Re-Battle Chen Feng

As the screen clearly displayed "[Stage 1: Lin Feng vs. Chen Feng]", the atmosphere in the entire arena instantly became subtle.

Many spectators who knew of the past grievances between the two, especially those from Jiangnan City, immediately turned their gazes to them with even more attention.

Chen Feng stared intently at the screen, his eyes filled with malice, humiliation, and a hint of fear he himself was unwilling to admit.

The crushing defeat in the qualifiers haunted him like a nightmare.

But at this moment, under the public gaze, on the stage of the Provincial Finals, he absolutely could not back down!

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing that fear, replacing it with a desperate madness.

"Lin Feng! This time, I will absolutely not lose again!"

Chen Feng roared in his heart, taking a large stride onto the stage first, his aura erupting without reservation, revealing that he had also reached the Late Stage Martial Artist!

Clearly, he had also gained opportunities in the Myriad Phenomena Battlefield.

Lin Feng's expression was calm, and he walked onto the stage with an unhurried pace, a stark contrast to Chen Feng's demeanor as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Begin!" the referee waved.

Almost the moment the match started, Chen Feng moved!

He knew Lin Feng's terrifying power well, not daring to hold back even a little, and even less daring to let Lin Feng seize the initiative!

"Nine Strikes of Cracking Wind!"

He roared, his figure seeming to merge with the wind, becoming elusive. His palms struck out in rapid succession, the palm winds sharp as blades, instantly transforming into nine condensed, emerald green wind blades!

These nine wind blades did not attack in a straight line. Instead, as if possessing life, they intertwined in the air to form a dense, inescapable net of death. From different angles, with a tearing aura, they enveloped Lin Feng!

The power was several times stronger than during the qualifiers!

This was his ultimate technique, honed to an extremely high level from his family's inherited Cracking Wind Palm. The nine strikes linked together, their power accumulating, capable of threatening a Peak Martial Artist!

Facing this attack, which could make Martial Artists of the same level turn pale, Lin Feng merely raised his eyes slightly.

"It has the form, but not the spirit."

He didn't even move his feet. He simply raised his right hand casually, fingers spread, and gently clenched his fist towards the enveloping nine wind blades.

"Wind Devour."

Hummm!

An invisible breeze, carrying an aura of annihilation, quietly spread out from the center of Lin Feng's palm.

The moment the nine incredibly sharp emerald green wind blades touched this breeze, they were like snowflakes meeting a scorching sun. Their speed plummeted, their light rapidly dimmed, and their structure became extremely unstable!

It was as if the "wind" power they contained was forcibly stripped, devoured, and disintegrated by a higher, more fundamental will of the wind!

"Pfft, pfft, pfft..."

A series of light sounds, like bursting bubbles, rang out.

The nine Cracking Wind Palm strikes, capable of splitting stone, dissipated in mid-air before even coming within three meters of Lin Feng, vanishing into nothingness without even stirring a ripple!

"What?!"

The madness and resolve on Chen Feng's face instantly froze, transforming into extreme shock and bewilderment. "My Nine Strikes of Cracking Wind... How is this possible?!"

He simply couldn't comprehend what was happening before his eyes!

His ultimate technique, practiced diligently for many years and his pride, was as vulnerable as a child's trick in front of the opponent?

"Your wind is too mixed, too chaotic," Lin Feng retracted his hand, his tone as calm as if he were giving a critique.

"Now, let me show you what true wind is."

Before his voice even faded, Lin Feng's figure suddenly blurred!

There was no thunderous explosion, nor dazzling lightning.

He seemed to have transformed into the wind itself, silent and invisible, yet so fast it surpassed visual perception!

The stage seemed to simultaneously display seven or eight afterimages of Lin Feng. Each afterimage carried a tangible aura, approaching Chen Feng from different directions and at various unbelievable angles in an instant!

Chen Feng's pupils constricted. He desperately activated his movement technique, his palms waving wildly, trying to pinpoint Lin Feng's true body.

However, all his senses and reactions seemed so sluggish and laughable in the face of that ghostly speed!

"Slap!"

A crisp slapping sound rang out!

Chen Feng felt a burning pain on his left cheek. He was sent spinning three or four times by an irresistible force, his head swimming, nearly falling to the ground!

His left cheek swelled rapidly with the naked eye, leaving a clear handprint.

"First strike," Lin Feng's icy voice sounded in his ear as if from the deepest abyss.

Chen Feng was both shocked and enraged. Before he could steady himself—

"Slap!"

The same searing pain struck his right cheek!

He was again sent spinning in the opposite direction, his other cheek also swelling rapidly, turning him into a symmetrically swollen pig's head!

"Second strike."

"Aaaah! I'll fight you to the death!"

Chen Feng completely lost his mind, consumed by shame and rage. He desperately channeled all the True Qi in his body, his palms turning crimson. Like a madman, he unleashed a barrage of strikes in the direction he perceived Lin Feng to be!

He even abandoned all defense, only seeking to drag Lin Feng down with him!

However, his frenzied attacks all landed on empty air.

Lin Feng's figure appeared beside him as if he had teleported, and a gentle tap from his foot landed on the back of Chen Feng's knee.

Crack! A faint sound of bone breaking.

"Urgh!" Chen Feng screamed, his single knee buckling uncontrollably. The piercing pain instantly drenched him in cold sweat.

"Third strike," Lin Feng's voice remained utterly calm.

He looked down from above at Chen Feng, who knelt before him with a swollen red face, blood seeping from his lips, his eyes filled with pain, humiliation, and despair. Lin Feng regarded him like a lowly ant.

"Now, do you submit?"

Chen Feng looked up, meeting Lin Feng's deep, star-like eyes that held no emotion. All his pride, all his resentment, all his unwillingness, were utterly shattered at that moment!

In their place, a bone-deep fear and despair took root!

He finally understood that the gap between him and Lin Feng was not something that could be bridged by desperation or a stroke of luck.

It was a chasm he could never cross in his lifetime!

"I… I surrender…" Chen Feng, as if all his bones had been removed, slumped to the ground. His voice was hoarse and weak, filled with utter defeat.

The entire venue fell into an eerie silence once more.

If Lin Feng's previous instant kill of Wang Pan showcased his exquisite and precise control over his power, then this match saw him utterly destroy Chen Feng's martial heart in the most humiliating and crushing way possible!

He hadn't used any powerful martial skills, relying solely on his ghostly speed and absolute power to suppress his opponent, forcing a genius of the same cultivation level to kneel and surrender!

This shock was far more intense than any fierce exchange of blows!

"Stage One, Lin Feng wins!" the referee's voice held a hint of complexity.

Lin Feng didn't even glance at Chen Feng, who lay like a puddle of mud on the ground. He turned and calmly walked off the stage.

As he passed, other examinees who had yet to compete subconsciously averted their gazes, not daring to meet his eyes.

Even some of the conceited geniuses, like the "Mad Fire" from Lieyang Martial High and the top student from Shadowy Specter Academy, wore extremely solemn expressions.

Zhao Feng's grip on his sword tightened slightly.

The starlight in Qin Wushuang's eyes quickened its pace by a fraction.

Everyone understood that this young man from Jiangnan City had become one of the strongest contenders for the championship of this year's Provincial Finals!

Lin Feng returned to the resting area and continued to meditate with his eyes closed, as if he had merely swatted away an annoying fly moments ago.

His gaze remained fixed far ahead.