Sha Heming leaped into the air and launched an immediate attack.
His legs kicked out a series of phantoms, stirring up countless gusts of wind that made his trouser legs flutter noisily.
Chen Feng didn't hesitate either.
He raised his hand and struck out with a palm.
Flying Dragon in the Sky!
Eighteen golden dragons roared out once again.
However, this time, they failed to repel Sha Heming.
Instead, Chen Feng himself was sent flying back several steps, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
Apparently, he had suffered internal injuries.
Having scored a hit, Sha Heming stood proudly, looking down on Chen Feng disdainfully.
"You're just a martial apprentice. Being able to withstand one of my kicks is something you can be proud of."
"I joined the War God Martial Arts School right after graduation. I mastered the Wind God Leg technique in just three days."
"I became proficient in it in half a month, achieved a small level of mastery in one year, and reached a state of complete comprehension in two years."
"Now I've reached the fifth realm of martial arts, the realm of meticulousness."
"What do you think you can use to fight me? Hahaha..."
"Forgot to tell you, my qi and blood value has reached 386 points. I'm only 14 points away from advancing to the rank of senior martial artist."
"I advise you to be sensible and cripple your own martial arts. Otherwise, I might not control my strength and end up taking your life."
Before Chen Feng could say a word,
Yang Honghui spoke up first.
"Are all the people from the War God Martial Arts School so arrogant?"
"The situation is quite clear. Mr. Chen's martial arts realm is far higher than Xiao Ruohan's. There's no way he could be a plagiarist."
"Not only you, even Xiang Jingpeng wouldn't dare to act so arrogantly in front of me!"
Seeing Yang Honghui speak, Sha Heming didn't dare to retort for a moment.
He had been a bit carried away after defeating a martial apprentice.
He had forgotten that the vice - president of the Martial Arts Guild was present.
This was a person of the same level as the school master.
For a moment, he didn't dare to make another move.
However, Chen Feng said,
"Thank you, President Yang. But since he wants to cripple me, it should be okay for me to cripple him, right?"
Yang Honghui was surprised.
"You want to fight him?"
In his opinion, although Chen Feng was capable, he was no match for Sha Heming at all.
Chen Feng was only twenty - one years old and had just barely reached 100 points in qi and blood value, barely qualifying as a martial apprentice.
Although the realm of his martial arts technique was quite high, his qi and blood cultivation was extremely poor.
His future achievements would be limited.
At most, he could be a martial arts teacher at a school, teaching apprentices.
The levels of qi and blood cultivation were as follows:
Reaching 100 points in qi and blood value made one a martial apprentice, 200 points advanced one to the rank of martial artist, 400 points made one a senior martial artist, 800 points a top - level martial artist, and 1600 points a master...
The qi and blood value doubled with each level. Beyond that, there were also grandmasters, great grandmasters, supremes, and martial saints.
Sha Heming, at the age of twenty, had already reached 386 points in qi and blood value and was on the verge of advancing to the rank of senior martial artist. His future was bright.
The martial arts technique he practiced was the Wind God Leg, the signature technique of the War God Martial Arts School.
It was a powerful earth - grade superior technique.
Moreover, Sha Heming's proficiency in the technique was only one level lower than Chen Feng's, reaching the fifth realm, the realm of meticulousness.
Chen Feng's only advantage was that his technique might be a heaven - grade technique, and his martial arts realm was one level higher.
But this was not enough to make up for the nearly four - fold gap in qi and blood.
Chen Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
His anger had been completely ignited.
"I originally wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person, but all I got was bullying."
"Since that's the case, I won't pretend anymore. I'm coming clean!"
As he finished speaking!
Eighteen golden dragon phantoms circled around Chen Feng.
This time, the golden dragons were as real as if they were materialized, and there were even flashes of lightning around them.
"Martial arts domain!"
"This! This! How is this possible!"
"This is the martial arts domain that can only be achieved when one has mastered the martial arts technique to the eighth level, reaching the peak of perfection!"
"You're just a martial apprentice. How could you reach such a realm?"
Yang Honghui was in disbelief.
He had only seen such a realm in the president of the general guild.
But the president had spent more than sixty years in cultivation and was already in his eighties.
And Chen Feng was only twenty - one years old.
Originally, the audience present thought that Chen Feng was just making the martial arts phantoms circle around him.
After hearing what Yang Honghui said, they realized that this was the legendary domain.
Some people had only seen the eighth realm of martial arts, the peak of perfection, on TV.
This was the first time they had seen it in real life.
Especially when they saw those eighteen vivid golden dragons, making dragon roars as they swam around.
Everyone was so shocked that they didn't know what to say.
The live - broadcast was still going on, and it had already topped various hot searches, trending topics, and headlines.
Explosive [Shocking! Reached the peak of perfection at twenty - one!]
Explosive [Shocking! A martial apprentice has developed a martial arts domain!]
Explosive [Is he a cultivation - level failure or a realm genius!]
...
These headlines instantly dominated the charts.
The number of people in the live - broadcast room of the Martial Arts Guild was also soaring crazily.
The real - time online number exceeded five million.
The president of the general guild of the Martial Arts Guild was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.
Xiang Jingpeng of the War God Martial Arts School was also stunned.
At this moment, the barrage on the screen was scrolling wildly!
"Are you sure this is a live - broadcast, not a movie?"
"Not even short dramas would dare to be filmed like this!"
"I just want to know where these special effects were made?"
"The eighth realm of martial arts, the peak of perfection? Are you kidding me?"
"We're all martial apprentices. Why are you so outstanding!"
"Where do you want me, a grandmaster, to put my face?"
...
A martial apprentice reaching the eighth realm of martial arts was absolutely unprecedented.
It was the first time such a thing had ever happened in history.
Moreover, as the popularity of the live - broadcast room increased,
Some people gradually noticed that Chen Feng's technique was extraordinary.
It was very likely a heaven - grade technique.
Once the news that it was possibly a heaven - grade technique was exposed,
The popularity of the live - broadcast room skyrocketed again.
The number of viewers was approaching ten million.
At this time, Xiao Ruohan's mother, holding her unconscious daughter in her arms, scolded,
"What are you pretending for, Chen?!"
"He's the champion of the Jiangcheng City Martial Artist Tournament."
"Today, I'll avenge Ruohan and cripple you, you damned guy."
Sha Heming was also shocked by Chen Feng at this time.
He couldn't figure out how a mere martial apprentice could have mastered the technique to the peak of perfection.
The higher the realm of martial arts technique, the more difficult it was to achieve.
It extremely tested a person's comprehension ability.
It was even more difficult than improving the qi and blood level.
But none of this mattered.
Sha Heming disdained and said,
"No matter how high your realm is, with such low qi and blood, you won't be able to exert much power. It's just like water without a root."
After saying that, he launched another attack.
Wind God Leg!
Whirlwind of Destruction!
This time, Chen Feng didn't take it lightly.
The gap in qi and blood between them was too large.
Although his realm was extremely high, he couldn't fully utilize it.
Moreover, he didn't have much stamina.
Although he had only made two moves just now,
He could already clearly feel exhausted.
One hundred points of qi and blood value simply couldn't last.
"Can't fight for long!"
"End it quickly!"
Facing Sha Heming's offensive, Chen Feng instantly struck out eighteen palms.
One after another, golden dragons, with unparalleled might, entangled with Sha Heming.
However, they found it difficult to deal with him.
One could see the golden dragons turning into nothingness under Sha Heming's phantom - like feet.
"Humph! Petty tricks, how dare you show off in front of me!"
He sneered disdainfully.
However, the next moment, he found that Chen Feng had disappeared?
Where did he go?
Did he run away?
Suddenly! A sense of oppression rose from behind him.
Sha Heming felt a chill all over his body.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
