Chen Feng's Self-Inflicted Misery! Lu Ming Stuns the Crowd!

"Chen Feng, Silence, Wu Yong—they actually stopped Lu Ming!"

"It's already the twenty-fifth stake now. Chen Ping, Ma Sandao, and the other talents from other counties are very close to the Iron-Scaled Python Demon. What are Chen Feng and the others doing?"

"To deal with Lu Ming, they're actually willing to risk losing the Red Token? They're that afraid?"

The sudden scene unfolding in the Iron Stake Area left all the spectators in the Grand Martial Arts Arena stunned with astonishment.

On the high platform, Xu Shou's expression shifted slightly as he said, "Senior brother, I had no idea Wu Yong would be so bold as to cooperate with this county's genius to block Lu Ming."

At this moment, staring at Wu Yong, he felt speechless inside. Lu Ming was already struggling to outpace the others—why would Wu Yong take it upon himself to add this unnecessary move?

The Chen family head, Chen Boxiong, and the Shen family head, Shen Wanlin, were respectively watching Chen Feng and Silence, both frowning.

They knew nothing of this matter.

"Director Wei..." Chen Boxiong began, about to say something.

Wei Jinlin's expression remained unchanged as he said, "The martial path is inherently about contention—otherwise, why call it a Red Token scramble? Interception is a natural part of it. Let's just watch and see how it plays out."

At these words, the group exchanged glances, silently admiring Wei Jinlin's foresight. In comparison, they were the ones being petty.

Meanwhile, in the Iron Stake Area.

Lu Ming faced the three blocking him, swept his gaze over them, then suddenly fixed his eyes on Wu Yong. He pushed off with his feet, executing Smooth Ascent to the Clouds, and attacked Wu Yong.

A Flesh Refining martial artist had a base strength of two thousand jin.

The momentum from Godly Movement on Lu Ming's body at this moment was roughly two thousand jin. Adding his own two thousand jin of strength, his aura surged dramatically, as if he had broken through on the spot!

He thrust out a Cloud-Piercing Finger—swift as lightning, its speed and power so fierce that even Silence, with his blazing blood energy, changed color and showed hesitation.

As for the rough-featured Wu Yong, his face shifted in alarm: "He's still hiding his strength! Damn it, there are three of us—why is he coming at me?"

Seeing Lu Ming's Cloud-Piercing Finger bearing down, Wu Yong roared and slapped out with his palm, blood energy boiling, muscles bulging—a strike that could shatter stone!

But Lu Ming took a step, suddenly sidestepping, dodging the palm cleanly. The Cloud-Piercing Finger traced an afterimage through the air and struck Wu Yong's shoulder.

"Pfft!" Wu Yong grunted, feeling a sharp pain in his shoulder.

Then his face twisted as his blood energy destabilized. Unable to withstand the pressure from the Iron-Scaled Python Demon behind him, his stomach churned, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hit the helper first." Lu Ming shot him a cold glance and kicked out.

Wu Yong couldn't dodge in time. The kick caught him in the abdomen, sending him stumbling uncontrollably backward until he reached the twenty-third stake.

He felt his blood energy falter, unable to resist the pressure, and saw that Chen Ping, Ma Sandao, and the others had already pulled ahead. He realized he had no chance of achieving anything now.

A wave of deep regret washed over him. He shouldn't have listened to Chen Feng's recruitment, trading a chance at demon meat for a pittance.

"I just need to hold you back and keep you from getting the Red Token!"

Ahead, Silence seized the moment while Lu Ming was dealing with Wu Yong. A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes as he executed the Shen Family 36-Style Grappling Hands, lunging forward to entangle Lu Ming.

"A jumping clown!"

Lu Ming's cold gaze swept over the attacking Silence. From the corner of his eye, he saw Chen Ping and the others overtaking him during the scuffle.

He snorted, then suddenly leaped. His movement was so swift that he ignored Silence entirely, landing on the twenty-sixth stake and stomping hard on it.

Dong!!

The iron stake rang out, and using the rebound force, he vaulted forward again, reaching the twenty-seventh stake in an instant. He clapped his hands lightly.

Bang! The twenty-seventh stake shuddered with the impact.

Before the sound faded, he was already at the twenty-eighth stake.

Chen Feng, Feng Qingzhu, Liu Yiyi, Chen Ping, and the others nearby all narrowed their eyes at the sight.

Chen Feng's pupils contracted sharply. What kind of strength was this? Lu Ming could leap and maneuver through the Iron Stake Area as if walking on flat ground!

Was he unaffected by the Iron-Scaled Python Demon's pressure?

What they didn't know was that Lu Ming had the momentum from Godly Movement boosting his strength and aura, combined with his divine ability in hand. Facing the demon's pressure, he felt no fear inside, and he had sparred daily with Feng Qingzhu to hone his skills...

With these three factors stacked, facing this Iron-Scaled Python Demon corpse, he could indeed almost ignore its pressure entirely!

He had merely been biding his time, hiding his strength. Now that he revealed it, he instantly stunned the entire audience.

Chen Feng could no longer hold back. A murderous glint flashed in his eyes as he twisted his waist and spun around, his curved saber slashing horizontally at Lu Ming's waist.

The Chen Family Returning Wind Sweeping Willow Saber, in his hands, came like a gentle breeze brushing the face—the chill felt only as the blade arrived, its edge gleaming cold, killing intent spreading in all directions!

"Hmph!"

Lu Ming was about to counter when he suddenly heard a cold snort from the stake to Chen Feng's left. Feng Qingzhu thrust a streak of green light diagonally, striking the saber.

Clang!

One of Chen Feng's saber moves was blocked, and Lu Ming was already upon him!

As Lu Ming's sharp gaze swept over him, Chen Feng's face twisted in shock. He stared incredulously at Feng Qingzhu, fury and disbelief surging in his heart.

He had considered whether Feng Qingzhu might help Lu Ming, but then thought that the Green Bamboo Gang was a neutral force. If Feng Qingzhu cared about the gang's interests, she would never lend a hand.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, Feng Qingzhu snapped a green bamboo branch, interrupting his killing blow.

Yet after that single strike, Feng Qingzhu immediately withdrew her hand and continued forward to fight for the Red Token.

At that moment, a sudden gust of wind assaulted him from ahead. From the corner of his eye, he caught Lu Ming using the Nine Palaces Palm to strike at him.

He was so furious he laughed instead: "You won't even use the Cloud-Piercing Finger, and you dare look down on me?"

His blade momentum had just been blocked; in this split second, there was no time to use the saber again. Chen Feng simply abandoned the blade, turned his hand into a palm, and struck out as well!

He was at the peak of Flesh Refining, on the verge of breaking through to Tendon Refining, while Lu Ming was merely at Flesh Refining. In a palm clash, he refused to believe he would lose.

But the moment their palms connected, his expression drastically changed. Struck by Lu Ming's palm, his body involuntarily staggered backward.

Had he been destabilized by Feng Qingzhu's earlier blow?!

Chen Feng's heart churned with shock and uncertainty. Before he could stop, a chill suddenly crept up from behind him.

"Who now?!" Chen Feng's eyes finally showed a trace of panic as he spun around abruptly.

He saw a handsome young man with a wild expression closing in, exuding a powerful aura, and throwing a punch!

"Yun Potian! How dare you?!"

The newcomer was none other than Yun Potian, the genius of Cloud Peak County. Chen Feng had never offended him. Forced to receive the blow, he felt a sharp pain in his palm and stumbled back over a dozen steps.

Seeing that Lu Ming and the others had already turned back to fight for the Red Token, while he had retreated to the twenty-sixth stake, falling behind by several stakes, and with his condition poor, he had no time left to snatch it.

Rage boiled in his heart. The Red Token, which had been all but certain, had slipped through his fingers?

He roared in fury: "Yun Potian, when did I ever offend you!"

"If you can do it, why can't others? Hmph!" Yun Potian laughed heartily, shot him a contemptuous glance, and turned to fight for the Red Token.

Chen Feng froze. Yun Potian hadn't intended to intercept anyone at first. It was Chen Feng who had started by blocking Lu Ming, which prompted Yun Potian to act on a whim?

It was his own doing, reaping what he sowed!

Lu Ming, Feng Qingzhu, Liu Yiyi, Chen Ping, Yun Potian, and the others had already reached the corpse of the Iron-Scaled Python Demon, which stood three or four zhang tall.

Chen Feng stared fixedly at Lu Ming, hoping the others would drive Lu Ming back in their scramble for the Red Token.

But the next moment, his eyes widened in disbelief at the scene before him.