Compared to My Master, I'm Still Too Low-Key

Judge Duan panicked, firing off several rapid finger strikes.

But he couldn't withstand Chen Feng's assault at all.

"Damn it!"

"How can this kid's attacks be so powerful!"

While the Six Meridian Divine Sword was formidable, its cooldown period was also long.

The sword qi he shot out could basically only counter one soundwave sword shadow.

Yet, in this short time,

Chen Feng had already plucked the strings, shooting out nearly ten thousand soundwave sword shadows.

Each sword shadow was like a torrential flood.

The scene was practically a "Myriad Swords Returning to the Ancestor."

The entire arena was filled with the whistling of sharp swords piercing the air.

Judge Duan had no choice but to use another defensive technique he possessed to tank the hits.

Indestructible Vajra Body!

He felt fortunate in his heart, glad he had married into the Ye family back in the day.

Soon, the first sword shadow shattered against his body.

A scornful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He mocked inwardly:

"Is that all?"

The next moment, the dense swarm of sword shadows all crashed into his body.

The clanging of metal against metal was incessant.

"A bit painful, but nothing serious."

He continued to wear a wild, arrogant smile.

He wanted to see Chen Feng's look of unwillingness.

However, the sword shadows were continuous and unending, like a storm, relentlessly bombarding his body.

The clothes on Judge Duan's upper body instantly turned to dust, revealing skin like yellow bronze.

Suddenly, a small wound appeared on the skin of his chest, a trickle of blood flowing out.

"Huh?"

"How did this happen?"

"It's fine, this minor injury is nothing."

Yet, the three other judges beside him were already shocked beyond words.

This Judge Duan might not have great character, but his cultivation was the real deal—a true Grandmaster.

But now, not only was he losing in the attack exchange against Chen Feng,

even his strongest defense, the Indestructible Vajra Body, was being made to bleed.

The next moment.

Several more small wounds appeared on Judge Duan's body.

His expression immediately showed a hint of panic.

"Seems like I can't hold on much longer!"

"An attack this powerful, the opponent definitely can't sustain it for long."

"If I just hold out a little longer, I'm sure to win."

"How can I, a Grandmaster, lose to a mere Martial Master?"

Dozens of seconds later.

Dense, overlapping wounds began to appear all over his body.

Now he truly couldn't hold on.

At this moment, he could no longer care about anything else.

Staying alive was the priority right now.

If this continued, he would die on the spot.

His newly hired secretary would just end up benefiting someone else later.

He hurriedly shouted to the three judges beside him:

"Quick!"

"Help me!"

"I can't hold on!"

In the few short seconds it took to speak,

hundreds more wounds appeared on his body.

Now he was completely panicked.

No longer caring about face, he broke down and shouted:

"Save me!"

The three judges were all inwardly horrified.

They never expected a Grandmaster from the Duan clan

to be broken through and crying for help by a Martial Master.

The entire venue erupted in an uproar.

"Holy crap! What am I seeing!"

"Thank goodness I'm here live. If I were watching the stream at home, I wouldn't stop spamming 'Carnivals' without at least a hundred of them."

"Beating a judge until he calls for help—truly worthy of being a Great Xia hero."

"What kind of martial art is this sword qi storm? It's actually this terrifying."

"Some expert just revealed that Chen Feng's current qi and blood value is 3,100, while that judge's is 7,259!"

"Really? Don't lie to me, I didn't go to school much!"

...

Seeing his opponent start calling for help, Chen Feng hurriedly stopped his attack.

After all, this was a martial arts competition.

If he killed a judge on the spot,

his disciple wouldn't be able to compete either.

Although Chen Feng stopped,

the residual waves of the attack still contained thousands of soundwave sword energies.

The three Grandmaster-level judges acted together.

When they felt the power of Chen Feng's attack, they were all shocked, their eyes wide.

Each soundwave sword shadow was comparable to a Martial Grandmaster's full-force strike.

At that moment, they no longer looked down on the Duan clan judge.

Because if it were them,

they would have been dead already.

On the other side, Zhao Bing finally awoke from his epiphany.

Coming back to his senses, he saw on the arena that Chen Feng's soundwave sword shadows, like a violent storm, had turned a judge into a bloody mess.

"Damn!"

"Everyone says I'm crazy."

"Compared to Master, I'm still too low-key."

"At the very least, I wouldn't dare to try and kill a judge during a martial arts competition."

"Master is freaking awesome!"

The most shocked person at that moment was none other than Dugu Sword Demon in the VIP booth.

Only he could see why Chen Feng's attack was so powerful.

"Martial Art Fusion!"

Based on his years of experience, there were generally only two situations that allowed martial arts to fuse.

The first was that each martial art and skill Chen Feng used was merely a branch of some higher-tier martial art.

Upon reaching a specific realm, several arts could fuse together, unleashing tremendous power.

The second situation was comprehending several martial arts to the "Unity of Heaven and Man" level.

Relying on the user's experience, they could be fused and used together.

Dugu Sword Demon felt Chen Feng leaned more towards the second situation.

Because he could see that

the martial skill Chen Feng used fused his palm technique, soundwave art, and sword technique.

Using the palm technique to trigger the soundwave art, then fusing the soundwave art with sword intent.

The three arts completely didn't seem to belong to the same system.

If so, Chen Feng had at least cultivated his soundwave art, palm technique, and sword technique to the "Unity of Heaven and Man" realm.

That was what allowed his attack power to leap two levels and defeat the Duan clan Grandmaster.

Even the Indestructible Vajra Body couldn't withstand his attack.

By the arena, the three judges finally managed to save Judge Duan together.

Soon, the competition organizers came to the VIP booth to seek the Martial Saint's instructions.

"Send that Duan guy packing. Arrange the rest yourselves."

Quickly, Judge Duan was taken away by ambulance for treatment.

Simultaneously, the penalty for Chen Feng was announced: compensation for all medical expenses and emotional distress.

However, Zhao Bing received no penalty, and the match proceeded as scheduled.

At this moment, all members of the Duan clan watching the national competition had faces green with fury.

The video of this match also spread wildly online.

For netizens and viewers, what's more exciting than a normal match?

Of course, an unexpected incident during the competition.

A dignified Grandmaster-level competition judge

was actually severely injured on the spot by a mere Master-level individual, even begging others for mercy.

The Duan clan's face was thoroughly lost.

Coupled with Duan Yan'er's earlier match, the Duan clan became the biggest joke of this national competition.

At the same time, Duan Changtian, participating in the Master-level competition, had just finished his own match, easily handling his opponent.

When he saw this explosive news, he clenched his fist in anger.

He was also even more shocked by Chen Feng's strength.

Originally, seeing Chen Feng could fight against a grandmaster,

he thought the other's strength was about the same as his.

Because he also had the strength to fight against ordinary masters beyond his level.

But surpassing a Grandmaster in a fight?

For him, it was almost impossible.

The gap in qi and blood value directly affected the power of martial skills and techniques.

It was like a three-year-old child with a small knife fighting a burly man wielding a giant axe.

There was a fundamental gap in their abilities.

However, Chen Feng's power had already exceeded his comprehension.

Though he was reluctant to admit it,

he was likely no match for Chen Feng.

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