Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 225 - 226

As for the disciples of the Divine Wind Camp, although they were shocked, there wasn’t much surprise.

It made sense that Lin Feng had such combat strength.

Even many people familiar with Lin Feng sighed with emotion.

A few months ago, when Lin Feng had just entered the Sect, he dared to duel with Yu Wen Tuo.

Evidently, Yu Wen Tuo was dead.

Lin Feng was simply the number one.

In the Wood Camp, the faces of everyone changed thoroughly, and many showed intense worry.

Though Wood had shown such formidable strength, he still could not defeat his opponent!

Could this guy also be a super genius who was a Direct Disciple of an Inner Sect Elder from the three great factions and remained out of the spotlight?

In the arena, Lin Feng and Wood, one like a ghostly shadow, the other like lightning from the ninth heaven, clashed with all their might, constantly causing explosions in the air.

"Invincible Tyrant Dragon Fist!"

Wood yelled furiously, throwing a punch that instantly erupted with countless fine Punch Radiance.

The Punch Radiance intertwined like the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers, entwining towards Lin Feng to strangle him.

Pop pop pop...

Lin Feng punched out simultaneously with both fists, hammering out eighteen punches in a flash.

The air was instantaneously blasted open, and within a radius of ten meters, it turned into a vacuum in an instant.

Boom boom boom...

The explosions continued, sweeping across a hundred meters with destructive Impact Waves.

Swoosh!

After one strike, Lin Feng stepped back, swiftly retreating.

"You are quite good!! Worth me using my full strength!"

Lin Feng coolly looked at Wood with an indifferent expression.

At the same time, Lin Feng also felt a trace of admiration for Wood.

With the strength of this person, it would not be easy for him to kill the opponent.

Using his strongest ability to defeat the opponent was also a form of respect for this adversary!

"Is that so?!"

Wood’s face was as somber as water, extremely grave.

He had already unleashed more than twelve times his battle power, yet he was still unable to defeat Lin Feng. This left him both shocked and incredulous.

The opponent’s combat power was something he had never heard of or seen before, truly defying the heavens.

Yet even so, Wood did not believe he would be defeated.

Clang!

Lin Feng bellowed, his entire aura soaring to the skies, vast and mighty, stirring the surrounding air into a violent boil.

Lin Feng swung his fist suddenly.

Punch Radiance stacked upon Punch Radiance, forming an incredibly thick wave of punch energy, slashing towards Wood.

The Punch Radiance was unrivaled in sharpness, tearing through the air with a hiss.

At that moment, the entire arena fell silent.

Not far away, the watching troops from both countries stopped breathing, countless eyes fixated on the center of the ring.

Could Lin Feng really defeat Wood?

The people of Hu Ben Country awaited in anticipation!

The Seven Great Tribes refused to believe it!

Wood himself was firmly convinced that he would not lose.

Wood had enough confidence – not only was his Star Talent exceptional, but his understanding of Martial Arts was also extremely high.

Moreover, as a disciple of the strongest Blast Sword Tribe, both the Cultivation Techniques and Martial Techniques he practiced were of Level Two Upper Grade.

Moreover, with tireless effort, he had cultivated his Level Two Upper Grade Martial Techniques to the Small Success Peak Realm.

This put him ahead from the starting line, his strength far surpassing other Martial Artists of the same rank. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Ordinary Great Martial Master Martial Artists only practiced Three Stars Martial Arts, and some with backgrounds could cultivate up to Four Stars Grade Martial Arts.

They could hardly be compared with him.

And now, he had even used the Combat Secret Technique ’Violent Spirit Technique,’ temporarily stepping into the realm of a Great Martial Master Sixth Layer.

With such formidable strength, although still unable to defeat Lin Feng, he absolutely believed that Lin Feng could not beat him either.

Wood’s eyes were filled with solemnity, staring intently at Lin Feng’s incoming attack.

The unparalleled grey-white Sword Gang, three meters long and dazzling, fell like the Milky Way from the ninth heaven, instantly reaching in front of Wood.

"Invincible Tyrannosaurus Slash!"

Wood shouted, once again unleashing his Absolute Skill.

Countless War Spears showered down, all flying towards the oncoming Punch Radiance.

Slash!

Boom!

The Punch Radiance was extremely sharp, forcibly splitting countless spears, striking the War Spear in Wood’s hand.

Ugh!

Wood’s body shuddered, and he grunted, his figure driven back a hundred meters involuntarily.

Before he could catch his breath, Lin Feng’s figure flashed, once again appearing in front of him.

"Die!"

A stern shout rose, as Lin Feng’s figure suddenly surged towards the sky.

Lin Feng clenched his fists with both hands, towering from above.

Immediately after, the sword in Lin Feng’s hands hammered down fiercely.

Wind Fire Thunder Tribulation Seal!

Roar!

At this moment, another phantom shadow appeared on Lin Feng’s body.

This was Lin Feng’s physical strength being pushed to the extreme.

A supremely fierce punch, unparalleled in speed, instantly cut down in front of Mu Ye.

Mu Ye’s eyes suddenly bulged, facing such a ferocious and swift strike, it was too late to evade. He had only two choices.

Either to counter attack with his own offense, forcibly shattering Lin Feng’s attack.

Or to resist with all his might, and take the strike head-on.

Mu Ye chose the second option.

Ah!

Mu Ye roared, also clenching both hands around his war spear, his arms spinning like a windmill, frantically dancing and conjuring layer upon layer of sword screens in front of him.

The next moment, Lin Feng’s incredibly violent move fiercely slashed onto the sword screen.

Shreech...

Like the sound of fabric being torn, the sword screen was shredded layer by layer, as if it were tofu.

In the next instant, the two collided fiercely.

Boom...!

Mu Ye’s entire body shook violently, the sleeves on his arms instantly turned to dust and vanished.

Following that, Mu Ye’s body, as if struck by the weight of Mount Tai, bent on his knees and thudded down.

Pu...!

The next moment, blood spurted from Mu Ye’s mouth, ears, eyes, and nose.

Blood flowed from the seven orifices!

Not only that, the skin and flesh on Mu Ye’s arms were cracked, and bright red blood flowed down.

"How... how is this possible?"

Mu Ye’s bloodshot eyes widened, horror covered his face, and his lips trembled incessantly.

Mu Ye knelt on the ground, his hands still raised high, the war spear in his hands still against Lin Feng’s longsword.

But Mu Ye’s hands were trembling non-stop, barely able to hold onto the sword.

Because, his internal organs had been shattered to pieces.

Lin Feng did not answer Mu Ye, but looked at the other and said in a deep voice, "You and I have no grudges, but our stances differ, this... is your fate!"

"I will grant you a swift end!"

With those words, Lin Feng’s arm suddenly pressed down, followed by a gentle wave, the punch radiance traced an arc, bringing along a trail of fresh blood.

Shick!

A line of blood appeared on Mu Ye’s neck, and then his body thudded to the ground, dead.

After glancing at Mu Ye’s body, Lin Feng lifted his head to look around.

The surroundings fell into dead silence, everyone staring at the center with unbelieving eyes.

The disciples of the Xuanji Sect were all stupefied, their faces filled with disbelief.

From Lin Feng’s striking of a blow to the killing of Mu Ye, it was just a few breaths of time, the crowd had yet to regain their senses.

"Hahaha..."

A moment later, a burst of laughter abruptly rose, pulling everyone back to reality.

In the front of Hu Ben Country’s army, the Prize Guardian laughed madly, his face overcome with excitement.

After a while, the Prize Guardian stopped laughing, looking proudly towards Tuoba Wentian from the opposing side.

"Tuoba Wentian, even your Seven Great Tribes’ supreme talent is nothing more than this! Still defeated by the genius of my Hu Ben Country."

The Prize Guardian said loudly, his face beaming with joy.

The Prize Guardian was very happy, as the previous two rounds of battles had been miserably lost. Now, finally claiming back a win brought him great joy.

Tuoba Wentian’s face, however, had turned a shade of iron blue, and he felt incredibly frustrated inside.

He had planned to sweep the opposition round by round but had not expected that in this third round of battle, Hu Ben Country would spawn a demonically talented individual.

This child’s combat power was simply defying the heavens.

If it weren’t for the aura emanating from Lin Feng’s body which was indeed that of a Great Martial Master Fifth Layer, he would have suspected Lin Feng of concealing his true cultivation.

"Don’t be too complacent."

Tuoba Wentian, his face dark, bellowed, "Your Hu Ben Country’s side has only won a single match, what’s there to be so proud of."

"Haha!"

The Prize Guardian laughed heartily and said, "A single battle is enough to break down your strongest talent."

"Humph!"

Tuoba Wentian snorted coldly, then his gaze returned to Lin Feng, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

This child’s combat power opposed the heavens, and if he were to fully grow, he would pose a great threat to both his Iron Forest Country and Xuanji Sect.

Tuoba Wentian pondered in secret.

In the field, Lin Feng stood erect like a javelin, displaying an invincible stature.

Lin Feng’s gaze shifted, landing among the Seven Great Tribes’ army.

His gaze sweeping over the group of the Seven Great Tribes, Lin Feng locked his eyes onto that dense crowd of people.

After a brief ponder, Lin Feng spoke out loudly, "Who else? Who wishes to fight on the stage?"