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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
