Chapter 555: No Time for Sparring
"Boom!"
The fierce bear paw clashed with the sharp sand palm force, wild sand dancing wildly in the void. But Black Sand felt an immense, boundless power transmitted through his palm, shaking his internal organs.
"Kill!"
Black Sand opened his mouth and spat out a sound. What emerged from his mouth were sharp sand blades, each grain of sand like a sword, stabbing toward Wu Qing.
"Roar!"
Wu Qing's mouth emitted a terrifying beastly roar. His massive jaws opened wide, his face becoming incredibly ferocious, like a mad lion, unleashing a lion's roar. There, a lion's face materialized, appearing as if solid.
The sharp sand blades were scattered by the lion's roar. Wu Qing bellowed angrily, first withdrawing his immensely powerful, fierce palm force, then striking out again. Black Sand's body shot backward like a streak of light, a muffled groan escaping his mouth.
"Stomp, stomp..."
Cracks appeared in the ground where his feet landed. Black Sand retreated continuously, and just from looking at those cracks, one could tell how terrifying the force his body was enduring.
Everyone's gaze froze slightly, all eyes fixed on Wu Qing. In this brief exchange, Wu Qing had gained the upper hand, using his domineering palm force to force Black Sand back. His power was truly terrifying.
Lin Feng stared at Wu Qing, his eyes flickering uncertainly. What exactly was Wu Qing's martial soul ability? Why did he manifest a powerful bear paw yet unleash a lion's roar?
Was Wu Qing's martial soul a bear demon or a lion demon?
As for those from the Snow Moon Kingdom who knew Wu Qing's abilities, they weren't surprised. As the third of the Eight Young Masters of the Snow Moon Kingdom, how could Wu Qing's strength be weak? He wasn't someone just anyone from the Dragon Mountain Empire could casually provoke or insult.
"The geniuses of the Dragon Mountain Empire are nothing special. I really don't know what right they have to insult us people of Snow Moon."
Wu Qing stared at the repelled Black Sand and spoke coldly, then stepped back to where he had been standing, as if nothing had happened.
Black Sand's face, however, turned deathly pale, extremely ugly. This exchange meant he had lost.
The one who had been arrogantly proud just moments ago was now defeated by a genius of the Snow Moon Kingdom, losing all face.
"Black Sand, it seems you need to go back and train harder."
Qin Chuan said coldly. Black Sand's defeat made them lose face too. They had come to see what kind of person Lin Feng was and to humiliate the so-called geniuses of the Snow Moon Kingdom. But Black Sand's attack hadn't achieved that goal; instead, he was repelled by someone from Snow Moon, a harsh slap to their pride.
"Qin Chuan, weren't you going to spar with Lin Feng? Now, shouldn't you make your move? If you're unwilling to fight, I'd like to battle the one who defeated Yuan Tong."
At this moment, someone spoke to Qin Chuan, shifting everyone's attention to Lin Feng.
"That's right."
Qin Chuan nodded, looking at Lin Feng with a hint of provocation in his eyes. "Lin Feng, do you dare to come out and spar?"
"Is this the reason you've all come here in force?"
Lin Feng spoke indifferently, leaving the crowd puzzled as to what he meant.
A cold smile curled at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth as he said slowly, "You've traveled a long way and gathered together, isn't it just to defeat us, humiliate us people of Snow Moon, and prove how powerful you are?"
"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I have no interest in sparring."
He spoke lightly. This Qin Chuan wanted to use him, Lin Feng, to prove his own strength, to show how formidable Qin Chuan was.
He, Lin Feng, had no time to spar with them.
Turning around, Lin Feng stepped through the void, preparing to leave, too lazy to bother with this group.
Geniuses?
Did true geniuses need to prove anything through sparring in such a setting? True geniuses would naturally shine brilliantly on the stage of the Snow Domain Grand Competition.
This so-called sparring now was only for their own face, to use the people of Snow Moon to prove how impressive and talented they were.
Moreover, after Black Sand's fight with Wu Qing ended without Black Sand gaining any advantage, they immediately turned their attention to him, Lin Feng.
They wanted to rely on defeating him, Lin Feng, to reclaim the face they had lost and, at the same time, prove how impressive and powerful Qin Chuan was.
Watching Lin Feng descend, the gazes of those people froze.
Not fighting?
Lin Feng was too lazy to spar with them!
Qin Chuan's eyes turned cold, flickering uncertainly. Whether to fight or not couldn't be decided by Lin Feng. He had come today determined to defeat Lin Feng; how could he return empty-handed?
With this thought, Qin Chuan stepped forward, moving toward the departing Lin Feng.
At the same time, a powerful, cold aura emanated from Qin Chuan, enveloping Lin Feng entirely.
"Whether you fight or not is not for you to decide."
Qin Chuan charged forward against the fierce wind, the gale whipping against his face. His pupils locked onto Lin Feng's back, his battle intent surging, enveloping Lin Feng completely.
A terrifying true essence power circulated within his body. If Lin Feng wouldn't fight, he would force him to.
A flash of icy coldness passed through Lin Feng's pupils. At that moment, his advancing figure suddenly stopped. He turned abruptly, his cold, dark pupils appearing so icy and piercing that Qin Chuan couldn't help but tremble inwardly. Those eyes were so cold, so terrifying.
"Four Thousand Buddha-Demon Power!"
Lin Feng shouted coldly in his heart. In his arm, a dark, glossy light surged and flowed. Terrifying Buddha-Demon power frantically gathered in his palm. Lin Feng turned and punched directly at Qin Chuan.
Fierce gales tore through the space, making a rustling sound, as if trying to rip the space apart.
Qin Chuan's pupils suddenly contracted. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to suddenly launch an attack, catching him off guard with no time to react.
The terrifying wind force rushed toward his face. Qin Chuan retreated, dodging rapidly. If Lin Feng's power struck him, he would be severely injured.
"Wind!"
Lin Feng's figure moved like the wind, closely following Qin Chuan. The terrifying Buddha-Demon power still surged and flowed, pressing against Qin Chuan's face, blowing his long hair back as it moved against him.
"Get away..."
Qin Chuan tried to raise his true essence to attack, but without any reason, Lin Feng directly launched a fierce assault at him. This was no sparring; Lin Feng's force was truly fierce, striking out instantly, incredibly fast.
"Destroy."
Qin Chuan hastily raised his hand, using true essence power to block Lin Feng's attack, but Lin Feng's eyes held an extremely cold look. He had no intention of stopping, his body almost pressed against Qin Chuan's, leaving Qin Chuan no time to counterattack.
True essence howled in his hand. Qin Chuan's eyes stared fixedly at Lin Feng before him.
"Nine Suns Blazing Sun." Lin Feng shouted again. A sun-like light flashed with dazzling brilliance, shooting out from Lin Feng's left hand, incredibly fast. His only goal was one: to keep Qin Chuan from freeing his hands.
The crowd watched the two figures, their gazes frozen. Fast—both of their speeds were too fast, so fast that it was blurry to watch. But they could all see clearly: Lin Feng was sticking close to Qin Chuan, not giving him any chance to attack!
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