Can't There Be Counterfeit Fruits

Yang Honghui knew Chen Feng was strong.

But he never expected Chen Feng to be this outrageously powerful.

He thought to himself in shock:

"One move to instantly defeat three experts of the same level."

"Looking at this, I'm afraid not even a single hair will be left of them."

"Are you even human, you bastard?"

That Martial Venerable who had judged Chen Feng to be a Martial Master was instantly stunned.

He hurriedly tore off the Qi-Blood Monitoring Glasses on his eyes and cursed:

"What shoddy goods did the Western Continent's Illuminati give me!"

"Not only do they hinder me in battle, but the key is they don't even work properly."

"He's clearly a Martial Venerable, yet they made him look like a Martial Master."

"The margin of error is just too ridiculously large!"

Not far away, another Martial Venerable also took off the Qi-Blood detection glasses from his nose bridge, checking the brand.

Then he smashed them on the ground and cursed viciously:

"Something this important, and they dare to make it so poorly."

"I'm going to destroy the manufacturer of these glasses when I get back."

A Grandmaster cautiously said:

"My Qi-Blood Monitoring Glasses also show his Qi-Blood value as that of a Master."

"Is there a possibility that our glasses aren't actually broken?"

That Martial Venerable immediately retorted:

"Impossible. How could a Master have such formidable attacks?"

"It must be that the glasses issued to us are faulty."

That Grandmaster said weakly:

"Actually, I bought my Qi-Blood Monitoring Glasses myself, out of my own pocket."

"They're not the same brand as yours. Mine are Fruit Brand."

"Besides, he looks so young, he probably isn't a Martial Venerable."

His words made the two Martial Venerables pause for a moment.

Looking at the recently shattered Qi-Blood Monitoring Glasses.

The two felt somewhat awkward for a moment.

One of the Martial Venerables snapped:

"Does Fruit Brand not have counterfeits?!"

"He's clearly not a Master, would I be mistaken?"

"You still want to whitewash these counterfeits that endanger the battle situation? You deserve to die."

"If it weren't for the glasses malfunctioning, we wouldn't have lost three people at once."

The Grandmaster dared not speak up again.

Damaging a Martial Venerable's dignity was a very dangerous thing.

At this moment, Chen Feng's attacks still did not stop.

The zither strings continuously vibrated.

Sword shadows multiplied.

This was also an idea he had comprehended from the "Roaring Dragon" technique.

It was to continuously stack the power of martial techniques and moves.

As the number of real battles increased, he had gradually accumulated some experience.

His application of techniques also became increasingly proficient and diverse.

Chen Feng moved his arm, pointing at a Grandmaster who was engaged in combat.

The tsunami of sword energy immediately followed his will, charging towards that person.

That Grandmaster turned around and tried to flee.

However, his movement speed was clearly no match for the speed of Chen Feng's sonic wave attacks.

In an instant, he was swallowed by the tidal wave of sword shadows.

But he was somewhat stronger than the previous three.

He wasn't instantly ground into mincemeat.

Instead, he struggled for three seconds.

Everyone watched as he resisted with all his might, then quickly had his skin torn and flesh lacerated, turning into a bloody skeleton, before finally being obliterated by the endless sword energy.

It could be considered making a small splash.

At this moment, where Chen Feng pointed, the swords followed.

Wherever they passed, whether Masters or Grandmasters, none could escape the fate of being engulfed.

An invader Martial Venerable simply couldn't bear to watch any longer.

He immediately charged towards this monstrous youth.

Chen Feng also quickly pointed at the charging Martial Venerable.

But the gap of over ten thousand in Qi-Blood between them was immediately apparent.

"Let me show you my Thunderclap Hands!"

That Martial Venerable, the moment he struck, unleashed dozens of fist shadows.

Each punch could blast a huge gap in the tsunami of sword energy.

Countless sword shadows shattered under his fists.

They could hardly do anything to him.

However, that Martial Venerable was also secretly astonished in his heart.

The opponent's offensive power was truly too strong.

But the intensity of Qi-Blood within the attacks wasn't high.

The power of his techniques and martial moves was indeed surprisingly great.

By now, Chen Feng was drenched in sweat.

His body felt weak and empty.

The state of "Unity of Man and Heaven," combined with the fused martial techniques, though more powerful,

conversely, the consumption of Qi-Blood was also correspondingly enormous.

He could clearly feel

that his current cultivation level

was not sufficient to maintain such a formidable attack for a long time.

While manipulating the torrent of sword energy to contend with that Martial Venerable,

Chen Feng secretly activated the Crippled Foot technique.

Boom!

A loud noise.

The floor slab under Chen Feng's feet shattered violently.

His entire person shot out like a cannonball.

Propelling towards a golden-curly-haired Master who was fighting.

That person hadn't even grasped what was happening when Chen Feng grabbed him by the hair.

This person was also quite fierce.

Knowing he was no match for Chen Feng,

he still immediately threw a punch at Chen Feng.

However, his fist had only swung halfway up before going limp and dropping down.

His whole person rolled his eyes white, all his Qi-Blood instantly drained by Chen Feng using the North Sea Divine Art.

With the replenishment of Qi-Blood,

Chen Feng thought to himself:

"Refreshing!"

The sword energy attacks from his martial projection once again surged wildly.

That Martial Venerable snorted coldly:

"You dare to distract yourself to attack others while engaged with me."

"It seems you truly don't take me seriously."

He saw him strike out with both fists simultaneously, emitting sonic booms.

Visible shockwaves continuously appeared.

Chen Feng immediately felt his tsunami of sword energy was somewhat unable to hold.

His speed of plucking the zither strings to release sonic sword energy

actually couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed of destroying the sword shadows.

Seeing the tsunami of sword energy already mostly forcibly destroyed by that person,

Grandpa Jin also saw that Chen Feng was no match for the opponent.

But he was still quite shocked in his heart.

He knew Chen Feng's strength was still only at the Master level.

To leap two levels and engage a Martial Venerable was already incredibly heaven-defying.

Grandpa Jin hurriedly disengaged from the enemy he was fighting.

Quickly changing his target, he attacked the person fighting Chen Feng.

At this moment, that Martial Venerable's expression grew increasingly ferocious.

His Thunderclap Fists were already emitting electric sparks, clearly indicating a high level of comprehension of the technique.

The tsunami of sword energy had also been mostly destroyed.

At most, he needed only two more breaths to kill Chen Feng.

Right at this moment, a companion's exclamation sounded from behind.

"Watch out, someone's ambushing!"

Grandpa Jin struck out fiercely.

A palm struck that person on the back.

That person also reacted at the last moment.

Turning around, he threw a punch that blasted onto Grandpa Jin's chest.

Both immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

Grandpa Jin fell towards the ground. By the time that person regained his bearings, his figure was already submerged by the tsunami of sword energy.

By the time he swung his fists to block again, it was somewhat too late.

His body would be slashed open by blood gashes from time to time.

"Damn it!"

At this moment, he panicked.

Grandpa Jin's Iron Sand Palm strike had almost shattered his spine.

Although the bone didn't break, his internal organs were shaken and injured.

Causing his Qi-Blood circulation to be impeded, the speed of his punches noticeably slowed.

He began to feel somewhat powerless.

Soon, his right fist was cut by a sword energy.

Then a second, a third sword energy.

With each sword energy strike, a piece of flesh was torn from his body.

As he fought, bones gradually became visible on his body.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

Everything was over in an instant.

This Martial Venerable could no longer hold on, urgently shouting:

"Someone, help me!"

"I can't hold on anymore!"