Chapter 556: Torturing Qin Chuan
"What a decisive young man."
The crowd stared at Lin Feng's cold, pitch-black pupils, their hearts trembling. He didn't move unless necessary, but when he did, his movements were as swift as thunder, giving Qin Chuan almost no time to catch his breath.
At this moment, Qin Chuan's face was dark and gloomy. His true essence roiled and surged within his body, his throat bulging and his mouth slightly puffed.
"Scram!"
A fierce roar erupted from Qin Chuan's mouth. This roar was formed from an endless amount of true essence, like countless short swords stabbing toward Lin Feng.
"Kill!"
Lin Feng also let out a loud shout, his voice filled with boundless fury. The killing intent surged forth. The airflow he expelled contained not only true essence power but also the power of Buddha and Demon, also condensed into swords—swords of slaughter.
"Boom, rumble!"
The forces expelled by the two clashed in midair. The Buddha-Demon light flowing around Lin Feng's hands shielded him in front, piercing directly through the violent airflow, refusing to let Qin Chuan go.
"Martial Soul!"
Qin Chuan's face was as cold as ice. With a whooshing sound, a sword appeared behind him—a small golden sword, not a long one.
As he retreated, true essence power continued to gather. In front of Qin Chuan, strands of small swords formed, all filled with a killing aura, tightly enveloping Lin Feng, extremely sharp.
"He's using his Martial Soul!"
The crowd's eyes narrowed. They hadn't expected Lin Feng to force Qin Chuan to use his Martial Soul's power so quickly. This Lin Feng, who had defeated Yuan Tong, was indeed no simple opponent.
They could also see that although Lin Feng's aura was only at the Fourth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, the Buddha-Demon power flowing through his hands carried a suppressing force that even those at the Sixth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm dared not easily withstand. That was why Qin Chuan kept retreating instead of using his strength to resist head-on.
"Martial Soul?"
Lin Feng's face remained cold. With a thought, his Heaven Devouring Martial Soul roared out wildly, surging directly toward Qin Chuan at an incredible speed.
"Kill!"
Qin Chuan roared. The swords formed from true essence power in front of him stabbed toward the Heaven Devouring Martial Soul.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The Heaven Devouring heads collided with the swords, producing rumbling sounds. The airflow was violent. However, when the Azure Dragon heads of the Heaven Devouring Martial Soul could no longer withstand the force, they turned into clouds of smoke and vanished, as if they had never existed.
"Roar..."
The Azure Dragons roared. Two Azure Dragon heads broke through to Qin Chuan's front, directly coiling around his body. They opened their jaws, trying to swallow Qin Chuan whole.
Their movements were too fast. All the exchanges were completed in the blink of an eye, dazzling to behold.
"Annihilate!"
Seeing the Azure Dragon heads baring their fangs and trying to devour him, Qin Chuan shouted in anger. The sword behind him stabbed directly toward the Azure Dragon heads. With a loud crash, the Azure Dragon dissipated into nothingness.
The power of a Fourth Layer Mysterious Martial Realm Martial Soul against a Sixth Layer Mysterious Martial Realm Martial Soul was still somewhat weaker.
But Lin Feng hadn't relied on his Martial Soul's power to defeat Qin Chuan. That strike was merely to stall Qin Chuan for a moment, and he had already achieved his goal.
Having been extremely close to Qin Chuan, Lin Feng was now right beside him. The four thousand Buddha-Demon forces transformed into a terrifying dark fist, smashing toward Qin Chuan.
"Get lost!"
Knowing he couldn't avoid it, Qin Chuan raised his fist to clash with Lin Feng. But the power he hastily gathered into his flesh couldn't compare to Lin Feng's physical strength combined with the immense power of four thousand Buddha-Demon forces. A clear cracking sound rang out. Qin Chuan howled in pain as the bones in his fist shattered.
"Roar..."
Another rolling roar trembled through the space. Another Martial Soul appeared on Lin Feng—a purple Martial Soul, transforming into a massive purple demon serpent. It had already lunged out as Lin Feng's fist struck Qin Chuan, coiling around his body.
"Boom!"
"Ah..."
Lin Feng's fist slammed directly into Qin Chuan's chest, causing him to let out a pained wail. Blood sprayed from his mouth.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The four thousand Buddha-Demon forces continued to flow within Lin Feng's fist. Blow after blow struck Qin Chuan's body. Blood gushed endlessly from Qin Chuan's mouth, his agonized screams sounding especially miserable.
The crowd stared dumbly at everything happening in the void, as if in disbelief. Qin Chuan was being tortured by Lin Feng?
From the moment Lin Feng made his move, from start to finish, Qin Chuan had been suppressed, with no ability to resist at all.
"Boom!"
"Scram!"
Finally, with the last sound, Lin Feng withdrew his dual Martial Souls. Qin Chuan's body flew out like an arrow. His aura fluctuated, his body covered in bloodstains. His face had lost all its earlier arrogance, now showing only exhaustion.
"So domineering."
The crowd was utterly shocked. Qin Chuan, a Sixth Layer Mysterious Martial Realm cultivator and a top-ranked genius of the Heavenly Dragon Empire, had come confidently to defeat Lin Feng and prove his superiority over Yuan Tong. But now, his fate was even more tragic than Yuan Tong's. He didn't even have a chance to resist before being heavily injured by the onslaught.
Lin Feng stood in the void, coldly scanning the crowd. With a flick of his sleeve, he turned around and stepped downward, leaving without a word, directly departing.
As he had said, he had no interest in sparring. If they wanted to fight, he would use overwhelming means to heavily injure Qin Chuan.
"Wait."
At that moment, a voice rang out, stopping Lin Feng.
Lin Feng paused in his steps, turned back to look at the speaker, and asked coldly, "And who are you?"
"Perhaps you haven't heard of me. My name is Cui Wuming."
The man said indifferently, causing Lin Feng's eyes to narrow slightly. "The Dark Left Hand, Cui Wuming?"
Hearing Lin Feng's words, a trace of surprise flickered in Cui Wuming's eyes. This Lin Feng had only just arrived in Heavenly Dragon City, yet he knew his name. Still, it proved his influence within the Heavenly Dragon Empire.
"That's me."
Cui Wuming extended his left hand from his sleeve. It was indeed dark in color, looking especially striking.
Lin Feng carefully sized up Cui Wuming, his gaze cold and indifferent. When he had severely injured Qin Chuan earlier, only two people hadn't seemed too surprised: one was Jian Chen, and the other was this man, Cui Wuming.
Lan Jiao had once told him that among the genius rankings of the Dragon Mountain Empire, the top spot belonged to Jun Moxi of the Heavenly Dragon Empire's imperial family. The second and third were Tang Youyou of the Tang family and Qing Mengxin of the Star Dream Pavilion. Below them, ranked fourth, was Jian Chen.
Back in the Snow Moon Empire, Lin Feng had briefly spoken with Jian Chen. He had known then that this man was extraordinary, likely a sword cultivator, and possibly one who had mastered the power of Sword Dao Will.
Below Jian Chen, ranked fifth, was this man: the Dark Left Hand, Cui Wuming.
Seeing him now, Lin Feng couldn't help but take a few extra looks.
He was participating in the Snow Domain Grand Competition. To stand out in the competition, he would have to defeat countless geniuses. Although the Dragon Mountain Empire was on the same side as him, once on the battlefield, they would become his opponents, and he would have to defeat them as well. These top five of the Dragon Mountain Empire could all threaten him. He needed to be able to surpass them, at least reaching the top three or even the top two.
Otherwise, with the four empires each having one or two such geniuses, plus the nine subsidiary kingdoms also producing some prodigies, he wouldn't even be able to secure a spot in the top nine.
"That power of yours is impressive. Can you take a palm strike from me?"
Cui Wuming said to Lin Feng, his sharp gaze filled with battle intent. He could clearly see that the power Lin Feng had just unleashed wasn't true essence but a very peculiar and terrifying force. Blow after blow had struck Qin Chuan's body, and even with true essence reinforcing his flesh, Qin Chuan had been utterly defenseless.
As Cui Wuming spoke, his dark left hand emitted a chilling dark light.
Lin Feng stared at Cui Wuming, his eyes flickering. Then, he stepped forward, rising into the air again, and said, "Fine."
If anyone else had asked him to spar, he would have refused. But this man was the Dark Left Hand, Cui Wuming. It was a good chance to test how strong Cui Wuming's combat power was.
Cui Wuming raised his left palm. The dark light grew more and more unsettling. Just one glance was enough to feel the power of his left hand—that black hand.
Lin Feng's eyes sharpened. He dared not be careless. The four thousand Buddha-Demon forces surged wildly. Without using any divine abilities or techniques, could the four thousand Buddha-Demon forces contend with the power of Cui Wuming's Dark Left Hand?