A Slight Edge
As Ling Feng's calm words, imbued with a burning fighting spirit, fell, the entire bloody battlefield fell into a deathly silence more eerie than death itself.
The look of relief that had just appeared on the faces of Zhang Zhi and the others, who had just crawled back from the Gate of Hell, instantly froze, replaced by an extreme sense of absurdity and horror.
This is no longer a friendly exchange; this is one-sided suppression!
No matter how monstrous or heaven-defying Chen Fan was, he was still separated by a gap of five minor realms!
Each level of advancement is like an insurmountable chasm; the five realms combined create Abyss that can plunge one into despair!
Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Ling Feng seemed to realize the impact his words had had.
He smiled calmly, and the terrifying aura that had been so powerful that it even distorted the space itself receded like the tide, eventually vanishing without a trace.
"There's no need for panic, everyone," Ling Feng said gently and frankly. "I'm not about to suppress others with my cultivation level. I will precisely suppress my own cultivation at the Third-Turn Bone Tempering Realm, and we will only compete based on the foundation of our cultivation techniques and our understanding of Martial Dao."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhi and the others did not breathe a sigh of relief; instead, their hearts grew even heavier.
The terror of top Prodigies lies not only in their cultivation level.
However, just when everyone was holding their breath for Chen Fan, the small flame in Chen Fan's eyes suddenly burned with an intense intensity.
He grinned, a slight smile playing on his lips, and took a step forward, readily accepting the challenge.
"Senior Ling Feng, you'd better hold back a bit."
Chen Fan cracked his wrists, making a series of crisp sounds, and said with a hint of teasing, "If I accidentally crash, it won't look good in front of these junior students."
"Haha! Funny!"
Upon hearing this, Ling Feng was taken aback for a moment, then burst into loud laughter.
He looked at Chen Fan with admiration. This kid was just right for him!
The moment the laughter subsided, Ling Feng's aura suddenly changed. The fluctuations of his Qi and Blood were precisely locked at the peak of the Third-Turn Bone Tempering Realm, without the slightest deviation.
Even so, the iron-blooded aura emanating from him, seemingly Bone Refinement from Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood, along with the Martial Dao True Intent of Eighth-Turn expert, still made the surrounding air as viscous as mercury.
That invisible sense of oppression was several times heavier than when those three Fifth-Turn chief disciples joined forces!
Battle is about to break out!
Without uttering any unnecessary words, Ling Feng launched the first attack.
He didn't use any fancy martial arts techniques, just a simple straight punch, unpretentious and unadorned.
But this seemingly ordinary punch contained his extremely subtle control over power. Wherever his fist pointed, the air was instantly sucked out, forming a vacuum zone that directly sealed off all of Chen Fan's dodging space in all directions!
"Good timing!"
Chen Fan gave a low shout and advanced instead of retreating.
The "Myriad Dao Furnace Scripture" within his body suddenly began to operate, and the Golden Qi and Blood of the Third-Turn Bone Tempering Realm erupted like a volcano, pouring into his right fist.
It's the same Basic Straight Punch!
Two disproportionately large fists collided violently in mid-air under the watchful eyes of countless tense, frozen figures!
"Boom!!"
A deafening sonic boom, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploded in everyone's eardrums.
The terrifying shockwave spread wildly in a ring, blasting away all the mangled Alien Races corpses on the ground and turning them into dust!
Divide at the first touch.
Thump!
Ling Feng was actually shaken and forced to take half a step back.
His eyes flashed with astonishment, and he exclaimed, "Such a solid foundation!"
Before he finished speaking, he made no further attempts to probe.
"Seven Slays of the Army-Breaker!"
Ling Feng let out a long roar, and his suppressed Qi and Blood, which had been suppressed at the third level, was activated in a mysterious way, unleashing a destructive power far exceeding that of the Fifth-Turn Bone Tempering Realm.
In an instant, the sky was filled with his fierce and unparalleled fist shadows. Each fist shadow was like a falling Stars, carrying an invincible killing intent, completely engulfing Chen Fan like a storm!
Faced with an attack that would suffocate any Fifth-Turn expert, Chen Fan's expression remained as calm as an ancient well.
He took a deep breath.
Inside his body, on the two hundred and six White Jade Bones that had just completed their third Bone Refinement, the fine golden spots burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant light!
Newly created martial arts techniques...
"Star Shattering!"
Chen Fan also threw a punch.
This punch possesses only one kind of extreme and pure violent aesthetic, as if it could shatter even the Stars with a single blow!
Where the fist passed, the space itself seemed to slightly distort and collapse.
Sizzle!
The countless fierce fist shadows that could tear mountains apart were as fragile as paper before the Star Shattering's punch, and were instantly torn open with a huge gash.
The residual power of the Star Shattering remained undiminished, and with an overwhelming force, it headed straight for Ling Feng's face!
Not good!
Ling Feng's usually placid expression suddenly changed!
In that critical moment, he instinctively sensed a deadly crisis from Chen Fan's punch that could threaten his life!
This is an attack that no Third-Turn Bone Tempering Realm could possibly unleash!
In a flash, Ling Feng's body instinctively made the most correct response, and a surge of powerful energy far exceeding that of a third-stage cultivator was mobilized from the depths of his body, covering his front.
"Bang!"
The fist landed solidly on Ling Feng's hastily erected defense.
An unparalleled and terrifying force erupted instantly!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Ling Feng was so shaken that he staggered back more than ten steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the hard ground before he could barely regain his footing. His Qi and Blood surged violently within him.
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.
Ling Feng slowly raised his head, looking at his slightly trembling, even somewhat numb arm. Instead of showing any anger, his eyes blazed with an almost fanatical light.
He stared at Chen Fan as if he were looking at a rare treasure.
A moment later, he suddenly burst into hearty laughter.
"Haha! I've lost by half a move!"
Ling Feng was completely open and honest, without the slightest attempt to conceal anything. "If I hadn't used power exceeding the third level at the last moment, I definitely wouldn't have been able to withstand that punch. In a true battle between equals, I am no match for you."
Chen Fan slowly lowered his stance, the domineering aura on his face dissipated, and he returned to his harmless appearance.
He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Ling Feng, still using that same humorous tone.
"Thank you for acknowledging my composure. Senior, you're quite grounded. I thought I was going to punch you and send you flying outside the Guardian Zone."
These teasing remarks made Zhang Zhi and the others nearby twitch their eyelids, fearing that this Prodigies Human Race would become angry out of embarrassment.
However, Ling Feng didn't care at all, and instead laughed even more heartily.
He was completely convinced of Chen Fan's strength.
But as he laughed, his expression quickly turned extremely serious.
Ling Feng waved his hand, and an invisible Qi and Blood barrier instantly opened, enveloping them and isolating them from all external detection.
His gaze was sharp as a knife, sweeping over Chen Fan, Shen Xuan, Su Qingyue, and Tuo Bashan. His voice suddenly lowered as he delivered a message.
"That's enough of the friendly exchange, let's get down to business."