The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 325: Limit? I'm far from it!

Monster!

The entire arena was shaken, and the audience was stunned!

Every spectator was left dumbfounded, seeing how a mere Pulse Formation Realm martial artist, with only twenty meridian gates open, not only suppressed a sixth-level Transformation Realm warrior, but also sent an eighth-level Pulse Formation Realm Blood Wolf flying with a single punch!

"Hehe, this kid has been hiding his true strength well!"

In the participant area, Gong Cheng squinted his eyes and chuckled, "If it weren't for the captain bringing him here, he might not have even revealed that he also practices Body Refinement Art."

"No wonder he's Brother Feng!"

Lin Mochen and Yu Sixian exchanged glances. With Ling Feng, this anomaly in their team, perhaps they really had a chance to compete with the Central Court's sword team.

Li Bufan clenched his fists, with only three words echoing in his heart: Never admit defeat!

Ling Feng's strength was impressive, but he would strive to become even stronger!

"Ling Feng's prowess is his own business. We can't place all our hopes on him alone, do you understand?"

Gu Tengfeng turned to look at his teammates, slowly adding, "Starting today, I'll bring you here two or three times every month. If you don't want to perish on the stage, you must put pressure on yourselves and constantly strive to become stronger!"

"Yes, Captain!"

Everyone nodded in unison. It was evident to all that Gu Tengfeng was determined for the upcoming Five Courts' Sword Team Grand Competition in six months.

After all, this was his last year at Tianwei Academy, and it was his final chance to lead East Court's sword team to challenge the strongest and ascend to the peak of the empire's sword teams.

In the Blood Arena.

Blood Wolf's face turned exceptionally grim. The punch just now not only sent him flying, but also broke three fingers on his right hand!

Despite his Bloodthirsty Secret Technique granting him a substantial boost in strength and reinforcing his physique in a short time, he still suffered significant losses in the clash of strength.

"You're going to die a miserable death!" Blood Wolf's gaze turned cold as he stared at Ling Feng. He forcefully twisted his fingers back into place and shook his hand, miraculously restoring it in an instant.

However, he couldn't maintain this state for too long. He needed to finish the fight quickly; otherwise, if he fell back to the sixth level of Transformation Realm, death would be his only path.

Ling Feng effortlessly countered Blood Wolf's movements and martial skills with his Heavenly Dao divine inscription. Seeing through everything, Ling Feng had firmly secured an unbeatable position despite the slight difference in their strengths.

"Greed Wolf's Seven Slaughters!"

Blood Wolf roared, finally unleashing his ultimate move, aiming to defeat Ling Feng in a short amount of time.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the air, there was a sudden crackling sound, and the space around Ling Feng resonated with bursts of air explosions. Countless shadows of fists formed in the air, as if they were going to shatter the space where Ling Feng stood into pieces.

The ferocious punches resembled a violent storm, full of unstoppable momentum.

Ling Feng waved his sword, moving like flowing clouds that could freely traverse the world. Between his movements, sword lights emerged, resembling elusive spirits that met the punches of Blood Wolf head-on.

"Hundred Ghosts Night Walk!"

Punches collided!

Swords clashed!

The entire Blood Arena erupted in excitement as the audience witnessed the magnificent battle unfolding before them.

Standing at the edge of the arena, Xiaolin had to channel her true qi to protect herself. The violent force swept over her, causing her skin to sting.

"Roar! I'll turn you into minced meat!"

Blood Wolf bellowed ferociously. Ling Feng's sharp sword qi left bloody traces on him, but they quickly healed, and his punches became even more wild and domineering.

In his current state, his recovery ability was astonishing, akin to an indestructible cockroach.

Ling Feng's sword speed was as fast as lightning, and he continuously used the "Hundred Ghosts Night Walk" to counterattack!

Their figures intertwined incessantly.

Blood Wolf's muscles were continuously cut open by Ling Feng's sword qi, blood splattering out, yet they healed rapidly each time.

On Ling Feng's body, blood holes were occasionally blasted open and blood flowed out, staining his white clothes red.

However, in the Mountain Shaking Transformation state, these wounds were at most superficial.

But because Blood Wolf was shirtless, everyone only saw his terrifying recovery ability, while they only saw Ling Feng getting covered in more and more blood.

There was a chorus of boos from the audience as they witnessed this scene.

"Looks like that kid from Tianwei Academy is done for!"

"Hehe, he's just an inexperienced youth. No wonder Blood Wolf has been in the Blood Arena for so long, with all his companions dying while he survives."

"I can't wait to see this so-called genius fall here!"

"Kill! Blood Wolf, take down that kid! Tear him apart!"

"..."

The audience erupted into a frenzy of shouts and cheers, but Blood Wolf's expression darkened, his eyes filled with shock.

Others might not have noticed, thinking that Ling Feng's increasing number of wounds meant he was badly injured. However, after exchanging hundreds of moves with Ling Feng, Blood Wolf sensed that Ling Feng's strength hadn't diminished at all; it might even have improved slightly.

It seemed that with each exchange, Ling Feng's strength and speed would increase slightly!

Facing such an opponent who was growing stronger by the moment...

Blood Wolf couldn't find words to describe it; his mind was filled with only one thought: "Terrifying."

However, Blood Wolf didn't have much time to waste. He began to feel a hint of weakness, knowing that the time limit for maintaining his secret art was nearing its limit.

"Before the effects of the Bloodthirsty Secret Art fade away, I must kill him!" Blood Wolf's face twisted into a grimace as he bellowed and lunged towards Ling Feng once again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two continued their relentless clashes, with Ling Feng seemingly being pressured by Blood Wolf as he remained passive.

However, only Blood Wolf himself knew that he was at the end of his rope.

Clang!

As their fists and swords clashed, the two figures separated once again. Blood Wolf stomped hard on the ground, his face turning pale as he quickly adjusted his breathing. With a fierce yet hesitant expression, he said, "Kid, I see you're at your limit. Why persist in this futile struggle? Why not surrender now? I can show mercy and spare your life."

"My limit?" Ling Feng's lips curled into a faint smile. "I'm far from it."

He waved his hand lightly towards Blood Wolf, his expression calm. "Come again."

Blood Wolf's expression froze for a moment, and then he cursed inwardly, thinking, "Damn it!"

This damned fellow, he just won’t give up!

Being a condemned prisoner, he knew that even if he surrendered, it wouldn't matter unless his opponent chose to stop. However, continuing the fight like this, he feared he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

He was caught in a dilemma!

Blood Wolf stood still, the power from the Bloodthirsty Secret Art gradually fading away. He knew he wouldn't be able to maintain at the eighth level of the Transformation Realm for much longer.

"Damn it!"

With a face as dark as water, Blood Wolf could only muster the last of his strength, letting out a deafening roar. "Then you shall die! Maniac - Bloody Killing Fist!"