CHAPTER 977: CHAPTER 978: AM I QUALIFIED? (4 UPDATES)

The next day, the much-talked-about challenge by General Ling Feng at the Hundred Battle Arena finally commenced.

Early in the morning, Ling Feng, surrounded by Lee Bufan, Jiang Xiaofan, and their group, arrived at the Hundred Battle Arena.

The Hundred Battle Arena is located in the center of Tianmang Fortress, towards the south. This arena was created by several Human Emperor-level guardians of the fortress, who personally blasted open a gigantic pit and then had array masters and engraving masters with profound skills build a Great Formation, creating a huge arena similar to a coliseum.

The area around it is protected by a powerful Great Formation, making it nearly impossible for even King Rank peak-level experts to destroy the arena.

Thus, the martial artists fighting inside can give their all without worrying about the energy of battle destroying the Tianmang Fortress camp.

The entrance to the Hundred Battle Arena is guarded by several lean disciples of Tianmang Fortress, all of whom are Sword Master-level experts.

"If you wish to enter and participate in the Hundred Battle Arena, first take an Unbeatable King Fist from me!"

Before they could enter, the guards at the entrance blocked Ling Feng’s group with a disdainful smile.

"Nonsense, what kind of stupid rule is this?"

Luu Qingshan couldn’t help but angrily retort, "Don’t push us too far!"

Ling Feng pursed his lips, understanding: these experts from Tianmang Fortress were trying to give him a show of force.

"Make your move."

Ling Feng signaled the general to calm down, stepped forward, and said to the Tianmang Fortress disciple, "I ask that the brother show some leniency."

"General Ling, I can’t dare to call you brother!"

The guard looked at Ling Feng with disdain, clenched his fists, and suddenly flared his massive Divine Essence Power. From above him, a grey phantom of a giant bear rose; this person’s primordial soul was none other than a wild bear.

"Unbeatable King Fist!"

With a low shout, the guard mercilessly punched towards Ling Feng’s face.

"Boom!"

The fist wind howled, and the violent power struck hard on Ling Feng’s chest.

"Scram!" Ling Feng’s left shoulder retracted back, then his body jolted forcefully, directly flinging the guard away.

"Pfft!"

The guard spat out a mouthful of blood, staring at Ling Feng in disbelief. This wasn’t an ordinary guard; he was ranked around two hundred in the Hundred Battle Arena.

At this moment, despite going all out, not only did he fail to suppress Ling Feng, but the rebound’s force also churned his qi-blood, causing excruciating pain in his veins.

In fact, if Ling Feng hadn’t held back, this guy would not have just been coughing blood.

"Now, do I have the qualifications to enter?"

Ling Feng looked at the other two guards blocking his way, a teasing expression on his face.

"Please enter."

The two’s faces turned pale with fright; even their leader couldn’t stop Ling Feng. How could the two of them be enough to fill his gaps?

Ling Feng gave a faint smile and strode into the arena.

"Crack!—"

As the arena gate opened, Ling Feng and others passed through a narrow passage.

Upon entering, it felt as though he had come to another world.

A vast, turbulent aura, like a rolling torrent, surged towards him, making Ling Feng’s blood boil with excitement.

This arena could accommodate over three thousand people, and despite the border still being harassed by the Demon Clan, the soldiers of Tianmang Fortress showed relentless enthusiasm for the Hundred Battle Arena.

Incredible auras and soul-shaking pressure left Ling Feng in awe of the depth of Tianmang Fortress.

This indeed was a place where experts gathered, far surpassing places like the Four Great Universities, which seemed like greenhouses, while here was the true battleground for geniuses.

A true place of growth!

With so many experts gathered, even Ling Feng couldn’t help but breathe a little faster.

Listening to the sounds of battle on the stage, the cheers of the spectators, and the faces full of fighting spirit in the contestant area, Ling Feng felt his blood boiling, his body burning with intense battle intent.

When Ling Feng walked in, the warriors who came to participate in the challenge all focused their gaze on him.

They couldn’t believe that a mere twenty-year-old kid dared to challenge the high-ranking experts on the Hundred Battle Heaven List.

Who gave him such courage?

However, this "suicidal" challenge was particularly eye-catching.

Soon, Lee Bufan and the others moved towards the stands, while Ling Feng, alone, strode into the arena area.

Under the gaze of thousands of Tianmang Fortress’s elite talents, he, with just a sword, would face one hundred experts ranked on the Hundred Battle Heaven List.

In Ling Feng’s eyes, a sharp light flickered: Today, this arena belongs to Ling Feng and no one else!

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"Haha, this kid finally arrived!"

On the left side of the Hundred Battle Arena, a special VIP section was set up for the generals to watch the battle. At this moment, only four people were seated there.

These four were naturally Think Tank Sun Boce, General Lee Qing, Wang Meng, and the Empire’s First Poison Master, Su Dongling.

"His aura is restrained and profound."

Su Dongling squinted his eyes, and compared to their previous meeting in the Imperial City, Ling Feng now gave him a completely different impression.

If back then Ling Feng seemed like an exposed treasure sword, now he seemed like a sword already sheathed.

But once the sword is drawn from its scabbard, it will sweep all directions!

Sun Boce also nodded slightly, "This General Ling, with a bone age not exceeding twenty, managed to lead the Heavenly Position Academy’s Sword Team to challenge and defeat the Royal Sword Team. This child indeed has extraordinary qualities."

On the side, Lee Qing was displeased and said, "Think Tank Sun, this kid may have a bit of talent, but he’s still too inexperienced!"

"Right, right, there’s no shortage of talented people, is there? These greenhouse flowers have never truly experienced life and death battles. Even if they have cultivation and martial techniques, how can they compare to our battle-hardened elites!" Wang Meng also said angrily.

These two generals clearly still held a grudge from Ling Feng treating them as nothing at Yellow Dragon Ridge a few days ago.

"There really is no shortage of talented people."

Su Dongling smiled lightly, gently picked up a tea cup next to the table. The Hundred Battle Arena, he had heard of it too; continuously defeating a hundred opponents was fundamentally different from defeating a hundred opponents one by one in separate battles.

Although he had a decent impression of Ling Feng, he wasn’t optimistic about Ling Feng being able to continuously defeat a hundred opponents to become the King of Hundred Battles.

Now, he was just curious to see how many people the young man, whom his precious daughter favored, could defeat.