a bow, his right hand drawing an arrow from nothingness. In the blink of an eye, a gleaming golden bow and arrow materialized in his grasp.
The bow was drawn taut, the arrow nocked, and with a sweep of his arms, whoosh after whoosh rang out ceaselessly. Countless golden arrows, like a meteor shower streaking through the void, shot toward Wang Qiang's golden lotus needles.
Bang, bang, bang…
The two forces intertwined, sending fresh ripples outward. But Chu Feng's Bow of a Hundred Forms was not only devastating in power—it was endlessly versatile. Under Chu Feng's perfect control, it held an absolute advantage.
The assault grew stronger with each wave, layer upon layer, continuously demolishing Wang Qiang's golden lotus needles.
It pressed forward until it nearly reached Wang Qiang himself, on the verge of obliterating his technique entirely.
Seeing things going south, Wang Qiang shifted his approach and unleashed an even more powerful martial art to counterattack.
But no matter what martial art Wang Qiang employed, Chu Feng was able to use a same-rank technique to overpower it—always by the slimmest of margins.
And Wang Qiang refused to be outdone. Whenever one of his techniques fell short, he would immediately deploy an even higher-rank martial art.
Back and forth they went—Chu Feng and Wang Qiang—staging an epic martial art battle across the sky.
From Third-Rank Martial Arts they climbed steadily upward, until they were both wielding Ninth-Rank Martial Arts.
At the Ninth-Rank level, the sheer destructive force was nothing like the lower-rank techniques. The might rampaging across heaven and earth was truly terrifying.
Under these circumstances, the people of the Sealed Ancient Village joined forces with the powerful Spirit World Masters present to erect barriers, sealing off the combat zone so that the shockwaves from their martial arts wouldn't affect bystanders or destroy the surrounding landscape.