Wuma Shengjie's speed was tremendous — had it been anyone else, that fist would have landed without question.
But in Chu Feng's eyes, every movement was perfectly clear.
Chu Feng raised his hand, clenching his five fingers into a fist, and threw it directly toward the fist hurtling his way.
BOOM—
A thunderous impact rang out, sounding like steel striking steel. At the same time, the cavern trembled violently, sending countless fragments of rock tumbling down from above.
Chu Feng's fist and Wuma Shengjie's fist collided.
The clash not only sent shockwaves rippling outward, but both Chu Feng and Wuma Shengjie were forced back several steps.
Chu Feng, affected by the force of the impact, stumbled backward uncontrollably. It took a full thirty-nine steps before he finally steadied himself.
Tap—
The moment Chu Feng found his footing and raised his head, Wuma Shengjie had just barely stabilized as well.
However, at that moment, a look of displeasure surfaced in Wuma Shengjie's gaze as he regarded Chu Feng.
Though the exchange of fists had appeared to end in a draw, Chu Feng had steadied himself after thirty-nine steps, while Wuma Shengjie had needed forty-one.
Those extra two steps made him feel he had gotten the worse of the exchange.
That was precisely why he was so displeased.
"Take this."
A streak of golden light flashed. In the next instant, Wuma Shengjie lunged toward Chu Feng once more, like an enraged tiger pouncing on its prey.
Only this time, there was an additional object in his hand.
It was a golden dagger.
The dagger was not particularly long — just over a foot in length — yet its sharpness was radiant and overwhelming, as though it could cut through space itself. Even the Martial Immortal-level martial power concealed within the air seemed to swirl and revolve around it.
It was a Martial Immortal weapon of considerable power.
Among Martial Immortal weapons, it could even be ranked among the finest.
However, every one of Wuma Shengjie's movements was laid bare before Chu Feng's eyes. Seeing his opponent charge once more, Chu Feng did not hesitate in the slightest.
With a mighty shout, he declared, "Right on time."
Clang—
As he spoke, his palm swept past the Universe Bag. With a flash of light, a massive blade materialized in his hand.
This great blade was also a Martial Immortal weapon.
Chu Feng's footwork carried him into the air as he shot toward Wuma Shengjie.
In the blink of an eye, the two clashed once more.
In that instant, blades of light raged wildly, sparks erupted in torrents, and the deafening ring of clashing steel echoed through the cavern without pause.
But after only a brief exchange, Chu Feng was sent hurtling out of the fray like a meteor, stumbling backward again after hitting the ground.
That was meant to be a devastating offensive strike — Chu Feng had wielded his Martial Immortal blade and slashed straight down from the front with overwhelming force.
Yet the dagger in Wuma Shengjie's hand suddenly erupted with radiant runes. As the runes flowed and circulated, Wuma Shengjie merely flicked his wrist and swung casually.
When the two Martial Immortal weapons collided, it felt to Chu Feng as though he had been struck by countless blades simultaneously. The sheer force launched him backward, and even after landing, he was sent staggering nearly a hundred steps before he barely managed to regain his footing.
"Not bad skills. A shame your weapon is so inferior."
Wuma Shengjie's voice rang out.