Wuma Shengjie's speed was astonishing — for anyone else, that punch would have landed without question.
But in Chu Feng's eyes, every movement was perfectly clear.
Chu Feng raised his fist and drove it straight into Wuma Shengjie's incoming blow.
BOOM— A deafening explosion rang out, one that sounded like steel clashing against steel. At the same time, the cavern trembled violently, and countless shards of rock rained down from above.
Chu Feng and Wuma Shengjie's fists had collided head-on.
The impact of the clash sent shockwaves rippling outward. Both fighters were forced back several steps.
Chu Feng, pushed by the force, stumbled backward uncontrollably — a full thirty-nine steps before he finally regained his footing.
Tap— The moment Chu Feng steadied himself and looked up, Wuma Shengjie had just managed to plant his feet as well.
Only now, the gaze Wuma Shengjie directed at Chu Feng carried a trace of displeasure and irritation.
Though their fist exchange appeared to be a draw, the details told a different story. Chu Feng had stabilized after thirty-nine steps, while Wuma Shengjie had needed forty-one.
Those extra two steps gnawed at him — he felt he had come off worse.
That was precisely why he was so vexed.
"Take this."
A golden flash cut through the air, and Wuma Shengjie lunged at Chu Feng once more, raging like a furious tiger.
This time, however, something new had appeared in his hand.
A golden dagger.
The dagger was not particularly long — just over a foot — yet its edge gleamed with a ferocious sharpness that seemed capable of slicing through space itself. Even the immortal-level martial energy concealed within the air spiraled around it.
It was an Immortal Armament, and a powerful one at that. Among Immortal Armaments, it could be ranked among the finest.
But every move Wuma Shengjie made was laid bare before Chu Feng's eyes. Seeing his opponent charge again, Chu Feng did not hesitate for even a heartbeat.
He let out a mighty shout: "Right on time."
Clang— As the words left his lips, his palm swept past his Universe Bag. With a flash of light, a massive broadsword materialized in his grip.
This broadsword was also an Immortal Armament.
Chu Feng pushed off the ground and soared into the air, hurtling toward Wuma Shengjie.
In the blink of an eye, the two clashed once more.
For a moment, blades of light raged in every direction, sparks erupted in torrents, and the shriek of steel against steel echoed without cease.
But after only a brief exchange, Chu Feng withdrew.
He had just launched a devastating overhead strike with his Immortal Armament broadsword, wielding it with tremendous force in a direct frontal attack.
Yet the dagger in Wuma Shengjie's hand suddenly blazed with runic inscriptions. The runes surged and flowed as he flicked his wrist in a casual swing.
The two Immortal Armaments collided — but the impact struck Chu Feng as though he had been hit by a dozen Immortal Armaments simultaneously. The colossal force drove him back nearly a hundred steps before he finally managed to stabilize himself.
"Not bad technique — a pity your weapon is so lacking."
Wuma Shengjie's voice rang out.