Wind Thunder Star Kui

Qin Wushuang's appearance was like a massive boulder crashing into a placid lake.

He did not deliberately release his aura, yet the ethereal profundity that seemed to meld with the surrounding stellar energy brought an oppression far heavier than Snake Consort's.

Simply standing there, he seemed to be the very center of the core region's energy flow.

Lin Feng and Zhao Feng's expressions instantly turned incomparably grave.

"Qin Wushuang."

Zhao Feng tightened his grip on his sword. The blade gave a faint hum as fierce sword intent erupted of its own accord, resisting that invisible pressure.

The purple-black Wind and Thunder True Qi around Lin Feng also began circulating faster beyond his control, crackling faintly.

He could feel it—the power contained within Qin Wushuang was as vast as the starry sky, far surpassing Snake Consort's!

This was absolutely a formidable opponent, the strongest peer he had encountered thus far!

"Star Origin Spiritual Milk?"

Lin Feng caught the key phrase in Qin Wushuang's words, his gaze sweeping toward that inconspicuous cave.

Anything that even someone like Qin Wushuang called "spiritual milk" could not possibly be ordinary.

Qin Wushuang smiled faintly and strolled several steps forward as though walking through his own courtyard, his gaze still resting on Lin Feng. "That's right. Star Origin Spiritual Milk is born from the convergence of stellar origins and the essence of the battlefield. A single drop can temper the body, purify True Qi, and even nourish the soul. For people like us, it is the supreme miraculous medicine for breaking into a higher realm."

His tone was calm, as though he were introducing some ordinary object, but the contents of his words made both Lin Feng and Zhao Feng's hearts tremble.

A Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure that could affect the body, True Qi, and soul all at once—its value was beyond measure!

"Everyone who sees it gets a share?"

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, showing no retreat despite the other's strength. "And how do you propose we divide it?"

Qin Wushuang's smile remained unchanged. He raised one finger, starlight flickering at its tip. "Very simple. The three of us will have a spar. The victor takes seventy percent alone. The remaining thirty percent will be split equally between the two losers. What do you say?"

The method he proposed was simple and direct, brimming with absolute confidence in his own strength.

In his eyes, this was already "fair."

Zhao Feng snorted coldly, his sword intent shooting skyward. "Fine."

He was a pure Sword Cultivator to begin with, one who believed in the sword in his hand. He had no objection to deciding the ownership of resources through strength—and was even eager to give it a try.

Everyone's gaze fell on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was silent for a moment.

Facing both Zhao Feng's razor-sharp sword intent and Qin Wushuang's unfathomable stellar power, he had no certainty of victory in a one-against-two fight.

But there was no way he would simply give up most of the Star Origin Spiritual Milk.

His gaze passed over Qin Wushuang before shifting to Zhao Feng, his mind weighing everything at lightning speed.

These two were both outstanding among men, proud and arrogant, and neither would be easy to deal with. If he wanted them to willingly surrender most of the benefits, he would have to display strength enough to make them wary.

"Fine." Lin Feng spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying an unquestionable resolve.

"However, I have a suggestion."

"Oh?"

Qin Wushuang raised a brow, interest appearing in his eyes.

"A melee is boring, and it would be difficult to determine a clear winner."

Lin Feng's gaze was like lightning as he looked at them in turn. "How about this? Each of the three of us takes one strike from each opponent. No dodging, no evasion—only our own cultivation and defenses to withstand it head-on. Whoever takes the other two attacks without injury gets the spiritual milk all to himself. If all remain uninjured, or all are injured, we can discuss another arrangement. How about it?"

The moment those words fell, a sharp gleam flashed through Zhao Feng's eyes. Clearly, the proposal had stirred his fighting spirit.

He was supremely confident in both his sword intent and his defense.

The smile on Qin Wushuang's face deepened as he clapped his hands. "Interesting! Using offense in place of defense, testing the depth of one's foundation. Student Lin Feng, you truly haven't disappointed me."

The appreciation in his gaze toward Lin Feng grew even stronger.

"Who goes first?" Zhao Feng was already impatient, the ancient sword in his hand giving a clear cry.

"Since you made the proposal, you should go first. How about it?" Qin Wushuang looked at Lin Feng and made an inviting gesture. His bearing was elegant, yet carried a trace of unquestionable dominance.

He wanted to personally assess the caliber of this wind and thunder power.

Zhao Feng nodded as well, his blazing gaze fixed on Lin Feng.

"Fine!"

Lin Feng drew a deep breath, knowing this was the crucial moment to establish his standing.

He took a step forward, and his aura abruptly changed!

The Wind-Thunder Foundation Building Method circulated at full force. The purple-black vortex within him spun madly as surging Wind and Thunder True Qi burst from his body. Instead of flickering and leaping, it layered itself over him like heavy armor, finally condensing into an incomparably solid suit of purple-black True Qi battle armor, with wind patterns and Lightning Arcs flowing across its surface!

Wind-Thunder Battle Armor!

This was a unique defensive form he had created by combining the power of wind and thunder with his own insights, possessing both the fierce might of lightning and the dense, unbroken nature of the Wind Fiend!

"Come!"

He shouted in a deep voice, his gaze as steadfast as stone.

The battle intent in Zhao Feng's eyes reached its peak. He hesitated no longer, raising two fingers like a sword before his brow!

A terrifying Sword Intent that could tear apart the heavens and annihilate all things surged into the sky!

Behind him, a phantom of an enormous sword seemed to appear, piercing through heaven and earth!

"Take this sword of mine—Sky-Splitting!"

His sword fingers slashed sharply forward!

There was no Sword Qi sweeping across the air—only an "intent" so pure and condensed it had reached the ultimate extreme. Ignoring the distance of space, it descended in an instant and slashed viciously at Lin Feng's Wind-Thunder Battle Armor!

This sword did not strike the flesh, but the core of spirit and energy!

"Buzz—!"

The Wind-Thunder Battle Armor erupted with a dazzling violet-black radiance. Wind patterns raced across its surface, Lightning Arcs leaped madly, and it collided head-on with the invisible Sky-Splitting Sword Intent!

A teeth-grating sound of distortion rang out through the void!

Lin Feng's body shook violently, his face paling slightly, yet his feet seemed rooted to the ground. He did not retreat a single step!

The violet-black radiance on the battle armor flickered several times before finally withstanding that terrifying Sword Intent head-on, though its glow dimmed somewhat.

"Good!" A trace of admiration flashed through Zhao Feng's eyes as he withdrew his fingers.

He knew full well the power of that strike. Lin Feng's ability to receive it head-on meant his strength had earned Zhao Feng's recognition.

Starlight flowed in Qin Wushuang's eyes as he applauded in praise. "Such pure Wind-Thunder True Intent, such resilient battle armor! Now, it is my turn."

He slowly raised his right hand and spread his five fingers. Countless motes of starlight gathered in his palm, as though he held a miniature starry sky in his hand.

That starry sky slowly revolved, emanating an aura that was profound, vast, and incomparably heavy.

"This is Starfall."

He gently pushed that miniature starry sky in his palm toward Lin Feng.

There was no sound, no explosion of light.

Yet Lin Feng felt as though an entire sky were crushing down upon him!

That power was not merely destructive. It also carried a rule-like heaviness and restraint, seeking to freeze and suppress him along with the surrounding space, until he was reduced to dust!

The Wind-Thunder Battle Armor let out a groan of unbearable strain!

Under the power of Starfall, the wind patterns and Lightning Arcs on its surface became exceedingly sluggish and slow!

The armor itself was pressed inward, as though it might shatter at any moment!

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and pushed the Wind-Thunder Foundation Building Method to its limit, even drawing upon that wisp of True Meaning of Thunder origin within his Sea of Consciousness!

Violet-black light flickered wildly across the battle armor as it fiercely resisted the omnipresent force of stellar suppression!

"Crack..."

A faint sound of breaking rang out, and several tiny cracks finally appeared across the armor's surface!

But that was all!

After pressing the battle armor to its limit, the power of Starfall ultimately failed to crush it completely, gradually dissipating.

Lin Feng let out a long breath of turbid air. His face was pale, his breathing uneven, and the Wind-Thunder Battle Armor's light had dimmed. Covered in cracks, it slowly dispersed.

He looked at Qin Wushuang and said in a deep voice, "You let me win."

Qin Wushuang slowly withdrew his hand, and for the first time, a solemn expression appeared on his face.

He gave Lin Feng a long, deep look before nodding. "The power of wind and thunder truly lives up to its reputation. You are qualified to stand on equal footing with us."

After those two exchanges, all three had gained a clear understanding of one another's strength.

Lin Feng's defense, Zhao Feng's offense, and Qin Wushuang's all-round strength and unfathomable depth all made the others wary.

In the end, after a brief discussion, the twelve drops of Star Origin Spiritual Milk discovered in the cave were divided equally, with four drops for each person.

Though this result did not fully satisfy everyone, it was the best balance possible under the current circumstances.

After collecting the spiritual milk, the atmosphere of drawn swords and bent bows between the three eased somewhat, yet their competitive spirit only grew deeper.

They all knew that the Provincial Finals would be the true stage upon which the victor would be decided.

Just as the three were preparing to leave separately and refine their gains—

[Myriad Phenomena Battlefield remaining time: Final day. Once the final points rankings are locked, the top one hundred candidates will be teleported to the finals venue—the Starfall Main Arena!]

The grand announcement echoed between heaven and earth.

Lin Feng glanced at his points, which still stood firmly at the top of the rankings, then at the four drops of Star Origin Spiritual Milk in his hand, like liquid stars and radiating an enticing glow. A trace of resolve flashed through his eyes.

He found a relatively safe spot behind an energy crystal, sat down cross-legged, and swallowed all four drops of Star Origin Spiritual Milk without hesitation!

It was time for one final push toward the ultimate finals!