"So that's what happened. That kid Chu Feng didn't just fuse two ninth-rank martial arts earlier — he actually merged a third martial art into them as well. It was a sonic wave martial art, which is why the combined attack sounded so ear-piercing and the power within it appeared so unstable. That was all caused by the sonic wave martial art." At that moment, a protector of the Blazing Phoenix Clan spoke up, having seen through the trick.
"What an ingenious technique. He managed to fuse a third martial art into two ninth-rank martial arts without making a sound, and he even managed to fool us all. It seems this kid Chu Feng is truly no ordinary person. Since he's our enemy, we absolutely cannot let him live." At the same time, another protector of the Blazing Phoenix Clan nodded, and a dense killing intent had already surged into his eyes.
After hearing the two of them speak, everyone present finally understood why Murong Xun's attack had ended so miserably when facing the same offensive — it turned out Chu Feng was one step ahead, having fused a sonic wave martial art into two ninth-rank martial arts.
Although the sonic wave martial art hadn't caused Murong Xun much actual damage, it had left his clothes in disarray and made him look utterly pathetic. People had to admit that Chu Feng's methods were truly brilliant — at least as a counter against Murong Xun's attack, it had been beautifully executed.
"Chu Feng, you despicable, shameless scoundrel! You dare use such foul tricks on me? Today, this young island master is going to cripple you!" Murong Xun was thoroughly enraged. He flipped his palm, and the half-completed King's weapon he had previously stored away reappeared in his hand. The moment the half-completed King's weapon appeared, Murong Xun's entire aura surged instantly.
"Don't make it sound like I'm the only one hunting you. If I didn't come after you, you'd let me go? What kind of person you are, Murong Xun — don't you know that yourself?" Chu Feng sneered coldly. Then he too flipped his palm, but instead of using a King's weapon, he summoned his own half-completed King's weapon — the Dragon Vein Sword. Without another word, he launched himself forward and clashed with Murong Xun.
"Clang clang clang clang clang…"
"Bang bang bang bang bang…"
Wielding their half-completed King's weapons, the two of them abandoned all martial arts techniques and relied purely on their reflexes and the most direct attacks, trading blow for blow in a brutal exchange.
A golden broadsword and a golden longsword clashed together, producing not only ear-piercing screeches and dazzling sparks, but also unleashing terrifying ripples of energy with every collision that spread outward through the air.
However, when two tigers fought, one was bound to be hurt. No matter how close two fighters were in strength, a victor and a loser would eventually emerge.
At first, everyone assumed that by fighting at close range with King's weapons, Murong Xun would hold an overwhelming advantage.
After all, this kind of combat tested not just martial cultivation talent but, more importantly, real combat experience. At such close range, every move and every strike had to be flawless, or the consequences would be catastrophic.
And Murong Xun had cultivated martial arts for so long, having fought more battles than anyone could count. Among the younger generation — and even among the older generation — many had fallen at his hands. That was why people believed his combat experience was superior and that he would dominate in close-quarters combat.
But before long, everyone realized they were wrong. The Dragon Vein Sword in Chu Feng's hands was incredibly cunning and fiercely sharp. Its mysterious sword techniques, its unpredictable attacks, and its ever-changing patterns surpassed Murong Xun's in every regard.
Two geniuses separated by a full three levels of cultivation fighting at close range — and the stronger one turned out to be Chu Feng, who was three levels below.
"I can hardly believe it. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that the Eastern Sea had produced such a genius." At that moment, the Water King of the Dark Night Demon Sect had gleaming eyes, thoroughly captivated by Chu Feng's performance and conquered by his strength.
"Before this, the Earth King praised this Chu Feng endlessly, and the Golden-robed Ten Brothers did the same. I still had my doubts, but seeing it today has truly exceeded all expectations. This boy's talent is extraordinary — a rare genius indeed."
"Moreover, seeing how he dared to act when we were all trapped in a desperate situation today, disregarding his own safety and leaping into this deathtrap of a fire pit, it's clear he is a deeply righteous and loyal child. For our Dark Night Demon Sect to recruit such a junior — it is truly our fortune." The Fire King also nodded in admiration.
"We must protect this boy. Even if we fight to mutual destruction today, we absolutely cannot let him die here because of us and ruin his bright future," the Water King secretly transmitted.
The Fire King nodded again and replied through transmission: "I was thinking the same thing. Such an outstanding junior is the hope for our Dark Night Demon Sect's return to glory. If the Sixth Immortal or those two mangy birds from the Blazing Phoenix Clan make a move, I will use the Forbidden Flame Mystic Art without hesitation and go all out to create an opening for Chu Feng and Xuan Xiaochao and the others to escape."
*Boom boom boom*
Chu Feng knew nothing of the two kings' admiration. At that moment, he was using the brilliant combination of the Dragon Vein Sword Art and the Dragon Vein Sword to suppress Murong Xun completely. While pressing his advantage, he didn't forget to mock his opponent: "Murong Xun, aren't you being a little too weak? Why are you only dodging and not attacking? This is getting awfully boring. Can't you give me a little pressure?"
"And the so-called number one genius turns out to be nothing but trash? Besides bullying those weaker than you, what else can you do?"
"You—" The crowd was buzzing with chatter, and those cutting remarks had already made Murong Xun feel humiliated and furious. But Chu Feng was now taunting him so unscrupulously that it truly felt like his organs were about to explode. He wanted nothing more than to kill Chu Feng on the spot and tear him to pieces.
But Murong Xun was no simple character. His current retreat was partly because his attacks couldn't match Chu Feng's in a head-on clash, but on the other hand, he was biding his time — a ruthless scheme was silently brewing.
So he didn't retort against Chu Feng. He didn't even try to conceal his anger. He even deliberately stoked the flames, displaying all his fury on his face for everyone to see.
Murong Xun appeared enraged on the outside, but inside he was laughing coldly, thinking viciously: "Go ahead and gloat. I'll show you soon enough what it means to be cunning in battle and what a real fight is. A real fight isn't just about strength — it's about wits."
Time ticked by, and Chu Feng's attacks grew ever more ferocious. Wave after wave of golden sword light, resembling dragon veins, were not only fluid and elegant but also overwhelmingly domineering.
People even felt that watching Chu Feng fight was practically a pleasure in itself, because his attacks were not only powerful but stunningly beautiful.
"Human Forbidden Illusory Sword Art!!!"
But who could have expected that just as the crowd was fully immersed in appreciating the battle, Murong Xun suddenly let out a thunderous roar.
At the same time, the golden broadsword in his hand began to glow brilliantly, its aura surging dramatically. A terrifying wave of energy erupted and blasted toward Chu Feng, who was only inches away.