Translator: CinderTL
Whoosh!
The calm voice echoed across the arena. A brief silence fell over the grandstands before erupting into a cacophony of noise.
"All at once?"
Was he challenging every contestant, including the three formidable Star Palace Gatekeepers?
Shiva watched in bewilderment, while Princess Eleanor frowned slightly from her aerial vantage point. Even if he could severely injure Hux, how could he possibly take on so many martial artists, including four Pinnacle Realm experts, alone?
This declaration seemed utterly arrogant.
"Insolent!"
One of the Three Throne Keepers, clad in silver armor, glared down coldly from his lofty perch. But before he could act, the towering figure beside him gently raised a hand to stop him.
Perplexed, the armored man followed his companion's gaze toward Arena City.
One by one, the contestants' faces darkened, feeling insulted by this blatant disrespect. Athens, lugging his Sniper Cannon, and Sword Master Kagor exchanged icy glances across the arena, as if silently plotting a coordinated attack.
"Outrageous!"
Boom!
Someone moved faster than them all!
Tyne, who had been stalking his prey, halted abruptly, his voice simmering with suppressed fury as his aura exploded outward.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
His overwhelming Pinnacle Intent radiated outward, sending a pillar of pure Force surging skyward.
The windows of the concrete buildings shattered with a deafening crash as the ground trembled, sending debris flying.
The Grandmasters hidden nearby flushed crimson, their veins throbbing as if about to burst, caught in the heart of the storm.
"Get over here!" Tyne roared at the figure outside the city, his towering frame blocking the main entrance like a gray monolith.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Cracks snaked through the shadow cast by his bull-horned helmet. An invisible force churned the air, carving a crater into the concrete underfoot and pressing down on all the participants. The pressure felt almost as overwhelming as the Pinnacle Intent of the Star Palace Gatekeepers before the competition began.
"Come on!" Tyne bellowed. "Let's see if you actually have what it takes to—"
Boom!!!
His chest caved inward, his feet lifted from the ground. The hulking figure, now bent like a shrimp, spat blood as his bloodshot eyes rolled backward.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
One concrete building after another shattered in a straight line as his body smashed through them, leaving human-sized holes in their wake. Gray debris rained down like ash.
Every gaze froze instantly. The Three Throne Keepers high above frowned in unison. Within Arena City, Athens and Sword Master Kagor's pupils constricted as they clearly saw a massive crater where Tyne had stood moments before.
The young man in the black trench coat stepped forward, replacing his predecessor.
His left knee bent slightly, his right arm, poised to strike, remained parallel to the ground. Layers of Glazed Crystal spread from his fist across his entire body.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Crack... crack.
In the deathly silence, the fissures in the ground finally stopped spreading. Slowly, Chen Feng withdrew his fist.
He turned his indifferent gaze towards the high-altitude throne, a wisp of Crimson Flame flickering in his eyes.
Though his expression remained blank, an aura of aggressive contempt and utter disdain radiated from him, stirring a primal fear.
"You—!"
Provoked, the silver-armored man on one of the thrones shot him a frosty glare and lunged forward.
"Wait!" the towering figure barked, his brow furrowed as he blocked the silver-armored man again. "Something's off about him. Let others wear him down first."
Iphia beside him nodded in agreement, her brow furrowed in concern.
As if to validate their words, someone in Arena City, unable to endure Chen Feng's indifference and the suffocating tension, struck first.
Whoosh!
A figure blurred into motion. The lean warrior in his samurai garb shot forward like an arrow, twisting in a flash to appear behind Chen Feng.
His hair ribbon whipped like a shadow as his blade hissed from its scabbard.
The powerful slash unleashed a crescent-shaped arc of sword energy that soared skyward. Its blindingly cold light momentarily dimmed the entire world.
Simultaneously, Athens, perched atop a distant concrete building, shouldered his sniper cannon. His face twisted with ferocious determination as he fought to suppress his rage and pulled the trigger.
Boom!
A beam of blue light, as if countless particles had coalesced, erupted into a dazzling pillar nearly a meter wide, sealing off any escape.
In that instant, the two Pseudo-Pinnacle Realm warriors unleashed Fifth-Tier combat power. High above, Princess Eleanor and the cyborg security personnel watched with focused intensity.
Even the spectators in the stands, fearing a blood-soaked sky, instinctively held their breath, covered their eyes, and averted their gaze.
Until the very end.
Boom!
The sniper cannon's blue light devoured everything in its path—but a crisp, metallic clang rang out amidst the chaos.
Ding!
Chen Feng's thick left palm, shaped into a sword-finger gesture, effortlessly intercepted the dazzling sword light arcing toward him.
As for the sniper cannon?
The black trench coat vanished, leaving his bare torso gleaming under the stadium lights.
Brilliant Glazed Crystals, as hard as diamonds, now covered his body. The sculpted muscles and bulging veins beneath, once resembling chiseled stone, remained utterly unscathed.
"This..."
"How is this possible?!"
Athens, observing this scene through his sniper scope, his pupils constricted in disbelief.
A drop of cold sweat trickled down Chen Feng's forehead, dampening his rigid face. Sword Master Kagor, standing closest, felt a sudden tremor in his heart and instinctively recoiled.
Boom!
But Chen Feng's sword-like finger, piercing the sky, moved faster than Kagor could react.
Crack!
Bang!
The blade shattered instantly into fragments. The sword-finger, unleashed like a bullet, struck Kagor squarely in the chest.
Ugh!
A torrent of blood erupted from Kagor's mouth as his samurai-clad figure was sent flying into a nearby concrete building, leaving behind a human-shaped hole and streaks of blood.
In the distance, Athens immediately abandoned all pretense of resistance and tried to flee.
Buzz!
But in the next instant...
An overwhelming aura erupted from Chen Feng's body—the Wrath of the Storm, the pinnacle of his Pinnacle Intent, unleashed without restraint or concealment.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
The ground fractured, cracks spreading like spiderwebs.
Buildings swayed violently, windows shattered, and rubble crumbled to dust.
The force field surrounding the spectator stands rippled intensely, as if on the verge of imploding. Every spotlight trembled, and even the three towering thrones perched a hundred meters above the ground shuddered incessantly.
"This..."
Princess Eleanor instinctively recoiled, her eyes widening in shock as a hairline crack suddenly appeared in the fiberglass window.
What kind of terrifying Pinnacle Intent is this? she wondered. Can it really affect targets over a hundred meters away?
No one could answer her bewilderment, as all eyes were riveted to the spectacle unfolding below.
Grandmasters and Pseudo-Pinnacle Realm experts alike were frozen in place by the oppressive force, some collapsing unconscious to the ground.
Athens' face flushed crimson, resembling raw liver. He slowly sank to one knee, the joints in his spine popping like splintering wood as if an invisible giant hand were pressing down on his head.
"Ahhhh!!"
He roared in defiance, struggling to move, but found himself unable to utter a sound.
With a sickening thud, he crashed to his knees. Through bloodshot eyes, he clearly saw the distant Blazing Sun transform into a colossal sphere of fiery light, eight meters in diameter.
"Come down here!"
Boom!!
The Blazing Sun shot upward like a cannonball, shaking the very air with its explosive force.
The spectators on both sides of the arena stood paralyzed in awe, utterly unprepared for the sheer power of martial arts at this level.
"Something's wrong with him!"
"Let's attack together!"
The Three Throne Keepers could no longer maintain their composure. The tallest among them began to swell in stature, his muscles bulging as he lunged forward.
Like an arrow piercing the Blazing Sun, white mist billowed from his body as he plummeted straight down, covering a hundred meters in an instant.
The torn air transformed into gale-force winds, and his formidable Pinnacle Intent shielded him like an invisible armor.
His bronze-toned physique, honed by brutal Strengthening Techniques, had nearly reached the level of Stellar Titanium.
Whoosh!
At that moment, Iphia materialized, her sapphire-bladed longsword appearing as if summoned from thin air.
Impossible! She had moved after him, yet her blade had reached the Pinnacle of Speed. With a flicker, she vanished from the ground, reappearing beside him in mid-air.
Her emerald eyes blazed with icy resolve. The horizontal slash hadn't even landed, yet a low-rise concrete building in Arena City split in two, teetering on the brink of collapse.
Boom!
Danger erupted. The silver-armored man shattered the Blazing Sun overhead with a thunderous double-fisted strike.
Fragments of crimson flame scattered across the sky, like the fading trail of a meteor—a symbol of his fleeting brilliance and ultimate vulnerability.
Until...
Crunch!
Boom!!!
Chen Feng lunged forward, his jaw snapping shut around the sapphire blade, crushing it into fragments with a single bite.
TL/N: Saitama style!
His savage grin, framed by rows of jagged white teeth, sent shivers down Iphia's spine, raising goosebumps across her skin.
A chill ran through the figure plummeting from the sky. In the next instant, a fist-shaped blast of energy shot upward to meet his descending strike.
Boom!!!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Cracks spiderwebbed in all directions, forming a deep crater as the shockwave swept outward. A nearby concrete building, split in two by the initial blast, collapsed into rubble, leaving a hundred-meter radius flattened into a desolate wasteland.
Snap!
The sound of shattering bone echoed as the towering figure's arm twisted grotesquely. His face flushed crimson before Chen Feng seized the mangled limb, swung him like a hammer, and slammed him into the ground.
Boom!!
Dust billowed upward, scattering debris like shrapnel.
Iphia watched in disbelief as the silver-armored man, who had been diving toward them, finally arrived.
Thud!
The moment the crater erupted, the silver-armored man straightened from his crouch. Force coalesced around him into a silvery aura, amplifying his strength as he unleashed a spinning sidekick.
The kick's immense power generated a deafening sonic boom. Simultaneously, a familiar roar of fury echoed from within the ruined concrete structure.
"Aaaaaaaah!!"
The bull-horned helmet crashed through every obstruction as Aron, his eyes bloodshot, charged forward like a rhinoceros war chariot. The bloodstained dent in his chest seemed to fuel his rage.
Thump, thump, thump!
The muffled sounds of kicks and whistling wind mingled, creating a suffocating atmosphere.
But then...
"Pathetic."
Chen Feng spoke coldly, unleashing a straight punch.
Thud!
The silver armor shattered instantly. His fist, moving faster than the eye could follow, pierced the man's abdomen and emerged bloodied from his back.
The searing pain drove the silver-armored man mad. He froze in place, his face as white as silver leaf.
Without dodging or blocking, Chen Feng spun around, his empty left hand darting out to seize the charging helmet by its bull horns.
Crack, crack, crack, crack!
The cracks in the ground widened, the deep pit sinking further.
Yet Chen Feng remained rooted, suddenly lowering his head for a ferocious headbutt.
Boom!
The headbutt was savage. The sturdy horned helmet exploded into fragments.
The fat, bloodied head caved inward. The mountain of a body staggered backward before collapsing heavily to the ground.
Thud!
The dull thud echoed, and the world fell silent.
The silver-armored man with the gaping abdominal wound was tossed aside, trembling weakly and drenched in cold sweat.
The towering Star Palace Gatekeeper's head was once again crushed beneath Chen Feng's foot, his face contorted in humiliation.
All his struggles proved futile. Chen Feng finally turned his head to glance at Iphia, who had darted far away and taken refuge on the rooftop of a building a hundred meters away.
Their eyes met across the distance, one pair high above, the other low below. Iphia's emerald eyes were filled with shock and fear.
The crowd on both sides of the grandstand remained stunned into silence, while Princess Eleanor in the royal box stared down in disbelief.
Four Pinnacle Realm experts defeated in less than ten seconds?
Not one of them had lasted more than two moves against him, most suffering grievous wounds.
"You're quite fast," Chen Feng's deep voice suddenly reverberated.
Crimson flames flickered erratically around him as he slanted a glance at Iphia on the distant rooftop.
Her blue silk robe trembled, and an inexplicable sense of dread and chill washed over her, urging her to flee.
"I don't like hitting women."
TL/N: 🙄
"But..."
Crackle!
Boom!!
Thunder cracked, and a flash of blue lightning streaked across the sky.
A powerful heartbeat throbbed like the beat of a war drum.
A wave of scalding heat erupted behind her. Iphia froze, her pupils contracting, her face paling as she stiffly jerked her head back.
The figure encased in Glazed Crystal had materialized behind her unnoticed.
A massive hand reached out, blocking all light and relentlessly closing in, stifling any thought of resistance.
Escape!
Escape!!
Run away now!!
She screamed inwardly, desperately trying to summon her Force.
But then—
Snap!
Everything froze.
A thick hand clamped onto her head, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks beneath its fingers.
"I hate repeated acts of insolence," Chen Feng said.
Boom!!!
Her long hair flew back as her head slammed into the adjacent concrete wall, spiderweb cracks spreading across the entire structure.
The building teetered on the verge of collapse, her bloodied and distorted head embedded in the wall like a grotesque ornament.
The hand slowly released its grip. Chen Feng withdrew his gaze, standing atop the crumbling structure, surveying Arena City.
Collapsed and unconscious.
Terrified and trembling.
Competitors and Star Palace Gatekeepers alike lay sprawled on the ground. He saw Gert, shrouded in his black cloak, and sensed the same confusion radiating from him as from the other Pseudo-Pinnacle Realm experts.
The spectators on both sides of the grandstands remained wide-mouthed, frozen in stunned silence.
Shiva's shock, Zhou Wuren and Xu Tingxiao's nervous gulps, and even Princess Eleanor high above, all lingered in disbelief.
The tournament had ended far too quickly.
There had been no fierce battles or bloody clashes, only a one-sided, overwhelming rout.
Neither the Pinnacle Realm experts nor the Star Palace Gatekeepers had proven to be worthy opponents.
In a daze, Chen Feng felt a subtle tremor within the Legendary Light Orb in his mind.
His Perception quietly probed, unnoticed by anyone.
The final results were displayed on the massive screen above the arena, his stage and his glory for all to witness.
As the spectacle unfolded before millions, nods of approval rippled through the Red Nation, punctuated by bursts of laughter.
"Fengzi never disappoints!"
"He's really stolen the show this time."
In his director's office, Lin Hao shook his head with a wry smile, a tinge of envy now coloring his features.
In the Cloud Dream Forest, observers withdrew their gazes, the virtual projection freezing to show only Chen Feng standing alone.
"He's gotten even stronger," Meng Anran murmured, her golden hair cascading down her back as she stood by the window, arms crossed, her gaze filled with a mixture of admiration and wonder.
She remembered when they first met; he was merely a Grandmaster, and even the Flying Dragon Sect could have been considered a formidable foe. Yet in the blink of an eye...
"He's probably on par with some Flying Generals now," a young man said from the sofa. He was still engrossed in his game, but the virtual projection hadn't escaped his notice.
"In the entire Red Nation Martial Arts World, only Liu Duanyun might be able to match him."
"And Yang Wudi... I wonder how strong he is now."
The young man muttered casually, then his eyes widened suddenly. On the tablet's game screen, his character abruptly countered a surprise attack and secured a kill.
Meng Anran watched in silence for a moment, then turned her gaze to the inverted pyramid outside the window, and beyond to the vast forest and boundless sky.
She loathed this feeling of being left behind.
The rhythmic click of her high heels echoed in the room, the only sound aside from the continuous tapping of the game.
Finally, she pursed her lips and made a decision.
"You're already a Legendary Flying General."
"Interested in playing for higher stakes with me?"
(End of the Chapter)
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