"What nonsense! Without that power you gained from some crooked path, do you think you'd still be my opponent?"
"Let me tell you, back in the Sacred Hall of Item Creation, you didn't receive any special power. So if that's true, why were you a Third-rank Martial King back then, but only a Second-rank Martial King now?" Zhan Feng said angrily.
"Indeed, I did gain some benefits in the Sacred Hall of Item Creation and obtained temporary power that raised my cultivation from First-rank Martial King to Third-rank. But if you think I beat you solely by relying on external forces, then I can only say you are sorely mistaken."
Chu Feng admitted it frankly, as he saw no shame in it. After all, a Third-rank Martial King defeating a Fifth-rank was proof of his own strength.
"You are certainly thick-skinned and very good at making excuses."
"But it doesn't matter. Today, I will reveal your hypocritical face in front of everyone and let them all know what you're really made of—whether you're that legendary, unparalleled genius or not."
*BOOM!* Suddenly, Zhan Feng attacked. His hands overlapped, his will focused, and what he unleashed wasn't martial power or a martial art, but a barrier attack.
A colossal barrier formation condensed into shape in an instant. Right after, a surging purple barrier gathered into massive tidal waves, crashing down toward Chu Feng.
Seeing this, a cold smile tugged at the corner of Chu Feng's lips. He could see that Zhan Feng didn't just want to defeat him; he wanted to humiliate him. Rumors outside claimed Chu Feng's barrier techniques were formidable, so Zhan Feng wanted to challenge him on that front—it was a direct slap to Chu Feng's face.
Truthfully, if it were a contest of pure martial power, Chu Feng, at his current cultivation level, might not truly be Zhan Feng's match. At the very least, it would be extremely difficult, given the three whole ranks separating them. Moreover, Zhan Feng's combat strength was indeed far beyond what Wang Long or Qin Yu could compare to. Among his peers, Zhan Feng truly was a notable genius.
But if it was purely a contest of barrier techniques, would Chu Feng fear him? Setting aside Chu Feng's own comprehension of barrier arts, his Mental Power alone was several times stronger than Zhan Feng's.
It must be known, Chu Feng possessed a treasure—the Asura Ghost Axe.
While its role in direct combat had diminished, being only a recognized weapon, its true value lay in its special function: tempering Mental Power. Now fully integrated with Chu Feng, he could control it at will.
For so long, though it seemed Chu Feng hadn't been cultivating, he had actually been constantly tempering his Mental Power. As a result, his Mental Power had become incredibly powerful, which in turn made the barriers he set up even stronger than those of people whose cultivation surpassed his own.
"Sister Chun Wu, fall back." Chu Feng first pushed Chun Wu away. Then, instead of dodging, he stood his ground and set up a formation.
Chu Feng's mastery of barrier techniques was too profound. In a mere thought, the formation was completed. Just as Zhan Feng's surging tidal waves were about to engulf Chu Feng, a resounding *BOOM!* was heard.
A far more ferocious tidal wave of barriers erupted from Chu Feng's formation, not only neutralizing Zhan Feng's attack but also crashing back toward Zhan Feng himself.
"You...?!"
Seeing this, even Zhan Feng, who had been supremely confident moments before, was shocked. He never imagined that with Chu Feng's current cultivation, his barrier techniques could be so masterful as to break his own formation.
At such close range, given Zhan Feng's strength, there was no time to condense another formation. He had no choice but to fly backward, using the space to create distance while he reformed his barrier array.
*Hummmm!* Finally, a new barrier formation took shape. It was a wall of barriers of extraordinary quality—not an ordinary barrier wall, but one condensed from an ingenious grand barrier array. Naturally, it managed to block Chu Feng's tidal assault.