Movement Technique Showdown

Without further ado, he suddenly channeled all his inner Nei Jin, and a faint blood-red light film rose from the surface of his skin, making his entire body appear as if covered by a layer of scale-like red mist.

"Python Armor Art! It's the perfected Python Armor Art!" someone in the audience recognized it.

"Lin Jingfeng is going all out! I heard he survived a single attack from a fourth-tier demonic beast using this technique. Now that he's unleashing it, he truly sees Lu Feng as a mortal enemy."

"But that's normal. In that clash just now, he would have lost face if he hadn't used his trump card."

A crimson light enveloped Lin Jingfeng's entire body.

His aura suddenly surged, and his whole body seemed to be covered with the scales of a demonic beast. One glance was enough to feel the explosive power contained within his body.

Lu Feng did not dodge, and also activated his Nei Jin.

As the Immeasurable Golden Body Art was unleashed, a layer of pale golden light emerged from the body's surface.

The audience below the stage had fallen completely silent.

They weren't unfamiliar with body cultivators fighting each other.

But this is the first time I've ever seen two martial artists at the Hua Jin level facing off head-on with their physical skills.

"Lin Jingfeng's Python Armor Art is complete. What kind of technique does Lu Feng have? That layer of gold on his body looks no weaker than the Python Armor Art."

"Regardless of the martial arts technique, anyone who can knock Lin Jingfeng away in a head-on clash must have a strong physical body. It seems this match isn't what we initially thought."

Upon seeing the faint golden light surrounding Lu Feng Lin Jingfeng's furious expression instantly froze.

Some people in the audience had already recognized him.

"The golden light surrounding Lu Feng is from a Buddhist cultivation technique!"

"The Immeasurable Golden Body Art! I've seen a rubbing of it in the martial arts shops in the market; it's extremely expensive, and very few people actually master it!"

"No way? How old is Lu Feng? He's already practicing swordsmanship, palm techniques, and now he's even mastered Buddhist martial arts?"

"Judging by the density of that golden light, it's at least perfect. Two monsters with perfect physical bodies colliding—this is going to be a spectacle."

Lin Jingfeng naturally recognized this martial art.

His lips twitched slightly, but there was no longer any trace of disdain on his face.

The collision just now had already shown him that the physical strength of the person in front of him was by no means inferior to his own.

Without further hesitation, Lin Jingfeng stomped his feet heavily and charged towards Lu Feng once more.

This time he held nothing back, unleashing the full Python Armor Art, the blood-red light so intense it was almost dripping.

Lu Feng met the attack head-on, their fists, wreathed in golden light and enveloped in blood-red light, clashing in mid-air.

Every punch lands squarely.

The arena was splattered with stone chips as the two stepped on it.

Their fighting style is extremely brutal, with almost no fancy moves, it's purely a head-on collision of flesh and blood.

Each punch landed like two iron towers clashing against each other.

After dozens of moves, Lin Jingfeng's protective blood-red aura began to dim and thin.

Lu Feng seized the opportunity and punched him in the chest, simultaneously channeling his Cold Plum Jin.

Lin Jingfeng was blasted backward and crashed heavily onto the stage, rolling several times before kneeling on the ground.

He braced himself against the ground, his whole body trembling, and drops of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"How is this possible... How can your physical body be this strong?"

Lu Feng did not respond.

The match wasn't over yet. He took a step forward, his fist swirling again, aiming straight for Lin Jingfeng's face.

Lin Jingfeng knew he couldn't avoid this punch.

I surrender!

The moment the words left his mouth, a gray figure instantly blocked Lin Jingfeng's path; it was the referee.

Lu Feng's fist struck mid-air.

"Lu Feng, from the North City Demon-Slaying Bureau, wins!"

The crowd below the arena erupted in cheers.

"Lin Jingfeng actually admitted defeat! A body cultivator voluntarily surrendered! Did I hear that right?"

"He can barely stand, what can he do if he doesn't admit defeat? If he continues fighting, he won't survive."

"Lu Feng, this dark horse, is truly outrageously unlucky..."

When Lu Feng returned to his seat, Su Ying had already finished her competition.

She was leaning back in her chair, her breathing slightly disordered, but her eyes remained clear.

Lu Feng glanced at him and asked, "How are you? Are you injured?"

"Are you looking down on me?" Su Ying rolled her eyes at him.

"I haven't even used my full strength yet. But that Shen Qingwu is indeed troublesome; it took me some effort."

She gestured with her chin towards the arena. "The finals aren't until tomorrow. I don't have a match today. But you at the Hua Jin Realm still have one more match; the semifinals aren't over yet."

The words had barely left his lips when the referee's voice rang out. "The four finalists at the Hua Jin Realm, come forward to draw lots."

Lu Feng got up and walked towards the arena.

At this moment, only four people remained on the stage: Lu Shuang, Jiang Han, Lu Feng, and a disciple of the Headquarters Demon-Slaying Bureau Hua Jin Perfection of the Transformation Realm.

The draw results came out quickly.

Lu Feng drew number three and was placed in the same group as Jiang Han.

Lu Shuang faced off against the headquarters disciple.

As soon as Lu Feng returned to his seat, the headquarters disciple walked over to the referee and whispered a few words to him.

The referee nodded and then announced, "Headquarters Demon-Slaying Bureau forfeits. Lu Shuang advances directly to the finals."

"Next up, the semi-finals for the Hua Jin Realm: Lu Feng from the North City Demon-Slaying Bureau, versus Jiang Han from the South City Demon-Slaying Bureau."

The moment the referee finished speaking, the crowd erupted in chaos.

"Here it comes! The real show is about to begin!"

"Jiang Han's movement technique is perfected, and Lu Feng's physical body is invincible. This match is going to be interesting!"

"I still favor Jiang Han. No matter how strong Lu Feng's physical body is, what's the use if he can't touch someone? As long as Jiang Han isn't stupid enough to fight him head-on, he can wear Lu Feng down."

"Yes. We all saw Lu Feng and Lin Jingfeng fight; every punch landed hard, with wide, powerful movements. If you asked him to fight someone who moves around the entire arena, he might not be able to handle it. Jiang Han's agility is something even Lu Shuang has to be wary of."

"What if Lu Feng's movement skills are also quite good?"

A disciple from headquarters with Nei Jin cultivation whispered something in the crowd.

"His movement technique isn't bad? Do you think movement technique is like cabbage in a field? How old is Lu Feng? His swordsmanship, palm techniques, and physical body techniques are all perfected. If you say his movement technique is also perfected, does he still have time to sleep?"

"That's right. Jiang Han's three perfected cultivation techniques all have commonalities, which is why he can master them all. Lu Feng's methods are too eclectic, resulting in a lack of mastery, even though his mastery is almost absurd."

The disciple was rendered speechless by the retort and could only shut his mouth in embarrassment, turning his head to look at the arena.

On the arena, Jiang Han cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Lu Feng, a smile on his face:

"Brother Lu, I hope you will show mercy later."

"Not at all! Not at all! Brother Jiang, please show mercy!" Lu Feng replied politely in return.

"The competition begins!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Jiang Han moved.

With perfect-level movement techniques combined with perfect-level palm techniques, the attack is so fast it's almost invisible.

His tactics were clear: avoid direct confrontation with Lu Feng, use speed to break through his defenses, and wear him down with one palm strike after another until Lu Feng broke down.

Lu Feng also activated his Nei Jin, unleashing the Carefree Steps and combining them with the Cold Plum Jin to meet the attack.

Two figures clashed on the arena, their palm strikes and fist strikes creating a deafening storm.