Immovable Wisdom King Shield (Revised)

Wang Ming shot backward like a cannonball, sent flying by Jiang Feng's vicious punch.

Dust billowed around him. Wang Ming coughed involuntarily, his arms numb and powerless. More than half his spiritual power had already been consumed.

He struggled to his feet and stared at Jiang Feng in horror.

Although he had already made some guesses about Jiang Feng's external spiritual power, taking that punch made Wang Ming realize how wildly wrong he had been. He had underestimated Jiang Feng far too much.

Wang Ming had originally estimated that Jiang Feng had at least one thousand external spiritual power. Though that was already absurd, he could just about accept it, since his own external spiritual power also far exceeded that of other professionals at his rank.

Yet now, a guess that seemed utterly outrageous even to him arose in Wang Ming's mind.

Could Jiang Feng's external spiritual power be over two thousand? Otherwise, how could he send me flying so far with a single punch using nothing but physical strength?

Wang Ming knew perfectly well that Jiang Feng's punch had produced no fluctuations of internal spiritual power. It had been delivered entirely through physical strength.

How terrifying!

What did having over two thousand external spiritual power mean?

Wang Ming knew exactly what it meant. With external spiritual power above two thousand, Jiang Feng would be practically immune to attacks below the fifth order. They simply would not be able to hurt him.

But how was that possible?

Wang Ming shook his head hard, pulled himself together, and continued fighting.

To him, the outcome of this match no longer mattered. He only wanted to discover through combat just how high Jiang Feng's external spiritual power had reached.

Against Jiang Feng, he had been forced to take blows without fighting back.

But it was not that he only knew how to defend. His offensive skills consumed an enormous amount of spiritual power and were so lethal that he dared not use them in the tournament.

In his eyes, none of the other contestants could withstand his attack. They might very well die from that single blow.

In other words, it was a killing move.

Now, however, after assessing the strength of Jiang Feng's external spiritual power, Wang Ming believed that perhaps this attack could be used on Jiang Feng as well as members of the Demon Race.

He knew his skill's power perfectly well. Although two thousand points of external spiritual power would not be enough to block the attack, it would certainly keep Jiang Feng from suffering any crippling injury.

Still, to be safe, he decided to confirm just how high Jiang Feng's external spiritual power was.

He raised his shield and met another of Jiang Feng's plain, unadorned punches.

With a bang, Wang Ming felt as though both his arms were about to snap from the impact.

Damn it, this guy definitely has more than two thousand external spiritual power. Maybe much more.

The powerful recoil brought a trickle of blood to the corner of Wang Ming's mouth. Yet now, he looked at Jiang Feng with a hint of excitement.

Ever since entering the Demon Hunt Squad Selection Tournament, he had done nothing but defend, making his battles dull and monotonous. He had never dared to use his offensive skills, afraid he might kill or cripple his opponent with one strike and face punishment from the Temple Alliance.

Although he was a shield warrior, he believed that attacking was where a man's passion lay.

And now, at last, he no longer had to hold himself back. He could try firing a shot.

Naturally, Jiang Feng had no idea that so many thoughts had passed through Wang Ming's mind in these few short minutes.

He pressed his advantage, gripping his sword with both hands and unleashing a Light Slash Sword, sending Wang Ming flying once more.

Wang Ming refused to yield. With the shield in his hands, almost none of Jiang Feng's attacks could strike his body directly.

Thus, as long as his spiritual power and stamina had not been exhausted, opponents of the same rank would find it almost impossible to hurt him.

Even so, Jiang Feng's overwhelming physical strength was making him suffer.

Jiang Feng charged again. This time, he used no skills. Repeatedly unleashing them had consumed a considerable amount of his internal spiritual power without achieving much, so he decided to fight at close quarters.

Within a few breaths, Jiang Feng reached Wang Ming again. His fists rained down on Wang Ming's shield, the repeated bang, bang, bang ringing out like a blacksmith hammering iron.

Suddenly, a heart-stopping surge of spiritual power erupted.

The giant shield in Wang Ming's hands burst with dazzling light, and an aura of destruction abruptly filled Jiang Feng with dread.

It all happened in an instant. Jiang Feng could only curse inwardly. This bastard really knows how to hide his cards.

Although Jiang Feng reacted immediately, he did not dodge. He could only bring the heavy sword in his hand and his newly raised right fist in front of his chest.

The next moment, a terrifying surge of spiritual power exploded.

A brilliant pillar of light condensed on the giant shield and blasted outward.

Boom!

It was as though Jiang Feng had been struck by a Magic Cannon. Even his heavy sword and armor could not withstand such power. The sword snapped, and the armor shattered.

All the remaining energy slammed into Jiang Feng, completely engulfing his body.

The sight sent an uproar through the crowd. Even Han Ci on the Chairman's Platform was alarmed, for the power of that attack could threaten even a seventh-order professional.

The referee at the edge of the arena was even more frightened. Cold sweat broke out over him as panic gripped his heart, and he feared that Jiang Feng might have been killed outright.

The attack had come so suddenly that no one had managed to react.

He rushed toward the center of the arena as fast as he could, ready to provide immediate aid.

Han Ci rose to his feet, his expression utterly grave. Since the incident a few days earlier, the senior members of both the Knight Temple and the Assassin Temple had learned Jiang Feng's identity.

If Jiang Feng died in the tournament, it would be an enormous loss for the Knight Temple. Han Ci did not even dare imagine how furious Yang Haoyu would be.

The terrifying attack had erupted abruptly and faded just as quickly. Once the pillar of spiritual light dissipated, the pale yellow glow on Wang Ming's giant shield dimmed completely.

Wang Ming himself was utterly drained. The giant shield fell to one side, and he collapsed to the ground, too weak to stand.

When the dust settled, a trench over three meters wide and two meters deep appeared in the center of the arena. Jiang Feng lay motionless inside it.

His chest was blackened, and his ruined clothing left almost his entire upper body exposed. Fortunately, his lower half was still covered.

In the stands, a Golden-Haired Beauty suddenly appeared and sat quietly in a corner, watching the situation in the arena.

The referee approached and was about to cast a Healing Spell when he suddenly saw Jiang Feng move.

"Cough, cough..." Jiang Feng struggled upright. As he moved, his bones crackled throughout his body. Even the flesh damaged by that terrifying attack was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The powerful self-healing ability of his undying body was taking effect.

Jiang Feng hurriedly took a garment from his Storage Ring and put it on, then leaped out of the trench.

With a retch, Jiang Feng spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood and finally felt a little better.

He looked at Wang Ming a short distance away and slowly approached.

Wang Ming saw Jiang Feng as well, and horror surged through him. He had never imagined that Jiang Feng could still get up after taking that attack.

As Jiang Feng drew closer, Wang Ming's pupils contracted in astonishment. Apart from looking somewhat disheveled, Jiang Feng had suffered no serious injuries.

He had expected an ordinary professional of the same rank to be killed or crippled by such an attack. Although Jiang Feng was no ordinary person, and Wang Ming had been confident he could survive it, he should still have paid a price-such as losing the ability to continue fighting in this match.

Yet it seemed that the damage Wang Ming had suffered from overdrawing his spiritual power was worse than Jiang Feng's injuries.

What the hell?

Wang Ming felt utterly aggrieved.

"Still want to fight?" Jiang Feng asked calmly. Although Wang Ming's attack had been powerful, it was nowhere near comparable to Saint Moon's palm strike. By the time Jiang Feng reached Wang Ming, his injuries had already healed almost completely.

Such was the terrifying power of the undying body!

"I surrender." Wang Ming immediately came to his senses and hurried to answer.

The referee remained stunned for a moment before announcing the result.

"The winner of the second match is Jiang Feng."

On the Chairman's Platform, Han Ci murmured to himself, "This young fellow is extraordinary. He actually withstood that attack."

The contestants in the seating area were all shocked, almost dazed.

First, they had never expected Wang Ming to unleash such a powerful attack. Second, they had never expected Jiang Feng to withstand it.

Both of them were outrageously strong!

Jiang Feng's mouth twitched. It still hurt terribly, as though someone had smashed a stone slab on his chest, leaving him tight-chested and short of breath.

Ding! Battle concluded. The host has defeated a fifth-order warrior. Calculating rewards.

Congratulations! The host has received 500 System Coins. Current balance: 3,000.

With another 500 System Coins in his account, Jiang Feng's gloomy mood eased a little.

He bent down and held out a hand to Wang Ming.

Wang Ming looked up at Jiang Feng and smiled faintly, taking his hand and using it to pull himself upright.

Jiang Feng supported Wang Ming with one hand and reached for the giant shield on the ground with the other.

Wang Ming was about to warn Jiang Feng that the shield was heavy, only to see him lift it effortlessly.

"Brother Wang, what's the story behind this shield? It packs quite a punch." Jiang Feng asked as he helped Wang Ming slowly off the arena floor.

"It's a family heirloom," Wang Ming said with a proud smile. "The Immovable Wisdom King Shield. It dates back to the Glorious Era, more than eight thousand years ago."

"Immovable Wisdom King! A fine name. But isn't something missing?" Jiang Feng asked, looking at the recess in the shield.

"That's right. Something is missing. An ancestor of mine once used this shield to battle the Fourth Demon God Pillar of the Demon Race. The magic crystal embedded in the shield was destroyed during that battle, so what you see now is only at the glorious level," Wang Ming explained.

"Even at the glorious level, it's incredibly powerful. I've fought so many matches, but this is the first time I've taken such a beating."

Jiang Feng helped Wang Ming back to his seat in the contestants' area, cast an envious glance at the Immovable Wisdom King Shield, and returned it to him.

"The shield is powerful, but I'm still weak. That Mingwang Cannon just now is one of the shield's built-in skills, and it nearly drained me dry. Hopefully, by the next time we fight, I'll have fully mastered this shield." Wang Ming laid the Immovable Wisdom King Shield across his knees and stroked it fondly.

"Haha, I hope we end up in the same Demon Hunt Squad. We'd make an unbeatable combination," Jiang Feng said with a laugh.

As a retribution knight, Jiang Feng could learn some guardian knight skills, but attacking was ultimately his entire focus. Spending his energy on defense would severely limit his offensive power.

"If we really do end up in the same Demon Hunt Squad, I promise you this: as long as I'm alive, our defenses won't fall," Wang Ming said with a hearty laugh.

Now, Jiang Feng had finally found a teammate he wanted. Ever since entering the Demon Hunt Squad Selection Tournament, he had been imagining what his future teammates might be like.

Wang Ming's appearance undoubtedly matched his original vision best. His defense was stronger than that of guardian knights at the same rank, and he could also unleash attacks far beyond his own cultivation level.

That was exactly the kind of warrior Jiang Feng needed most.

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Some people have been commenting on the scene in chapter twenty-six where Jiang Feng gets injured. I designed that scene because the Assassin Temple has something the protagonist needs, and that is what the compensation will be. Otherwise, why would they give it to him for no reason?

Don't worry, this matter will be resolved later. I believe you wouldn't want everything to go smoothly for the protagonist all the time, either. That would be far too dull.