Chapter 920: Disciple Combat Power
"Disciples of a Martial Emperor, truly disciples of a Martial Emperor?" Lin Feng asked Qiongqi.
"Disciples in name, but very few actually receive guidance from the Emperor. It's more of an honor, yet countless people chase after it, vying for this glory. Becoming a Martial Emperor's disciple means glory to many, and they are granted many privileges. Moreover, the more powerful the Martial Emperor, the more people want to join as disciples."
Qiongqi said in a low voice. He had once been a Great Emperor, so his words carried weight. However, his perspective was naturally different from Lin Feng's. For those youths, becoming a Martial Emperor's disciple might be the highest honor, but for the Emperor, these disciples were merely a symbol of status. At the same time, they were considered his students. If any disciple was exceptionally outstanding, they might receive some guidance, or even become a personal disciple.
"Isn't this just another sect or faction?" Lin Feng murmured. Disciples of a Martial Emperor were somewhat like the great figures of ancient times in his past life, who had their own students. Those who achieved fame became the Emperor's students. The title "Martial Emperor" alone was enough to attract countless disciples, an endless stream of outstanding geniuses. This was undoubtedly a terrifying force.
"Oh?" Qiongqi's massive eyes glanced at Lin Feng, showing a hint of surprise. This guy saw through it clearly. In truth, the disciples of a Martial Emperor were an immensely vast force, formed by countless geniuses.
If the Martial Emperor had matters to attend to, with a single call, his disciples would flock to him.
The Carefree Sect Leader saw the shock on the crowd's faces and felt quite pleased. He smiled at everyone and said, "If any of you doubt my words, those at the mid-stage Heavenly Martial Realm are welcome to test the truth of my statement. Of course, this will be a simple sparring match. The disciples of the Martial Emperor will not take your lives."
"Mid-stage Heavenly Martial Realm." The crowd easily caught those words. Among these Martial Emperor disciples, aside from one who was at the lowest mid-stage Heavenly Martial Realm, the Fourth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, the rest were at the Third Layer and Second Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm. But the Carefree Sect Leader did not mention the low-stage Heavenly Martial Realm. He directly said mid-stage Heavenly Martial Realm, clearly believing that those at the low stage were not worthy of fighting the Martial Emperor's disciples.
Many were eager to try. They all wanted to see how powerful the Martial Emperor's disciples were. These people came from the Holy City Central Continent region, and many wanted to know the gap between them.
Some were also confident in their own cultivation, thinking that if they could fight a Martial Emperor's disciple, they too could become one.
"I'll give it a try." As expected, a figure stepped forward, crossing the air, and instantly landed on the high platform, gracefully touching down.
This person who stepped up was at the Third Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, the same cultivation level. This was the most meaningful comparison. Was there really a gap between himself and a Martial Emperor's disciple?
"Heavenly Rain Young Master, my cultivation is also at the Third Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm. Please honor me with your guidance." This person's gaze fell on the Heavenly Rain Young Master. This Heavenly Rain Young Master was a member of the Carefree Divine Sect and a Martial Emperor's disciple. If he could fight him, it should be very convincing.
"Make your move." The Heavenly Rain Young Master said indifferently, his gaze proud and calm. A mere Third Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, the same cultivation as him, was not worthy of a fight.
"Alright, forgive my offense." This person's figure flickered, turning into a howling hurricane. He had comprehended the Wind Will, and at the Fourth Layer, it was already quite formidable, something he had always been proud of. His body moved with the wind, erratic and unpredictable.
"Fast speed, not bad. I wonder how the Heavenly Rain Young Master will handle it." The crowd saw that this person's cultivation was quite impressive and murmured to themselves.
"Whoosh!" The crowd saw a terrifying vortex storm suddenly bloom behind the Heavenly Rain Young Master, releasing a dreadful crushing force. The space around him howled wildly, as if becoming distorted.
"Boom!"
A spinning storm surged out, followed by a thunderous crash. A figure was sent flying, their clothes torn apart in the air. The terrifying storm force still clung to them, as if it could tear them apart at any moment.
"You're far from it. I'll spare your life." The Heavenly Rain Young Master coldly uttered a sound. The storm clinging to the other person vanished, but the awe-inspiring martial soul still floated behind the Heavenly Rain Young Master. The swirling storms made people feel a chill from the depths of their hearts.
"Is this a martial soul?" Countless eyes were shocked, staring at that terrifying storm. This was a martial soul. Many of them had found that as their cultivation increased, the power of their martial souls gradually declined. They now understood: it wasn't that martial souls were weak, but that their own martial souls were too weak.
The Heavenly Rain Young Master's proud gaze swept over the crowd, seemingly satisfied with their reactions. He was a Martial Emperor's disciple, lofty and above all. The people before him, even if they were at the Heavenly Martial Realm, he looked down on most of them, let alone the Venerable Martial Realm. Only by directly showing them the most shocking power would they understand his terror and revere him. This was exactly the effect the Heavenly Rain Young Master wanted to achieve.
"Heh." The Carefree Sect Leader was also very satisfied with the crowd's reaction. He chuckled lightly and looked at the crowd, saying, "Is there anyone else who wants to try? Preferably those at the mid-stage Heavenly Martial Realm. There are still several geniuses here who haven't made a move yet."
At this moment, the Carefree Sect Leader once again emphasized the need for mid-stage Heavenly Martial Realm experts. Those at the low stage had no combat power.
"Alright, I'll give it a try too." Another voice rang out. A powerful figure stepped onto the high platform, his expression wild, exuding a terrifying aura of flame.
This person's cultivation was at the Fifth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm.
"Fifth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, two levels higher than the Third Layer. Even against a Martial Emperor's disciple, he should be able to fight, right?" the crowd murmured.
This newcomer's gaze fell on a young man. The young man had long black hair, but his robe was quite unusual: one side was a flame robe, while the other was a frost robe, seeming both hot and cold.
"You also cultivate fire. You're the one." The Fifth Layer Heavenly Martial Realm expert pointed at the young man.
The young man's black hair fluttered, and he uttered two words: "Make your move."
"Alright." The man stamped his foot, and with a thunderous boom, flames surged wildly. A terrifying burning force rushed out, blazing toward the young man.
A faint halo of light emerged, enveloping the young man's body. This halo contained golden flames and transparent frost, blending together. The fierce flames that rushed in touched this halo, seeming to be absorbed by the flames and then extinguished by the frost. They grew smaller and smaller, unable to form a devastating blaze, and were on the verge of being snuffed out.
"The fusion of ice and fire dual forces. You have no idea how terrifying this is." The young man said indifferently. The golden flames slowly surged toward the opponent, merging with the flames of the Fifth Layer Heavenly Martial Realm expert. The two flames burned together, seemingly unable to overcome the Fifth Layer expert.
"Flames are not the most terrifying thing. The truly terrifying flames are those enhanced by the power of frost."
As the young man's words fell, an extreme cold descended upon the opponent. The gentle, harmonious flames suddenly became incredibly fierce. In an instant, the opponent felt his body freeze, as if about to be frozen solid. The next moment, he felt a wild flame scorching him. His skin began to crack and split, like the fissures in the earth.
"Ah..." The golden flames pierced every inch of his skin, like thousands of needles stabbing into him. The Fifth Layer Heavenly Martial Realm expert screamed, retreating wildly, and shouted, "I surrender."
Many people didn't even understand what had happened. Only he himself knew how terrifying it was when the young man used the dual wills of ice and fire. It could cause a person's entire body to crack open. He simply couldn't endure it.
The young man's face was calm. With a thought, the wills of fire and ice vanished. His gaze showed no fluctuation, as if he had done something trivial. An ordinary Fifth Layer Heavenly Martial Realm expert was nothing to be proud of, hardly a glorious feat.
This time, the crowd was even more shocked. The combat power of a Martial Emperor's disciple was truly terrifying. Within the same realm, probably no one could surpass them. These people could even easily challenge those at higher levels.
Lin Feng's eyes flickered. These people used shocking methods to defeat their challengers. What was the purpose? Was it to gain people's trust so they could select the leader of the Ten Thousand Sects Assembly?