Chapter 428: Flood Dragon Fist Scripture
"You are Yun Feiyang?" As the old man's voice fell, She Qiong's gaze locked directly onto Yun Feiyang, his expression icy cold.
He knew that the illusionary formation just now was the Nine Palaces Trapping Dragon Grand Formation. Those outside could see everything happening inside. In other words, his clash with Yun Feiyang had been witnessed clearly by everyone outside. They all knew he had been repelled. This humiliation naturally had to be avenged first.
As for killing Lin Feng, She Qiong felt there was no need to rush. A Second Layer of Profound Martial Realm cultivator—killing him would not be difficult. The only thing that made him somewhat wary was Lin Feng's Annihilation Black Lotus.
"Yes." Yun Feiyang spoke indifferently, his gaze returning to its lazy demeanor, as if he completely disregarded She Qiong.
This disregard from Yun Feiyang made She Qiong's expression even uglier. He said, "For the first battle, let it be the two of us."
Yun Feiyang glanced at Lin Feng with a smile, then said, "It seems I'll have to test my hand first."
With a single step, Yun Feiyang soared into the air, standing proudly above the Xiang River. His robes fluttered, and his laziness once again transformed into sharpness.
"Come on!"
"Fight!" She Qiong's body also rose into the air, releasing a wild and domineering aura. His entire being seemed filled with an inexhaustible sense of power.
Lin Feng's expression turned cold. Since She Qiong wanted to fight Yun Feiyang, let them battle first.
"Let's test our strength again," She Qiong said coldly. He had actually lost to Yun Feiyang in terms of power—unforgivable.
"As you wish." Yun Feiyang's long hair flew in the wind, his robe rustling loudly under the gale.
Many had misjudged him. Yun Feiyang, who claimed to be from Broken Blade City, was more than capable of contending with these most dazzling geniuses. At this moment, he truly embodied the demeanor of a genius powerhouse—unrestrained and untamed.
From She Qiong's body, a terrifying aura of power spread out. His true essence rolled and surged. On his form, a flood dragon beast seemed to attach itself, its ferocious and terrifying head facing Yun Feiyang, as if it could tear him apart at any moment.
"Flood Dragon Fist Scripture!"
Yun Feiyang's eyes turned cold, and a hint of seriousness crept into his gaze. This Flood Dragon Fist Scripture was said to be a Earth-grade mid-rank martial technique. When the fist struck, it was like a flood dragon emerging from the sea, with boundless power and a terrifying tearing ability.
At this moment, She Qiong channeled his true essence, the flood dragon attaching itself to him. Clearly, he had already reached a certain level of proficiency in the Flood Dragon Fist Scripture.
"Crack, crack!"
From Yun Feiyang's body came the sound of bones shifting. His robe fluttered even more violently, howling in the wind. His entire being exuded a primal, desolate sense of power—pure and terrifying.
"What kind of technique is this!" The crowd watched the terrifying auras released by the two, their breathing becoming slightly rapid. Both were incredibly strong.
"Can Broken Blade City produce a powerhouse like you?" She Qiong's expression was cold and domineering. "Since you're also skilled in power, let's settle this with one punch."
As She Qiong spoke, the flood dragon on his body began to writhe, as if about to burst forth from him, extremely frightening.
"As you wish!"
Yun Feiyang repeated those words. However She Qiong wanted to fight, so be it. At this moment, the aura on his body was also climbing madly.
"Roar..."
A flood dragon's cry echoed through the air. She Qiong took a large step forward, carrying a wild and terrifying aura. The flood dragon's shadow emerged from his body, seeming ready to pounce at Yun Feiyang ahead.
"Rage!"
Yun Feiyang stepped forward step by step, an unparalleled aura of rage roaring madly. On his hand, a mass of terrifying destructive energy swirled.
As the two advanced, the heavens and earth rumbled with thunderous sounds—terrifying and awe-inspiring.
"Such terrifying power." The crowd watched the two striding toward each other, their eyes dazzled and hearts shaken. So strong! Both were at the same realm, Fourth Layer of Profound Martial Realm, and even more terrifying was that their combat power absolutely surpassed ordinary cultivators at that level.
"If Lin Feng were to face She Qiong, he probably wouldn't measure up," many thought silently. She Qiong's strength was too formidable. If he faced a Third Layer of Profound Martial Realm cultivator, he could probably kill them instantly.
"Roar..." Another flood dragon's furious roar rolled out, the booming sound vibrating in the crowd's eardrums, as if it made space tremble. Above the Xiang River, a mass of terrifying, violent energy surged. That dreadful aura even drowned out the figures of She Qiong and Yun Feiyang.
Who would win? Who would lose?
Moments later, the violent aura dissipated. Both figures shot backward simultaneously. She Qiong's upper garment was torn, his aura fluctuating, while Yun Feiyang's long hair was in disarray, his face pale.
Moreover, both had traces of blood at the corners of their mouths. Only their eyes remained locked on each other.
"Flood Dragon Fist Scripture, an Earth-grade mid-rank martial technique—truly formidable," Yun Feiyang muttered to himself.
She Qiong, staring at Yun Feiyang, thought to himself, "Hidden force. His destructive fist actually contains a terrifying hidden force. If I had been careless and underestimated him, that single strike would have severely injured me."
Both realized the terror of the other's strength—very strong.
"Enough. You two are both rare geniuses. Go down and rest," the old man said slowly. But at that moment, Lin Feng took a step through the void and said coldly, "Wait."
"Hmm?"
The crowd's attention focused. After witnessing She Qiong's terrifying strength, did Lin Feng still dare to fight him?
"You want to fight?" She Qiong's expression was cold, looking at Lin Feng with some surprise. Lin Feng was seeking death.
"Yes." Lin Feng's gaze was icy. If he didn't kill She Qiong today, he would not rest.
"Hmph." The old man snorted coldly. "If you want to die, there's no need to be so impatient. She Qiong has just fought a battle. Taking advantage of his exhaustion is hardly honorable. Let him rest, then you can fight. Or, you can fight someone else first and then face him."
Lin Feng swept a cold glance at the old man. This person seemed to be protecting She Qiong.
"Fine, then I'll fight one battle first," Lin Feng said indifferently. The old man's face darkened. He said to She Qiong and Yun Feiyang, "You two, go down first."
She Qiong cast a cold glance at Lin Feng, then flickered and descended. Yun Feiyang also left the void.
Above the Xiang River, only Lin Feng and the distant old man remained.
Lin Feng wanted to fight. Who would he fight?
"Who do you wish to challenge? Speak," the old man said coldly. The crowd was somewhat expectant. Who would Lin Feng choose as his first opponent?
She Qiong couldn't fight him now, and Yun Feiyang seemed to be on his side, so he wouldn't fight him either. Lin Feng's choices seemed limited to the Eight Young Masters and Ling Tian and his junior sister.
Ling Tian's strength was also not to be trifled with. In the Nine Palaces Trapping Dragon Grand Formation, he had killed the most people. Could it be that Lin Feng would choose to fight a woman?
Lin Feng's gaze slowly swept across the crowd. Of the Eight Young Masters, he had only seen five so far: the Second Young Master Yue Tianming, the third-ranked Wu Qing from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, the fourth-ranked Duan Wuya, and the sixth and seventh, Dapeng Gongzi and Falling Snow Gongzi. The strongest, Duan Wudao, had not appeared. The fifth and eighth were said to be the Yu Family Twin Heroes, two brothers.
At this moment, below, from the direction of the Snow Moon Holy Academy, Chu Zhanpeng stared at him coldly, his battle intent surging.
"After this battle, I still have to fight She Qiong. Chu Zhanpeng, I'll set him aside for now," Lin Feng thought to himself. Finally, his gaze fell on Ling Tian and his junior sister.
Ling Tian's gaze tightened, a cold light flashing in his eyes. It seemed Lin Feng would choose him first.
The battle between him and Lin Feng was unavoidable.
"Get out here," Lin Feng said indifferently, causing Ling Tian's gaze to freeze. Get out here—Lin Feng was telling him to get out.
The crowd also froze, looking at Lin Feng. Even in the face of these true geniuses, this guy remained as arrogant as ever. These were not the people from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect; each was an exceptionally talented individual, the top young elites of the Snow Moon Kingdom.
Ling Tian's face darkened. He stepped forward, arriving opposite Lin Feng, his expression cold.
The full moon was still bright. The desolate moonlight intertwined over the two, giving a sense of sorrow. This night was destined to be a night for the rise of geniuses, and also a night for the fall of geniuses.
Those stronger geniuses would trample on the lives of other geniuses, soaring high to overlook the Snow Moon Kingdom.
The rise and fall of geniuses—millions of people in the Snow Moon Kingdom would witness it together.
Lin Feng had shaken the Snow Moon Kingdom several times before. But tonight, in front of all these geniuses, could he continue to shine, or would he fall? This first battle was highly anticipated.
One was the most prominent genius of the Snow Moon Kingdom over the past two years; the other was a proud young powerhouse from Yandang Mountain. In their clash, who would emerge victorious?