At this mont, a new round of the selection battle has comnced!
The person stepping onto the stage is Yuwen Changkong.
Since the original captain of Yuwen Changkong’s team, Kang Huai Lie, unfortunately perished in the Death Soul Demon Abyss, Yuwen Changkong took his place, becoming the captain of their team. Naturally, he also aid to seize the opportunity to participate in the Hunting Battlefield.
His luck seed quite good, having won the first two matches, and in this third match, he faced yet another Extre Second Stage Emperor.
Despite enduring a tough battle, Yuwen Changkong ultimately secured victory, achieving three consecutive wins, thereby obtaining the qualification to enter the Hunting Battlefield.
Of course, it was only a qualification. To ultimately enter the Hunting Battlefield, the strongest one hundred among those who qualified needed to be selected.
In essence, this round was rely a preliminary selection, providing space for veteran elite disciples to manipulate matters.
Yuwen Changkong did not rely on luck but on his clan brother Yuwen Liang, who had arranged everything beforehand.
Next, an Emperor-level figure leaped onto the stage, picked a number card, and grinned: "Which one of you is Lee Fei? Co up and fight !"
"It’s him again!"
Fong Ling’s eyes flashed with cold light, gritting her teeth: "It’s the sa guy who injured before!"
Lee Fei’s phoenix eyes suddenly widened; she clenched her pink fist, ready to leap onto the stage, but Ling Feng pressed her shoulder down.
"Junior Brother Ling..." Lee Fei bit her silver teeth, looking at Ling Feng said: "I... can still fight!"
"If it were a fair group match, drawing a strong opponent would rely be bad luck. But this situation obviously targets you; you need not face it!"
Ling Feng smiled faintly, slowly saying: "Rest well, leave it to ."
A warm stream surged in Lee Fei’s heart, looking at Ling Feng’s cold and resolute face, suddenly smiling brightly and nodding heavily.
"Brother Chu, take care of the others."
After saying that, Ling Feng directly walked out from the crowd, jumping onto the stage.
"Hmm?"
The Emperor strong nad Wu Jian on stage frowned and coldly snorted: "Lee Fei is the one fighting , kid, what are you here for?"
Ling Feng ignored it, step by step, walked to the center of the stage, separated ten steps from Wu Jian, stopped there, coldly staring at the opponent.
"Hmm?"
Wu Jian furrowed his eyebrows, roaring angrily: "Kid, are you deaf? Get off quickly now!"
Ling Feng stood with hands behind his back, speaking leisurely: "Rules of the selection battle, win three of five matches; for the first battle, I challenge you, what do you think?"
"Audacious, the rules of the selection battle are not for you to decide!"
Wu Jian, like a furious lion, his aura surging, stirred up a violent vigorous wind.
Ling Feng turned his head towards the high platform, fixing his gaze on Donghuang Xuanyi, speaking word by word: "How about it, Senior Brother Donghuang, is it okay?"
Donghuang Xuanyi sneered, slightly standing, shouted to Wu Jian: "Since that’s the case, Junior Brother Wu, spar with him for a bit."
If Ling Feng truly had the power to defeat Wu Jian, he barely counted as an opponent.
Donghuang Xuanyi naturally wasn’t foolish; he could clearly see Yuwen Liang using connections to instruct so Emperor-level elite disciples to target mbers of Ling Feng’s team, though these minor actions were under his tacit approval.
After all, they were just so minor figures; the only one truly worthy in his eyes was Ling Feng.
Now, with Ling Feng himself challenging Wu Jian, it saved quite a bit of trouble. If Ling Feng couldn’t even pass Wu Jian’s test, he naturally didn’t qualify as his competitor.
"Haha, fine, since Senior Brother Donghuang said so, I’ll exchange a couple of moves with you! But, you should be ntally prepared, I don’t go easy!"
Hearing Donghuang Xuanyi’s instructions, Wu Jian’s deanor slightly cald, staring at Ling Feng, full of disdain.
Just a Divine Sea Realm Ninth Layer, not even an Emperor in cultivation, dared to challenge an Emperor-level fighter?
Ling Feng glanced at him lightly, peremptorily replying: "Good, my hits aren’t light either."
"Jie jie jie..."
Wu Jian sneered, "I heard you lasted three moves under Senior Brother Donghuang; I’m curious how many moves you can last against !"
"Pardon , but with your strength, you’re not yet qualified to compare with Donghuang Xuanyi."
Ling Feng sized Wu Jian up, casually said.
"Hmph, being able to deal with you is enough!"
Wu Jian twisted his eyebrows, though indeed inferior to Donghuang Xuanyi, yet down to be pointed at by a re Divine Sea Realm Martial Artist!
"Is that so? Afraid even dealing with isn’t enough!"
Ling Feng stood boldly on the spot, the Dragon Elephant Divine Power within him, furiously operating, an imnsely dense Qi Blood Power, forming a dragon elephant silhouette, swirling around his back.
At the sa mont, the seven Qi Refining Mixed Elent Locks inside Ling Feng fully unsealed, instantly, Ling Feng’s strength, speed, all soared to the peak state.
What of an Emperor?
Today, he aid to wield extre strength, utmost speed, to challenge the Emperor!
Let all know, the Emperor’s chasm is not uncrossable!
(PS: Just to clarify, I ntioned before, this book’s cultivation system splits into three paths: Qi Refining, Body Refinent, Refining God. From the surface, Ling Feng’s cultivation realm isn’t high, but in Refining God and Body Refinent, he’s far beyond the Human Emperor level, able to rival Initial Stage Emperors.
Those fixated only on the Qi Refining path saying Ling Feng’s realm is low, cross-leveling too much, or leveling too slowly, suggesting to compare how much in Refining God, Body Refinent Ling Feng surpassed others in levels.)
"Arrogant!"
Wu Jian’s eyes burned with anger, clearly incensed, his arms shook, and he unleashed his ultimate move.
"Ten Thousand Waves!"
His figure resembled a thunderbolt, like a rushing turbulent river, crashing forward!
Whoosh!
During the charge, Wu Jian’s robe billowed with the air, striking a sound akin to a surging river.
The montum, the sound, perfectly rged, as if a roaring river truly ca, smashing the dike!
The audience disciples, from afar, felt an oppressive force, their hearts constricted, their chests heavy, just hoping this move ends swiftly.
The fierce wind and mighty waves brushed Ling Feng’s forehead, revealing his deep and austere black eyes!
Boom!
Facing the imposing, powerful punch, Ling Feng neither dodged nor evaded, unexpectedly, countered with an unembellished punch!
"What?"
On the high platform, Donghuang Xuanyi, who was once calm and composed, suddenly had his eyelids twitch fiercely.
Within these three short days, Ling Feng’s strength seed to have improved significantly.
He didn’t use his nurous Soul Dao secret techniques but intended to confront an Emperor-level fighter directly?
"This kid, indeed is sothing else! Fine, let see, what level have you reached!"
In Donghuang Xuanyi’s eyes, a gleam flashed.
The strength Ling Feng showcased was indeed impressive to him, but rely that.
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