Physical Showdown

"What? You were defeated with just one strike?"

"Both are at the Hua Jin Perfection, and both use perfected palm techniques, so how could the difference be so great?"

"Is this a fixed match? It can't be this fast!"

"Impossible. Didn't you see the referee's reaction? His face turned pale; he clearly hadn't expected Lu Feng to be this strong. If it were a real match-fixing incident, would the referee have that expression?"

"Lu Feng is truly a dark horse! It's a pity that when I wanted to bet on him, Fatty Jin had already closed the betting!"

"Hahaha! I've placed my bet! I've bet two Origin Crystal! It's not much, but it's still money!"

"What did you bet on? Third place or first place?"

"Third! I know my limitations! Winning the championship is too risky, but third place might be a real shot in the arm!"

The murmurs from the audience continued, but Lu Feng ignored them and went back to his seat.

Su Ying turned her head, a slight smile playing on her lips, "You knocked someone down with just one palm strike, aren't you afraid of scaring everyone else?"

"I didn't expect him to be so weak."

Lu Feng's tone carried a hint of helplessness.

He truly hadn't expected it. The opponent's attack was quite forceful, but when that palm struck him, he felt light and airy, as if he hadn't eaten.

He didn't even use half his strength before Yu Wei was sent flying.

Su Ying gave a soft snort and said nothing more.

If Yu Wei heard this, he would probably vomit blood again.

"My turn."

She stood up and walked towards the Grandmaster's Arena.

Lu Feng's gaze followed her as she turned to the larger arena.

At this moment, standing on the arena was a young man dressed in a gray robe, none other than Zhao Changgeng.

His opponent was already lying unconscious on the ground; the fight was over in one move.

The pace of the Grandmaster Arena is very fast.

When Su Ying went on stage, her opponent was someone from headquarters, Late Grandmaster stage.

As soon as the referee announced the start, Su Ying raised her hand and unleashed a Lightning Control Technique, sending purple lightning bolts roaring out like dragons and snakes.

The opponent had no chance to dodge and was knocked to the ground after a few moves.

"Su Ying of the North City Demon-Slaying Bureau Division!"

When Su Ying returned to Lu Feng's side, her breathing was barely ragged.

"Senior sister is amazing," Lu Feng complimented her politely.

"Watch the match carefully." Su Ying gestured towards the Hua Jin arena with her lips.

Lu Feng refocused his attention on the Hua Jin arena.

In the following battles, he finally witnessed just how powerful those repeatedly mentioned names truly were.

Lu Shuang, the cold-faced girl carrying a long sword, didn't draw her sword at all after the competition started.

She simply used her finger as a sword, and with a casual flick of her wrist, a sword beam tore through her opponent's defenses completely in no more than three breaths.

Jiang Han's movement technique was indeed as Su Ying had said; his opponent hadn't even touched the hem of his clothes from beginning to end.

Each palm strike landed precisely on the opponent's weakness, leaving the opponent with no chance to retaliate.

Lin Jingfeng was even more direct.

He barely used any special moves; he just walked up to his opponent's attacks and threw punch after punch.

His opponent's knife slashed at him, leaving not even a white mark, and in just a few blows, he was thrown off the stage.

The other contestants were not weak either, but they were far inferior to these three.

The first round has ended, and the top eight have been determined.

Apart from Lu Feng and his group of four, the other four were all from the Headquarters Demon-Slaying Bureau.

In the second round, Lu Feng drew number seven. Su Ying drew number four.

The semi-finals, featuring Grandmaster, have begun.

Su Ying faced off against Shen Qingwu of the East City Demon-Slaying Bureau.

The two names are ranked right next to each other on the betting list, with almost identical odds.

Before the fight started, almost everyone said it would be a fierce and evenly matched battle.

And that is indeed the case.

Su Ying's Lightning Control Technique was incredibly powerful, with streaks of purple lightning blasting the arena into flying debris; Shen Qingwu, had cultivated an extremely rare wind-attribute True Essence, making her movements elusive and her attacks as sharp as knives.

The two figures fought fiercely on the Grandmaster Arena for a long time, with thunder and gale intertwining, and the booming sounds never ceasing.

When Lu Feng stepped onto the stage, the competition over there had not yet concluded.

He glanced towards the Grandmaster's arena, where Su Ying and Shen Qingwu were still locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at his opponent opposite him.

His opponent was none other than Lin Jingfeng, the body cultivator from the East City Demon-Slaying Bureau who had declared he would take good care of him.

A collective sigh rippled through the audience.

"Oh no, oh no, Lu Feng's luck is incredible. Of all people, he had to draw Lin Jingfeng."

"Lin Jingfeng's physical body is invincible at the Hua Jin Realm. What use is Lu Feng if he can't break through his defenses, no matter how powerful he is?"

"I even bet three Origin Crystal on Lu Feng to get him into the top three... Now it's all gone."

"Just admit defeat, at least don't get beaten too badly."

No one had a good chance of winning over Lu Feng.

Lin Jingfeng's physical strength is renowned as unmatched among those of the same level, and there are even rumors of him surviving a single blow from a fourth-level demonic beast.

When faced with pure physical overwhelming force, ordinary martial artists with the Hua Jin Realm have almost no way to break through and can only rely on their movement techniques to find weaknesses.

"If I were you, it's not too late to admit defeat now."

Lin Jingfeng stood on the other side of the arena, his tone calm, with an air of self-assured superiority.

"If a fight breaks out later, you'll have to kneel down and beg to admit defeat."

Lu Feng glanced at him and suddenly felt like laughing.

This kind of self-assurance, as if the whole world believed he was going to win, made Lu Feng tilt his head and look at Lin Jingfeng:

Do you usually talk this much nonsense before you get into a fight?

Lin Jingfeng said no more, his hands clenched into fists, making a cracking sound.

"The competition begins!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, Lin Jingfeng moved.

He pushed off with his feet and rammed into Lu Feng.

There are no fancy moves; it's purely an extreme burst of physical strength.

Lu Feng did not dodge.

A gasp erupted from the stands.

"He's insane! He's not hiding!"

"What does this mean? A direct confrontation with Lin Jingfeng? Does he think he's a body cultivator too?"

"It's over. Lu Feng is going to break at least a few bones this time..."

Before the words were even finished, the two had already collided.

"Boom!"

A deep, resounding boom exploded on the arena.

It was a pure clash of forces, without any dazzling display of Nei Jin; only the shockwaves from the impact swept outwards in all directions.

Spectators near the stands even felt the ground beneath their feet tremble.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Lu Feng stood in his original position, without moving an inch back.

Lin Jingfeng was thrown back several meters by the recoil before coming to a stop.

The entire room fell silent for a moment, then suddenly erupted in chaos.

"How is this possible?!"

"Lin Jingfeng was blasted away? Lin Jingfeng was knocked away head-on?"

"Lu Feng's physical body is stronger than Lin Jingfeng's?"

"My God... did I bet on the wrong person? I bet on Lin Jingfeng!"

Lin Jingfeng's face was full of disbelief. He looked down at his hands, then looked up at Lu Feng.

How could your physical body be so strong?

There's a lot you don't know.

Lin Jingfeng's face flushed bright red.