At that moment, Zhao Wuji looked at Chen Feng. He had no idea Chen Feng was Sword Douluo Chen Xin's grandson. Otherwise, even if he had a hundred times more courage, he would not have dared to fight Chen Feng.
Chen Feng had just upgraded his Martial Soul, and he wanted to test the strength of the Purple Nether Divine Sword.
Although Zhao Wuji was a Soul Saint, even Tang San's hidden weapons had been able to injure him. Could his Purple Nether Sword Martial Soul really be inferior to Tang San's hidden weapons?
Even if he was no match for Zhao Wuji and his life was in danger, all he had to do was reveal his identity. He refused to believe Zhao Wuji would dare harm him.
So, Zhao Wuji was the perfect opponent to practice against!
Zhao Wuji looked coldly at Chen Feng and said, "Kid, let me get a good look at your strength!"
As he spoke, Zhao Wuji threw a punch at Chen Feng.
Earth-yellow Soul Power surged and gathered, roaring like the collapse of Mount Tai. The entire space seemed to tremble, while bursts of sonic booms rang through the air.
Chen Feng took a deep breath. The next moment, he bent his legs and lightly leaped.
In an instant, Chen Feng dodged Zhao Wuji's attack.
"Hmph! Kid, you're quite good at dodging!"
Zhao Wuji snorted coldly and stomped his left foot on the ground. A dense yellow radiance erupted from his body, while a layer of yellow light swiftly enveloped him.
"Kid, stop running!"
With Zhao Wuji's furious roar, two enormous fists crashed down at Chen Feng with piercing whistling sounds.
Chen Feng's figure shifted rapidly, and he instantly evaded Zhao Wuji's attack.
Chen Feng was incredibly fast. Though he lacked Zhao Wuji's explosive ferocity, every step he took seemed incomparably exquisite.
He kept circling around, always maintaining a safe distance and refusing to engage Zhao Wuji in close combat. It was an extremely clever strategy.
As he moved, he seemed like an elusive phantom, impossible to pin down.
Every punch Zhao Wuji threw struck nothing but empty air. His anger grew fiercer and fiercer.
Chen Feng's footwork was profoundly mysterious, and his speed was also extremely fast.
Yet Chen Feng could always predict his attacks in advance. His fists could not touch Chen Feng in the slightest.
Chen Feng knew very well that Zhao Wuji's Martial Soul was extremely cumbersome. As long as he maintained a safe distance, Zhao Wuji would not be able to hurt him.
"Gravity Enhancement!"
Zhao Wuji suddenly shouted, and the third thousand-year soul ring lit up.
The air around them instantly became incomparably heavy and stagnant!
That kid was far too fast. Zhao Wuji could not even see him clearly. If he did not slow him down, he would not even have a chance to find and attack him.
The moment this soul skill was unleashed, Chen Feng's figure indeed slowed by several degrees!
"Targeting Lock!"
That kid's speed was too absurd. Opportunities vanished in an instant. If Chen Feng kept suppressing him like this, he truly would not have any chance to react!
The tracking lock attached to his fourth soul skill instantly fixed onto Chen Feng's figure!
"Gravity Squeeze!"
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Zhao Wuji quickly roared!
In an instant, the air within a hundred meters seemed to be crushed inward by a terrifying force centered on Zhao Wuji!
Chen Feng was instantly compressed toward him as well!
Once he had been tracked, Zhao Wuji could follow him, greatly diminishing his advantage in speed!
And this Gravity Squeeze left him with no chance at all to escape!
Chen Feng was slightly surprised.
At that moment, Kamisato, standing nearby, immediately made her move. The Kamisato Art Tachi in her hand emitted a terrifying radiance.
"Kamisato Art: Frost Annihilation!"
In an instant, a terrifying Storm swept toward Zhao Wuji. Frightening frost condensed at once, temporarily freezing Zhao Wuji and restraining him in place.
Immediately afterward, Chen Feng's first soul ring lit up.
"First Soul Skill, Falling Clear Autumn!"
Chen Feng's first soul skill fused movement and attack. Once activated, it immediately placed him in an untargetable state, allowing him to dispel control effects at once while making his movements even more elusive.
In an instant, Chen Feng broke free of Zhao Wuji's control.
Zhao Wuji immediately sneered, "Mere ice thinks it can trap me?"
Bang—
With a deafening explosion, Zhao Wuji shattered the ice and charged toward Chen Feng.
Chen Feng was still in the Falling Clear Autumn state. He instantly transformed into a series of afterimages, the longsword in his hand swinging without pause.
"You're just a Soul Grandmaster. Do you think your sword can hurt me?"
Zhao Wuji sneered as he stood in place. At that moment, Chen Feng's sword struck his body again and again.
He suddenly discovered in shock that Chen Feng's sword seemed to possess some mysterious power, easily cutting through his skin.
Blood streamed down his skin. Not only that, but the purple flames on Chen Feng's longsword continued burning his flesh.
His body was not merely in pain; it was also unbearably itchy. It was an agony beyond measure.
"How is this possible? How did you break through my defense, brat? Why does your attack even have a burning effect?"
This was the new effect of Chen Feng's Purple Nether Martial Soul: true damage and burning.
The flames attached to his longsword carried a true damage effect. As long as they cut through an enemy's skin, the purple flames would cling to the enemy's body and continuously burn them.
Not only that, the purple flames also carried paralysis and poison.
That was why Zhao Wuji's body itched so badly.
"Get the hell away from me!"
Zhao Wuji struggled madly, unleashing one terrifying soul skill after another, but they were completely useless. While Chen Feng was in the Falling Clear Autumn state, he had no way to lock onto him.
In the end, Zhao Wuji could only watch helplessly as the wounds on his body increased, blood dripping continuously until it stained the entire ground red.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were filled with shock.
Whether it was Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong, or Zhu Zhuqing.
They were utterly shaken.
Zhao Wuji was a Soul Saint, a powerhouse with terrifying strength.
Yet now, Chen Feng's sword had left so many wounds on him, and Zhao Wuji even looked as though he were in unbearable pain?
How was that possible?
Ning Rongrong immediately stepped back and murmured, "Chen Feng, is this the real you? Have you been hiding your strength all along?"
Dai Mubai was utterly stunned. He knew very well that if Chen Feng had used his full strength that day, the one who would have died would definitely have been him.
After saying that, Zhao Wuji suddenly gritted his teeth and formed seals with his hands.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"
Heavy metal armor abruptly appeared across Zhao Wuji's entire body, while specks of golden light glimmered over his skin.
"Rumble..."
Terrifying power erupted from Zhao Wuji's body without pause, causing the plants surrounding him to shatter inch by inch and vanish into the air.
Zhao Wuji's body instantly expanded, turning into a massive bear over ten meters tall.
His entire body was covered in pale-yellow Soul Power armor, radiating razor-sharp brilliance as though he were a humanoid Vajra!
Zhao Wuji's eyes turned crimson, killing intent shooting into the sky as he stared fixedly at Chen Feng. An incomparably powerful pressure erupted from his body!
Chen Feng narrowed his eyes. He knew he had encountered a troublesome enemy!
"Brat, today, I will teach you a proper lesson!"
Zhao Wuji roared, and his body flickered. In an instant, he arrived before Chen Feng.
He threw a punch, and a golden fist shadow shot toward Chen Feng with a shrieking howl.
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