"Incredible — he's actually gaining the upper hand?" The crowd erupted in excitement.
In their eyes, a Martial Ancestor should never have been able to stand against a True Immortal. Yet not only had Chu Feng matched one, he was actually pulling ahead.
This was utterly unprecedented, a feat that truly defied the heavens themselves.
"Hmph, what a bunch of fools. He's clearly on his last legs, yet they act as though he's some great marvel."
Facing the advantage Chu Feng had gained, the Ghost-Face Old Demon showed not the slightest trace of alarm. Instead, he cast a mocking glance at the onlookers.
"I don't even need to use my full strength. A mere fraction of my power is enough to turn this battle around."
"Since you're so blind to your own limitations, Chu Feng, I'll play with you a while longer today."
"I want to see just how long peak Martial Ancestor cultivation like yours can hold out."
As the Ghost-Face Old Demon spoke, his eyes flickered subtly, and another wave of martial power surged from his body, merging into the two great martial power swords.
The swords not only grew larger, but their might increased as well.
"Damn it."
In that moment, Chu Feng's face was twisted in pain, as though he could barely hold on.
And the Ancient Battle Sword he wielded let out a constant humming buzz with every collision against the martial power swords.
It was the sound of trembling — the Ancient Battle Sword could no longer contend with those martial power swords.
"How useless. I merely increased my power by a tiny amount, and I haven't even used a martial skill yet. Already you can't hold on?"
"As expected, a Martial Ancestor is nothing more than a Martial Ancestor. They simply cannot stand against a True Immortal."
The smirk on the Ghost-Face Old Demon's lips grew wider, and the smugness in his eyes deepened.
It was only natural that a True Immortal should surpass a Martial Ancestor — this had been an unchanging truth for tens of thousands of years.
There was, in principle, nothing to be proud of.
But the Martial Ancestor he was defeating was Chu Feng — hailed as the greatest genius of the Hundred Refinements Mortal World, a man who might one day, like War Sea Grandmaster or Master Kaihong, rule over the entire Hundred Refinements Mortal World.
That was why defeating Chu Feng filled him with such smug satisfaction.
The Ghost-Face Old Demon's triumphant glee went unnoticed by the others, but Chu Feng saw it crystal clear.
"Now."
In a split second, Chu Feng's eyes turned razor-sharp — a piercing intensity that no injured man should have been capable of radiating.
That was right. Chu Feng's earlier show of weakness had been entirely an act. He had never actually been on the verge of collapse.
The whole reason he'd pretended to struggle was to make the Ghost-Face Old Demon grow careless — and then launch a surprise attack.
The moment he prepared to strike, the three special pills in his stomach dissolved simultaneously.
Boom —
The next instant, from within Chu Feng's body, a golden aura erupted outward like blazing golden light, extraordinary in its intensity and power.
Almost at the very same moment the forbidden pills took effect, Chu Feng drove the Ancient Battle Sword forward, slashing straight at the Ghost-Face Old Demon.
"What is that?"
Everything happened far too quickly. Moreover, back when Chu Feng had briefly gained a slight edge with the Ancient Battle Sword, he had quietly closed the distance between himself and the Ghost-Face Old Demon.
So now, as the Ancient Battle Sword hurtled toward the Ghost-Face Old Demon head-on, radiating a terrifying aura, even the Ghost-Face Old Demon couldn't react in time — he had no chance to dodge.
Pfft —